Friday, December 16, 2011

Monologues - II

Sometimes the only thing in life that makes it all better is red nail polish.
Sitting in the bath, thousands of Caribbean bubbles without a care in the world.
Knowing with my little red polish, everything will be okay.
Twisted ankle but always with pedicure toes. Y'all know I have to match.
Hormones all over the place, no warning, not even for me. Tears in my eyes, because well...being a woman isn't fun.
But you know what? I wouldn't trade it or my little red polish for the world.

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