Respectfully...

Today was a day for reflecting and when I reflect I think of my women,
My mama, my godmother, my aunt Elouise,
Women who taught a message of respect,
They were strong disciplinarians all,
But something I loved, love and respect them for is they were,
Dignity builders,
They didn't make a kid feel bad, ashamed, slap them in their faces...
They magnified what we had,
Steered us correct when we were off key,
As such I have tried to live my life, respecting others,
I can't remember ever cussing any out, well my man would beg to differ, but that is something,
Altogether different,
When trouble start, I depart and usually the only time I give my opinion,
Unless I am Rambling, here, someone had to ask for it,
My kids thank me all the time for loving them fully, sternly but not disrespecting them,
And that is one expectation that I have from all the people I deal with,
And I know we aren't supposed to expect anything,
But I tell you truly, the day you disrespect me,
Is the day I move something, go to a place where I can respect and be respected,
I have done and gone through many things in my life,
But the one thing I will not cosign on is anyone feeling they can come at me any way,
They want to, I am a grown woman who respects folk and will accept no less,
Period....

Blessings,
angelia

It's Not About U...Honest!

One of my favorite phrases in the world, is,
“It’s not about you”
I have said it to family and friends for years,
Not to mention my children, and it resonates with me continually,
Because people sure do take on a lot of stuff…
About a week and a half ago, I was sitting at the nail spa,
Freshly waxed brows, shea butter on my face,
Feet immersed in hot, oily water, Hall and Oates on the speakers,
The workers talking amongst themselves,
I was chilling…and then I felt a nudge,
Opening one eye, I looked at the nudger…
“Yes”
She quietly asked,
“Does that bother you?”
“What…” she glanced at the technicians, then back at me,
“That they are speaking Vietnamese?”
‘Huh, why would that bother me?’
‘They might be talking about us…” now she had jacked up my karma,
So I had to say,
“So what if they are, they don’t know us, we don’t know them, we are going,
To leave up out of here cute and relaxed, so what then…” Rolling her eyes,
She went back to her Cosmopolitan,
I went back to chilling, thinking,
“Woman, that is not about you, people speak in the language they think in…”
The reverse is true as well, if one has something to say,
Say it already, coyness, innuendo and saying, ‘them’ rolls right off me,
Unless someone addresses it to me as , Angelia, Ms. A., Angel, Mrs. Menchan, et al,
I am going to be assured they mean someone else, because surely,
If it were about me, grown folks would bring it to me,
Surely…
So if there is a message in this Rambling at all, it would be this,
Don’t assume anything is about you…
Unless you are told it is,
Just do your thing and try to chill…

Love, Peace and Blessings,
Angelia
http://www.angeliavmenchan.com/