I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a teacher/librarian. I am a lady of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority Incorporated. I am a spoken word artist. I am/was an old skool hip hop dancer. I am from the Boogie Down Bronx. I am a Boogie Down Production. I am a comedian. I am broken. I am 66% permanently disabled and I suffer from chronic back pain. I am five surgeries in and waiting for number six. I was injured on the job in a school cafeteria fight. I am trying real hard to mend my broken spirit because the pain can be unbearable. I use writing as a coping mechanism. It helps me to calm down in the middle of each storm. I used to dance to ease my stress; the injury changed that. It's hard. It's so hard. So I use my words to heal....HEAL...HEAL..HEAL......
Pain is not my whole life though. I have a husband who loves me to pieces. We've been married for 18 years and we started dating twenty two years ago. William takes such good care of us. Our son is 18 and he will be off to college in August. I am not ready for that. I am not ready to live in a house without my child. I guess I better get ready, right? I better get ready.
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