Category Creative Writing

Tired, confused, lost I look at my handbag-like life. Externally neat, predictable, socially acceptable. Teacher, lover, daughter, sister, nice leather pockets either side. Inside the lie is seen. Inside  a mix master mash of ideas and wants and paper clips…

I’m a confident young woman. Gotta job, gotta place, gotta man. Women got rights, now. I understand. Ain’t nobody making me do things. I live for me I talk for me. I dress for me. Not you. You see? Make-up,…