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Friday, March 10, 2006

Voices

Voices. Voices. Voices.

I have so many voices in my head!!!! I'm not crazt or anything like that, but I just hear so many voices. Loud voices. Silent voices. Sad voices. Happy voices. Voices telling me to sit still. Voices telling me to go. Voices telling me to hurry up and voices telling me to slow down. Voices telling me to speak up. Voices telling me to shut up. Calm voices. Anxious voices. Voices reminding me of God's love. Voices whispering that He's forgotten about me. Voices that sound like me and voices that don't. Voices that are articulate. Voices that speak ebonics. I am so sick of voices!!!! It's like a mental fight all...day...long. "Hurry, hurry! Step right up and see who will win. It's Kidd Grown's brain versus Kidd Grown's brain?"

And guess what, even now as I'm writing this post, I have a voice asking me, "Why are you writing this? People will think you're crazy. You haven't written in months. Nobody is even reading this stuff. You have other things to be doing." But then, another voice is saying, "Shut up. Don't listen to him. You haven't written anything in a while. You need to get some stuff out. Why? Because there are too many voices in here."

At war,

Kidd Grown