Thanks!

I want to give thanks to all the women who have come before me. I give thanks for the ability to vote, the ability to own my own home, the ability to choose who I want to marry and the ability to be a woman in a free society. I give thanks to the women who have died for causes that I take for granted and I give thanks for all the women in my life.

Pain

Ow Ow Pull it out, take it out;
Pain so many people go through
It hurts, I can’t look
I don’t believe this happened to me
My gosh Oh no, is it almost out?
There relief to you and me
I know there maybe some blood
But to me it’s the best
Cause getting a SPLINTER out can be such a mess.

Photo by C. Malcolm

Amateur Photograher

I love taking pictures. Pictures of the sky, the ocean, people, inanimate objects anything. With this blog I have the opportunity to showcase my work. I don't always have an exact inspiration behind the photos, but when I am in the moment and it feels right that's when I STOP and take the picture. I would love to work for National Geographic. When I receive my magazine each month I analyze the photographs and I try to image the inspiration behind the image. I try to become the photographer and I embrace the moment.

Photos by C. Malcolm

Thought Provoking Poem

This poem is not based on personal experience, but it is based on analytical analysis of situations that people are faced with in society. Please post your thoughts about the poem. Tell me what situation(s) I am referring to and why. I will then post the inspiration for the poem.
“Locked Behind Open Doors”
I ache inside myself waiting to break free, ready to experience new and unusual people. How can I do that when I am locked behind your watchful eyes, your piercing stares and frightening gestures leaves me with no choice, but to stay here with you. I can never wear that or do this; I can never see my friend, that’s what you tell me with your stares. The abuse is not physical, but watchful. My skin crawls with goose bumps because my fears are pressing through my skin. When tears roll down my face you see redness, the blood of hate that I feel for you.

Photo by C. Malcolm