Chronicles Of Chiney B

  Wind Has a taken a smooth picked up in brisk Taste, I still haven’t found a reason to Taste Brisk something about dirty water, & cold lemonade, makes me uneasy Still. I haven’t given any updates pretty much because ever since that previous Blog the whole relationship has been on hold the only thing that keeps coming out is “you’re not serious” and man that keeps repeating one line to you. Is not Serious, I’m sure by now local folks owe me. Cut off the money they’ve made since my arrival in their life. I’m Certain that I am Ready to Graduate to more Laborish Conversations. Stir, erks me with their constant reminder that they’re alerts of hot men I can’t afford to like back. Who am I to pretend I don’t understand about the internet and how it communicates or Connects you with what you want most.  Who am I to pretend, boyish way will ever Dissipate, in any Man as if age and the Money my ideas may have Brought    from my relationship with you remains Unpaid.  ...

  Hello Fellow Bloggers and Bloggets, and some Croissants I hope you receive this well. I wish to unlock all negative energy from your bodies and restore positive balance to your life. I never envisioned myself as a absent mother, I had always been super supportive of my brothers. Being torn away from my son is eating me alive. Some of the reasons I really want to stay in Boston. The food here is AMAZING. A proposal comes to me today via Instagram from one of the greatest minds I’ve ever known.   Whether he’s serious about that decision to marry me or not, it’s got me thinking. I am unsure my life is a bit of a mess right now. While my rapist still swirls rumors, I am hopeful it will all clear itself in due time. Personally I’m afraid to re-marry i have started twirling about in my mind with thoughts of being rich and successful, sad part is rumors were already swirling from the things I had been doing for myself. I hate when a person takes credit for your hard work. With the ...

 Hello, since being let go, though they were yelling at me and severely harassing me at work. Loosing my job at Commonwealth of Massachusetts made it so my mother was upset I couldn’t pay rent, constantly targeting me. I would like to be featured on The Beat once I’m all the way through this torture. Elizabeth Warren it’s easier I guess to find a bed at the hospital than in the shelters such as Rosie's Place. I have been doing everything I can to get help and nothing seems to be happening. I am being targeted by BPD, as they keep listening to the abusers instead of listening to me. I am sure all of my police reports are incorrect and require extreme review also the hospital need to follow up with the police department to let them know that there is nothing in my system. I just need my own space so I am not targeted anymore. My (x) husband forced me to sell our house I should have called the police but I was too afraid. I have called Boston Bar and asked for a lawyer to help with th...

   Smith and Wollensky is calling my name, something must have happened I was just trying to follow up on an email I sent them about me and a “Special Friend” my attempt at being bashful. I had wanted to take him there in hopes that we could finally have our first date. I love this city I miss the castle though that space was special. Something about being in the castle made me feel at home, fit for a Queen. My fear is that my lover will pop up in town on some hidden mission to embarrass me and bring some fresh young dame while im stranded here in this distant paradise. Im not gonna lie fall river is quite alright. Im craving their delicious mouthwatering porterhouse steak, memories flashed across my mind of Peter devouring his prime rib. I’d be lying if I said I didn't miss our excursions out on the town. So many things have been happening to me and im pleading with god for something beautiful to come of the mess that my life has turned into. Woe is me I shall cry I hope the ...

These last few years I’ve taken an extreme interest in my country, though there are some that would love to refute that fact. I am still invested in the furtherance and growth of my American Experience.  Working for the system has taught me that information doesn’t travel as it should. But information travels differently in Jamaica than it does America. Similar A whistle from your mouth can be heard in Africa, at-least it depends on whose listening. Spiritually is different for everyone. Each Culture has their own Niche, or things that makes them different. I’ve learned that this country is building just like all nations, we help the most because we have the most people working together for a greater cause. While some people are still filled with the ignorance I try to avoid. If you trace their roots. You’ll be sure to find their immigrant background somewhere chilling across European fronts and African Boarders. While I’m being Psychologically assaulted by the people whose problem...

I  pull up Swoopty Woop in front of an old love of mine, I stare shyly at the door. Wishing Peter hadn’t messed up our story so bad otherwise it would probably make for a more pleasurable, once he relaxed. How are we dealing with anger these days. Can’t keep it bottled up, I’ve come to realize even going to the Gym cost Money. Coco leaf I’m back, The drinks, cookies, sandwiches here are soo good I must stay away but I can’t it’s too late the sugar is fine and it makes me wonder who is your supplier because Ughhhhh, let me get a taste.    They’ve got me by the balls and it shows in my bank account this place got me.  I’m still a new mom even though I’ve got experience. Tyrone never got fussy when he was sick he used to just sleep through it. My little brother cub. I still love him like the day he was born. That connection is special I can’t deny it. The connection between the second one and I is not so good. I was supposed to leave to college. I got stuck in Boston, t...

Never have I ever loved another so Your music I find myself lost in my mind awaiting the day I’ll be good enough to be your Muse Grown physically, but not yet a man It’s a man I seek One who allows me to fall comfortably into his Bosom Independent woman I’ve been for far too much of my existence on this earth  “Gold Digger” they scream Of what sorts, I question a Queen can’t even ask her king for support Blasphemy, has this world gone Madd Normal people labeled as Bipolar to suit their abusers This world is out of sorts, who will help to return order Women are working to support men Wages unequal, when will equality ever be more than just a word? Is it an Apartment you seek Or is it love Money, sex, love Unfortunately for me, there’s been no drugs I never know when I’ll fall victim to someone else’s lies and end up back in the system A waiting game I play again for the 15th time in 4 years It’s an apartment I seek, one from this pain I endure, in this treacherous Cave I once called...