Chronicles Of Chiney B

  我喺呢度等住你開，你點解要回應我嘅匆忙。 你仲在生咩，我死咗唔係遊戲。 你知我有幾多次畀我媽咪打電話畀你，以確保你冇事。 我想要幾個孩子，無論是否受到文化創傷。 在你被創造之前，你係每個亞洲人嘅偉大縮影，唔好畀任何人話畀你，在你的生命旅程中，你應該喺邊度，我哋都喺生活中嘅不同地方。 唔好搞錯你嘅錢去哪兒了，我從來唔碰我

  The White House, Andrew Holness and President Joe Biden I believe my case is worth investigating, I’ve been going through the series of abuse over the last five years, where I was permanently sabotaged as a parent to prevent me from spending time with my child out of jealousy. I am desperately seeking a review of my keys and assessment of the actual situation versus Degen works from the people that are Abusing me. I am also asking for a complete review of all mental illness cases in the state of Massachusetts involving parent and child separation. I don’t believe the commonwealth has the best interest of the parent involved that is a victim of domestic violence, the burden falls extremely heavily on the victim to prove innocent, while the systems were created to just do their job assess, treat and release. There’s also this Swift interference of companies of pharmaceutical industries that are highly interested and pushing their new leaf manufacturing drugs onto women who are deem...

Life Happens  One thing is certain, life goes on, whether you live it intentionally or fail to find value in it, it will most certainly live you. Only two things are certain in this world. Life, and Death. Choosing the right path has a lot to do with it. Who we chose to love and who chooses to love us is extremely important. Today I got help from a past love, this luck of mine. I wish I had given it more time but everything happens for a reason. It took my gratitude for our crossing paths exceptionally worth it. it’s unfortunate that friendships don’t come with more benefits. Maybe I think to small of other peoples deeds. When anyone is able to help me I feel extreme gratitude, no matter how small the challenge. I wish to fill my life with more people who can help me troubleshoot life’s problems. My BestFriends account sits at -99, while I remain in positive at $17. I’m tempted to send her $10, but it would appear as if I didn’t need the help I do graciously asked for. According to...

I see you’ve found your way back to my writing again, what has brought you back. Is it the need to fill your mind with words that only sound expensive as they pour from a now washed up social worker who got about 10 good years left in me. I figure now would be a better chance than any to tell you I’ve been Fired. Fired from the 18 years I spend lost in other peoples problems while mine grow intensely like a tsunami about to hit the Boston Seawall if there is any. Not sure if you consume much news but with the growing degree of differential between my presence here in America and my ever so longing return to Jamaica. Mother Nature is melting ice caps in anticipation for my return to my tropical paradise called home. I long for warm breezes across my face on early morning rises. It seems like all my actions these days are warranting hospitalizations. How do I breathe when I feel like all the Air has been sucked from my lungs barely in taking ounces at a time of this limited Air on Earth ...

As the night turns into Day, I’m stuck wondering when my life’s circumstances will begin to heal. Wounds as big as the Canyons surface upon my heart.  My mind still stuck in the handcuffs that burn my hand from the last person who felt like I Deserve it for trying to explain the stupidity that is my Life. It hurts being the only Educated woman in a house. Suddenly my arrogance and trepidatious comments infringed up her intellect. How dare you use big words in this house, “simply your rhetoric” the thoughts come across my mind. How do you complicit what flows in complexity to a degree my mother could not begin to Fathom.  How did you get this house?  “I stole them from you” a truth that only I could hear. I do not want you here. A quick draw for the phone only 5 minutes into her arrival home while I awaken from the 1 hour nap I took on the couch prior to her arrival. My babies arrival this weekend I looked forward to weekly.  Another Hospitalization for lack of better...

  As I settle back into the monotony. That is my life has afforded me. I questioned the things that have gotten me into the situations that I’ve been in since I’ve been here. I think it’s time to really evaluate myself, and whether I am the problem, no person in Massachusetts history has been hospitalized as many times as I have, the last doctor I met with told me that maybe it’s time to start internalizing the issue. So should I stop going to see my child so often, should I completely detach from him and pretend like he didn’t come from me? should I pretend like the 35 books that I read to prepare myself for motherhood was just research? should I pretend like I don’t deserve motherhood because of these so-called symptoms? Or is the fact that I’ve read my two siblings since the age of 11 enough to prove that I am more than fit to be a mom. Since the death of my father, my entire life, trajectory has changed, pointed directly to a pet somewhere in the ground. I guess I should start ...