Believe in Me

Maybe I will not fit your mold of the mommy blogger, but there has been enough talk out there as of late…there is no clear definition of the mommy blogger.

I write to clear my mind. I write to find myself after I lose myself throughout a busy day of employee and mommy and significant other.  Here is another one of my pieces. Enjoy.

Do you believe in me?

Cause right now I’m walkin a fine line

steppin through the mines in my mind

Fallin behind

Because of lack of time and

Feelin like 999

pieces of a puzzle

What happened to that 1000th piece?

You know, the piece that ends up forever lodged under the baseboard of floors

Or lost in shores

Of couch and cushion.

I ain’t pushin

no drugs or crazy talk sh*t

But I just ain’t havin this one bit

I am tired

I lost a part of me

I am a paranoid perfectionist

And that missing piece is drivin me crazy

I am cravin to be whole and this is just bad, bad, bad

And not bad meaning good, but bad meaning bad

Do you believe in me too?

Unending litany of questions

I am looking for your suggestions

On the who, the where, the why, the what

Trying to find out how to get where you got

Forgetting that you are you and I am not

Because of lack of time and

Getting the sh*t kicked out of me in my prime

And how many mountains does a B*tch gotta climb

To make a dime without committing a crime

Your crime is an offense against nature and SHEEEEET

There ain’t no judge and jury that convicts for that

On this…


And that’s okay because it ain’t you that should define my worth

My worth is that of ancestors that I have not forgotten

Picking Peruvian cotton in mountains that have stood longer

and stronger

and withstood the test of time

Sharp peaks and fertile valleys

Not mountain, but woman, who you shove into dark alleys

Alleys where you learned to love to hate

Alleys that you negate

Whatchou mean that you know not of what I speak?

Watch what you say before you end up with tongue in cheek

You have forgotten that you have tried to prey on the weak

One day I may decide to forgive you for your mean streak

But I cannot forget that with my life away you tried to sneak

Even deeper I cannot forgive myself that I allowed you to make me feel bleak

Do you believe in me too?

Fcuk that

I believe in me and

With each blow with which you try to defeat

Your indiscreet deceit will only lead you into a retreat

As I deplete you arsenal of hate and misery

I aim to march on to a victory

A meeting with my destiny

I am the warrior Indian princess from deep

Within the womb of the mountain

And I give rebirth unto myself

And into my own soul I will delve

For the strength, the courage, the wisdom

That you do not hold

That you do not hold

But I do because I am that bold

I am the bold

I am a child of the sun

I am fire and light

And will succeed despite your spite

And green eyes shooting daggers of wrong, not right

For if you were right I would lie down dead right here

But now I stand without fear

For you I will not shed a tear

And now I hear the ding, ding

Start the match

I will rise from my corner of the ring

And from every mountain top you will hear me sing

A call of victory, victory, victory

I will not wallow in your misery, misery, misery

And now I am that bad, if you would

And not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good


~ by The Mommy Tsunami on August 23, 2009.

2 Responses to “Believe in Me”

  1. Oh, my dear, you are an amazing and spectacular woman, and I can’t wait to finally meet up.


  2. You rock, lady! Glad you got your post up! 🙂

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