Monthly Archives: January 2012

Making Love

Making Love
By: Mia L. Hazlett
1/21/12

You see, me and my man we’re always making love.  It’s a love that goes beyond that physical rhythmic passionate grind type of love.  Nah, I’m not talking about making love like that.  I mean there’s nothing like when he penetrates my ooohh….with his uuummm. But nah, I’m not talking about making love like that. 

I’m talking about when he’s 100 miles away; I can feel him right next to me. 

Yeah, making love like that.

I’m talking about when we carry on a conversation of 1000 words, but we haven’t spoken 1.

Yeah, making love like that.

I’m talking about when I look at my man and know if he made one change to himself, he would only redefine perfection.

Yeah, making love like that.

I’m talking about when I lock the whole world out; he doesn’t even need to use his key to get in.

Yeah, making love like that.

I’m talking about when the thoughts cross my mind, but they come out of his mouth.

Yeah, making love like that.

I’m talking about when I close my eyes and search my soul, I find him because we are one.

Yeah, making love like that.

So you see me and my man we’re always making love.  But I’m not talking about that rhythmic passionate grind type of love. I’m talking about that we are one type of love.


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In My Head

In My Head
By: Mia L. Hazlett
1/12/12

This is just weird. Mommy never drives us to school. I can’t really tell, but I think she’s been crying. Her eyes are all red and stuff, but I don’t see any tears and she said she is fine. I think she mostly cries in the shower. I can kinda hear her even though the water is running. My little sister plays with her little toys as we pull up to her daycare. Mommy tells us to stay in the car as she goes and rings the doorbell. When the door opens, I can’t see my sister’s teacher, but I see Mommy talking and then she hugs whoever is behind the door.

We pull off and I wave to my sister. This is not the way we do it with Daddy. I get dropped off first then her. I don’t like this way. There’s no music. At least we usually have music. I want to tell her I know everything. I heard their fight last night even though they closed the door. I hate it when they fight. I don’t think Daddy came home last night and that is why she is driving us. But his car may have been in the garage and that is why I didn’t see it in the driveway.

I’m just gonna tell her I know everything. I’m gonna say I hear her cry in the shower. I’m gonna tell her when she and Daddy fight I don’t like it. And I will tell her that I don’t want them to get a divorce either. I’m gonna tell her I want every day to be like that vacation we took last year. When we went out to eat and took all the pictures and they never had one fight the whole time we were there. They even slept in the same bed and they kissed and held hands at the restaurant. That’s what I want every day to be like.

Once she stops the car I’m gonna tell her everything before I go into school.The car stops and Mommy gets out and comes to my side to open the door. She stoops down and gives me a big hug, “I love you honey.” I wipe away the tear from her eye, “I love you too Mommy.” She takes my hand and we walk up the front steps to school. I hope she couldn’t tell what I was thinking. I mean I know my mom cries, but I never see the tears. I guess I can wait ‘til later to tell her what I want. Because this is kinda nice too, holding hands with my mom as she walks me into school. She never does this. She only comes to my plays and stuff. I wish that every day could be like this too. So for now, I’ll just keep those other thoughts in my head.

© 2012 Mia L. Hazlett

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