The Real Green T.

I’ll start by saying that I am a fraud. For, I appear whole.

I am broken and put back together and broken some more. If given the opportunity to look closer, you will see as things continue to break me, the less the cracks seem to stand out. Years, circumstance, the elements and the universe have brought me to become dust so finite that there appears to be no trauma at all. I am tied of being the only one to recognize the cracks. and, as I look in the smoothness of my mirror, I begin to allow you too to consume S.I.P.S of Green T.

I am not whole.

These S.I.P.S. unblur the cracks, and as the cracks are defined – so am I. I am the dust smashed and compressed, shattered and forced together to create the glass that I wish I could smash all over again. If only to obtain larger pieces. Because lets be honest, the reason that we use frames are to hide the frayed and chipped edges. Hiding the ugly from the beauty you want to present is commonplace. But what if it weren’t?

I do not wish or expect to ever be whole or have knowledge of a time that I was.

I am however Green T. First name origin unknown, last name of a murdered drug dealer, claimed child number 3, relinquished by her mother, and rigorously raised to believe her natural instincts unacceptable, intelligent but too smart for her own good- bound to end in prison or murdered.

However, I am also the clarity that seeks to unveil and understand that which is broken and has broken me. I am a fighter, I am insecure but struggle doubting myself, I do not love myself but love who I am. I am disconnected but in tuned. A complicated oxymoron longing to be explained.

I am Green T.

This blog will be forever changing as am I. I will vent and share my opinion and views and you are free to accept or reject them but you will read them and know they are original to me. I hope that together maybe we can sip my T and create larger cracks that are easier to identify. – Green