Photo A.M. Moscoso
I wanted to capture the light like colored glass
twinkling like stars from a sea of concrete
baking under the Sun, shining back up at the sky.
I wanted to capture the light and shine
from the shadows where I live.
Once.
Daily Post: Glitter
Photo: A.M. Moscoso
” I liked you better, ” my Dad said to me when I was a teenager and we were arguing about something- which was odd because I wasn’t the type of kid to argue, which when I think back on it is what probably made him even angrier- ” when you were small.”
” And I like you better when I don’t have to be in the same room with you! ” I shouted back.
Later on the freeze was still on and my Dad said as I walked by, ” You know, you used to wait up for me to come home from work. I’d look in at you and your eyes were always opened. Even when you were a baby.”
I couldn’t imagine being that sweet and adorable. I couldn’t imagine that I had ever really felt affection for anyone at that stage in my life.
” I hope I NEVER have kids. ” I snapped.
I still wonder what went through my Dad’s head when I said that- if he remembered it when I told him I had planned on adopting my stepsons because I had no plans to ever have any children ‘ of my own. ‘
My Dad and I weren’t close as I grew up but in the last 6 years of his life I actually started to like him I enjoyed spending time with him, our talks about science .
He was actually a wonderful Grandfather.
So I hope he didn’t think about what I said that day.
I’ve done enough of that for the both of us.
Daily Prompt: Baby
Photo: A.M Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
” I don’t see the color of you skin, I see you. I see Anita ” some of my white Progressive friends have said to me.
” I’m not a racist, I hate everybody. ” some of my Republican friends have said to me.
” I’m tired of standing here and helping you feel better about your narrow views that you keep in your narrow little boxes buried deep in your narrow little brain ” I want to say to them. ” Who do I look like, your Mommy? Your dog? Some other creature that loves you unconditionally no matter what falls out of your mouth and lands at my feet like some giant gross booger?”
But their words slur together – like musical notes- waiting for their standing ovation when they are finished.
Daily Prompt: Slur
When I was a kid I wanted to grow up to be a Werewolf.
Not just any old werewolf.
I also wanted to fly my own Spaceship, marry Captain Kirk and live in Transylvania.
I told just about anyone who would listen what my plans were- including my Kindergarten Teacher.
We were supposed to draw a picture of what we wanted to be when we grew up and so I did.
I thought it was a great picture.
So did my best friends Linda, Bonnie and Laurie.
My teacher sent me home with a note pinned to my jacket.
My Mom read it and then she read it to me.
” Anita has some severe emotional and mental problems. Please schedule a conference as soon as possible “.
My Mom asked me what I did this time and I told her.
” She told us to tell her. So I did. ”
My Mom handed me the note and told me to draw what I drew at school. She wrote something under it and the next day she pinned the note to my jacket and sent me to school with my Archie lunchbox and umbrella- which I learned from one of my favorite tv shows ” The Avengers” could be used as a weapon.
I always carried my Umbrella even when the Sun was out.
Always prepared- that was me.
My Teacher unpinned the note when I got to school and I remember the look on her face when did it- she was smirking.
Though at the time I thought it was a mean face and I was sure I was about to get into trouble now.
My Teacher read the note and on it was my little werewolf face and under it- my Mom told me later- was written:
” Anita is set on building monsters in her kitchen. She’s pretty serious about it. So don’t worry about the Werewolf thing. I think She’s pulling your leg.”
My teacher folded the note, she pushed my desk from the middle of the room to the back of the room and I’m pretty sure she ignored me from that day forward.
