Behind a Name

 The baby in the image image reminds me of baby Maria Louisa.  I used to love the feeling of knowing that she was alright.  I felt that at times the baby was in danger and she needed to talk to me, but she was afraid.  I felt like she wanted to say something and as natural as possible I left as soon as God said it was time to go because someone pushed me away from my job and I could no longer work.  I was slowly returning to no more peace, but at least I knew that one day remote learning could keep me and the kids from their away from people that could care less.

Fake friends are fake friends, but real friends are real friends. Where ever I went I can assume that a fake friend is fake if they sniff you up and down steal money and return with nothing.  Well I am ten times richer without the rude and false claims that they think they are.  I thought most of the times that people could learn to love and not judge you after their entire month of February was dedicated to being discriminated against.  I was too discriminated against by the same group of people, but not all of them in February.  

March and women's history rolled around and Celia Cruz was my favorite. Iris Chacon, Yuri, and Madonna , but to be honest the American side of me is starting to do the same as Cardi B and omit some of my culture to reidentify with my Latina side and introduce less of the bad people in my life.   I listened to beats most of the time.  I never went to parties.  My car was my party. People never talked to me and I was actually more content than ever because I knew that I was an example of something that could grow into a nice person.  

My fiance is alright and he is a new part added to my name.  Now I have to  gradually pull away from the old and no longer fio to the old because he is dead long dead a long time ago.  He is not ever returning to earth anymore.  He is not ever to return because he did not wake up.  Brain Dead to a pulp and donated to United Negro College Fund or something or Cloning himself for Portia because she said my first love.  

Portia and that guy was married the one that died a long time ago. He always died and got lost.  I thank God that he found her and dead was that because I felt dead too.  I couldn't baby sit a grown kid.  Nice kid and I hope that he is prayed over because the mayhem taught me that the boy tried but he was lost because maybe the hood girl could not remove her hood in and out of jail for who.  I was used in place of someone I did not know of then who ,  was how she looked at me behind me at visits. I am assuming that the questions came up she was there. Now she understands that a restraining order is real and I sent that way back.  

Behind my name is a title that is not Welfare at all related. This is about fitness of Habits of the Mind.   If my head felt like a HAZMAT then I felt like a man or a woman wounded me alive.  My current relationship does not do  that to me at all. He is the best example and courageous is exemplary.  I yell and I get hurt, but I am not upset anymore. If he were my body guard then listen the good version of Bonnie and Clyde is going to learn to stick.  

I have not other words to state any more.  Kitty Kats in red had a blue Mistolin outfit high on scaffold watch the degrees of the scaffold in the NYC area please. At this point that scaffold and stage areas is a little odd. New Talent Search coming soon. Dirty Dirty Cha cha area nobody crash get away and shake nothing.  A grandpa knows when bad to the bone needs to find snoopy away from home.  

Gramps and Grams no more please. In the name of Behind a Name. I am Bonnie and I love mybonnet to a pulp for lemonade is my real natural idea if fun.  No more buns like hot cross buns.