BARBARA J BOVIO AKA BEBE BOULON AKA LEXI DE... by alwayzfire4
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OLD LOCATION : ST. CROIX, VIRGIN ISLANDS, ST. THOMAS - CONDO /
OLD RESIDENCE - boston 7th and 8th floor on state street in government center
NEW LOCATION - FALMOUTH. CUMBERLAND, MAINE , LOVELL
BIRTHDAY - FEBRUARY 17TH
HER FAVORITE MOVIE - THE LOVER
JUAN’S APPRENTICE / THE FALL OF EPIPHANY
ITS FUNNY THIS LATE IN THE GAME WHAT LIFE SHOWS YOU AND ALL YOU HOLD NEAR SEEMS TO CRUMBLE. PEOPLE YOU ONCE HELD SO DEAR ARE FAINT MEMORIES AND YOU BARELY REMEMBER THEIR FACES LET ALONE THEIR NAMES. THAT LOVER YOU ONCE FELT YOU WOULD DIE WITHOUT YOU NOW FEEL AN AVOIDANCE LIKE A GUEST THAT HAS GROWN TOO COMFORTABLE TO LEAVE . THE SENSE IT IS TIME WITHOUT THE REMINDER OF A WATCH TO SAY I’M DRIFTING AWAY PLEASE FIND ME . THAT SICK FEELING YOU GET IN THE MORNING AS YOU WAKE, THAT FEELING OF DESPAIR AFTER A CASUALTY THAT HAS YOU BEGGING GOD TO RELIEVE YOUR ANGUISH AND HAVE THIS MEMORY ONLY A BAD DREAM AND NOT YOUR REALITY.THE CLEARER YOUR THOUGHTS BECOME YOU KNOW THE BLOW IS COMING WHETHER YOU DELIVER OR RECEIVE THIS IS NO PLEASANT TASK , LIKE DEATH A NECESSARY FORCE NOT WELCOMED BY MOST YET YEARNED FOR BY OTHERS. WHAT BRINGS US TO THAT POINT ? WHAT MAKES US WANT ONE PERSON OVER ANOTHER ? WHAT HOLD DOES LOVE HAVE OVER THE MIND AND HEART , AND WHY DO WE GIVE OUR LOVE TO ONE OR MANY ONLY TO NEED IT BACK AGAIN ?MY NAME IS EPIPHANY A CRUEL JOKE OF SORTS PLAYED BY MY MOTHER . AT TIMES I BLED FROM NOT BEING NAMED HEATHER OR LEXI AND AT TIMES I FELT HONORED I WAS DIFFERENT THAN ALL OF THEM WITH A NAME THAT SCREAMED AS I DID IN EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER DONE IN LIFE . MY GROWTH HAS BEEN LIKE VIEWING A STRANGER , I WATCH AS MY BODY MORPHS INTO A BEING I DO NOT KNOW AND I HAVE STUDIED MYSELF IN THE MIRROR DAY AFTER DAY AND I FIND I LIKE WHAT I SEE NOW MANY YEARS LATER . THE TOM BOY HAS TAKEN A BACK SEAT TO THIS MORE SENSUAL SOFTER WOMAN . MY HAIR NATURALLY BLOND AND FULL LIKE A LION AND I NO LONGER STRUGGLE WITH THAT FACT. MY EYES ARE MY MOTHERS AND GRANDY’S BEFORE HERS , A SILVER BLUE LIKE A HUSKY DOG AS MY FATHER ALWAYS TOLD ME AS I WHINED IN THE PAIN OF BEING ASSOCIATED WITH A DOG. LIPS I ONCE HATED FOR THEIR FULLNESS I NOW SEE THEY FIT MY FACE AND ADD A TOUCH OF SOFTNESS AND LEGS THAT HAVE GROWN LONG AND TELL A STORY OF A RUNNER AND A SOCCER PLAYER . I GUESS I HAVE BECOME A WOMAN SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY AND A PLEASANT ONE AT THAT AND I NOW EMBRACE HER AND ALL SHE BRINGS.I AM THE SOLE OCCUPANT OF A CONDO IN BOSTON LEFT TO ME BY MY FATHER MARCEL , A MAN THAT WAS TAKEN FROM ME AT 13 BY A CRUEL ACCIDENT . THE MERE THOUGHT OF HIM BRINGS ME TO TEARS AND I HAVE CHASED THAT MAN IN DEATH SO MANY YEARS NOW, AT TIMES READY TO SAY GOODBYE AND LET HIM GO ONLY TO REALIZE I CAN NOT .HE WAS A HANDSOME MAN , DARK ,TALL WITH BROWN HAIR AND EYES AND A SMILE THAT MELTED MY HEART AND MANY OTHERS AS WELL. HIS WAYS GENTLE AND HIS TOUCH SOFT AND ALWAYS WELCOMING TO ME. HE WAS MY PARENT AND MENTOR IN LIFE WHEN I WAS YOUNG MY MOTHERS SCHEDULE KEPT HER AWAY FOUR DAYS OUT OF SEVEN. SO IT WAS MARCEL THAT WAS BOTH MOTHER AND FATHER AS I LOOK BACK . HIS PICTURE ON MY DRESSER ALWAYS THERE ALWAYS PRESENT HIS EYES FOLLOW ME THROUGH LIFE AND I MISS HIM . HE DIED AT 35 WAY TOO YOUNG TO SAY GOODBYE , AN ACCIDENT IN FEBRUARY I HAD ALWAYS THOUGHT WAS MY FAULT AND SO DID MY MOTHER FOR THAT MATTER . THE WINTERS IN BOSTON ARE BRUTAL AND COLD AND ALONG WITH COLD COMES ICE AND SNOW , AN EVENING HE WANTED TO STAY IN YET I DID NOT , HENCE MY LOSS .AFTER HIS DEATH WHEN I WAS STRONG ENOUGH WHO KNOWS HOW MANY MONTHS LATER I WENT THROUGH HIS BELONGINGS . I SLOWLY TOUCHED AND SMELLED EVERYTHING PEEKING INTO HIS LIFE AS I HAD NEVER DONE BEFORE HIS DEATH . FINDING OUT THINGS THAT BROUGHT ME CLOSER TO HIM THAN EVER BEFORE , SEEING HIM AS A MAN AND NOT JUST MY FATHER. I FOUND HE WAS A HOPELESS ROMANTIC AND KEPT CARDS AND HAIR CLIPPINGS FROM MY MOTHER AND I . HE HAD LOVE LETTERS AND POEMS HE HAD WRITTEN ABOUT US AND OUR LIVES. HE MARRIED HIS FIRST LOVE AFTER LOSING HER ONCE TO ANOTHER AND WAS ABLE TO RETRIEVE THIS BEAUTIFUL WOMAN BACK AGAIN. I READ HIS CARDS HIS PERSONAL HEART HIS FEARS AND KEEPSAKES ALL IN MY HANDS. I WISH FOR MY MOTHER IT WAS ME THAT HAD DIED THAT NIGHT AND NOT BEAUTIFUL MARCEL.I LOST MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY MOTHER THAT YEAR AND WE SEPARATED IN LIFE AND HEART. SHE SENT ME TO LIVE WITH FAMILY WHILE SHE MOURNED AND SUNK INTO HERSELF AND LEFT ME TO GROW AND TO FALL ALONE AND THAT I DID SO WELL IT SEEMED. AS SHE BECAME A WOMAN WHO LIVED FOR WORK AND I A WOMAN THAT ACHED FOR LOVE. AS THE BITTER IS ALWAYS MIXED WITH THE SWEET IN LIFE MY FATHERS DEATH BROUGHT ME MY FIRST LOVER DEVON. I HAD FLOATED ABOVE THE CROWDS AT MARCEL’S FUNERAL WITH DEVON’S WATCHFUL EYE ON ME AT ALL TIMES . HIS INTRODUCTION TO ME A BLUR IN MY MIND AS I LOOK BACK ON THOSE DAYS BEFORE MARCEL’S DEPARTURE. WHEN DOES GOD PERMIT ONES SENSES TO COME BACK AFTER ALL ? DEVON HAD BEEN HIRED BY MY FATHER AS A RESEARCHER WHEN I WAS TWELVE . HE ARRIVED PROMPTLY FIVE DAYS A WEEK AT 7 A.M. TO THE SMELL OF MY COFFEE OF COARSE . I HAD BEEN MAKING COFFEE FOR MY FATHER SINCE I WAS 7 AND ALWAYS TOOK GREAT PRIDE IN THAT AND DID ANYTHING TO PLEASE HIM. DEVON WAS A PLEASANT NEW MEMBER OF OUR MORNINGS AND FIT WITH US IMMEDIATELY . I ALSO KNEW HE WATCHED ME GROW THAT YEAR CLOSER THAN I DID AND I LOVED TO LOOK AT HIM AS WELL. I FELT HIS ENERGY AND LOVED HIS LAUGHTER EVEN THEN. HE WAS TWENTY ONE AND FRESH OUT OF BOSTON COLLEGE TAKING A YEAR TO FIGURE OUT WHERE HIS PATH WOULD LEAD HIM .HE WAS BEAUTIFUL AND HAD MY ATTENTION FROM DAY ONE AND I KNEW HE WAS PRETTIER THAN I COULD EVER BE . A BOSTON METRO SEXUAL ALWAYS DRESSED AND SMELLED LIKE HEAVEN AND I COULDN’T STOP DREAMING OF HIM . A BRUNETTE MAN WITH BLUE EYES ALL TANNED AND MUSCLES WITH A CHILD LIKE QUALITY THAT DREW ME IN LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME . HIS SENSE OF SELF AND FUN KEPT ME LAUGHING AND WANTING MORE. DEVON STILL CAME BY AFTER MY FATHERS DEATH TO VISIT ME AND KEEP ME AS HIS FRIEND HE PROMISED ME HE WOULD WAIT UNTIL I WAS EIGHTEEN BUT BARELY MADE IT TO MY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY BEFORE WE FELL INTO EACH OTHERS ARMS AND INTO MY BED . HE TOOK ME FROM CHILD TO WOMAN AND NEEDLESS TO SAY WE DIDN’T SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AT ALL IN THOSE MOMENTS TOGETHER AS LOVERS . YET I KNEW HE WAS NOT FOREVER JUST A PLEASANT STOP ALONG THE WAY ONE THAT WOULD BRING A SMILE TO MY FACE WHEN MY MIND WANDERED TO HIM , AS IT DID THEN AND DOES IN THE PRESENT ON DAYS WHEN I ALLOW MY MIND TO BE FREE.LIFEMY LIFE IN BOSTON IS FULL OF FRIENDS , SCHOOL AND NEVER ENOUGH TIME TO COMPLETE THE NECESSARY NEVER MIND THE PASSIONS. MY GOAL IS TO GRADUATE EARLY AND START MY FORMAL EDUCATION IN LAW . A PLAN THAT DRIFTED AWAY AND FAR OUT OF MIND AS I BECAME A WOMAN AND WANTED A SOFTER MORE CREATIVE LIFE. I HAD SO MUCH TO SAY THAT I HAD DECIDED TO BE A WRITER WHICH WAS A WAY I FELT I COULD REACH EVERYONE A GOAL OF MINE .MY HIGH SCHOOL YEARS HAD BECOME A BLUR OF TEARS FROM MISSING MY FATHER AND THE PAINS OF AN EXTREMELY CURVACEOUS BODY AND INHERITING MY MOTHERS LARGE BREASTS. BOYS AT SCHOOL WERE JUST THAT BOYS , AND NEVER REALLY INTERESTED ME AT ALL. MY MIND ELSEWHERE AND NOT OFTEN PRESENT WITH MY BODY THOSE DAYS. AS I GREW IN HEIGHT AND WISDOM I DROPPED CHEER LEADING AND GYMNASTICS A SPORT I HAD ENJOYED SINCE THE AGE OF EIGHT BUT GROWING TO 5’9” WAS FORCED TO SAY GOODBYE. MY NEW PASSION HAD BECOME DANCE AN EXPRESSION TO MUSIC AND MOOD MORE POWERFUL THAN MY WORDS. MY DANCE CLASSES ARE IN CAMBRIDGE A CITY THAT HOLDS MORE THAN ONE COULD IMAGINE, EVERY CULTURE AND RACE ALL SEEMINGLY PLEASED AND EXCEPTING OF ONE ANOTHER. MY DANCE IS A FORM OF THERAPY AND FREEDOM A CHOICE I CLEARLY MAKE THESE DAYS ,ONE THAT SETS ME FREE OF PAIN OR THOUGHTS NOT WORTHY OF ME AND THE ACHES OF BEING ALONE . MY HASTE TO ARRIVE AT CLASS IS ALWAYS HEIGHTENED BY WHATEVER PERVERT I MEET ON THE SUBWAY IN . I SEEM TO BOLT ON AND OFF TO AVOID MEN LATELY , SOME NORMAL SOME NOT AND THE OLDER I BECOME THE MORE I AM AWARE AT THEIR STARES AND THOUGHTS . MY USUAL CURIOSITY IS SQUELCHED HERE ON THE RIDE IN AND I CURB MY EYE CONTACT AND USUAL CHITCHAT. ALWAYS HAPPY TO REACH MY CLASS AND RUN ACROSS MASS AVE IN THE BRISK AIR TAKING IN THE SMELLS OF FOOD FROM ALL NATIONS . MY CLASS FULL OF WOMEN AND GIRLS ALL TYPES AND SHAPES FULL OF DESIRES TO LEARN AND ADD TO THEIR ALREADY FULL LIVES . WE ARE A BEAUTIFUL VASE OF FLOWERS AT DIFFERENT BLOOMS ALL COLORS AND TEXTURES . I FOUND A PLACE I FIT AND LOVE TO UNRAVEL MY BODY AND MIND TO MUSIC FROM OTHER COUNTRIES AND TIMES ALL FOREIGN TO ME YET CALLING MY NAME. OUR CLASS ALWAYS ENDS WITH WORDS OF THE FEMININE AND NODS AND SMILES TO EACH OTHER AND ENCOURAGEMENT FOR THE MATURE WOMEN TO COME BACK AND THE YOUNGER NOT TO WANDER AWAY IN THOUGHTS AND LIFE’S COMMITMENTS. EACH NIGHT I LEAVE ON A CLOUD AND EMBRACE THE COOL AIR THAT ENERGIZES ME EVEN MORE FOR THE RIDE HOME. AT TIMES AN UNUSUAL FEELING ENGULFS ME AS I RIDE IN SILENCE AND A SMALL BOY STARES AT MY LEGS AND ASKS IF I’M COLD . MY LIPS FUSED SHUT AS I LOOK OUT THE WINDOW TO THE LIGHTS THAT SPARKLE ON THE WATERS OF THE CHARLES RIVER BELOW US AS WE PASS INTO BOSTON. I DOZE OFF AS THE SOUNDS OF THE TRACKS AND FREQUENT STOPS BRINGS ME TO SLEEP AN ANNOYANCE TO SOME BUT A LULLABY TO ME. I WAKE TO MY STOP AND THE BRISK COLD AIR . THAT UNUSUAL FEELING ENTERING MY COMFORT ZONE AGAIN TONIGHT ONE THAT MAKES ME FEEL AS IF I AM NOT ALONE , AS IF I AM FOLLOWED YET I SEE NO ONE. I WALK FAST TO MAKE MY THREE BLOCKS GO QUICKER AND I SPEND MORE TIME LOOKING BACK AS I DID FORWARD THIS NIGHT. MY DOOR WAY IN MY SIGHTS AND MY HEART RACES AS I FUMBLE WITH MY KEYS AND MY MIND PLAYS BACK EVERY BAD HORROR MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN. MY HEART POUNDING HARD UNTIL I AM SAFE INSIDE AND WAITING FOR THE ELEVATOR DOORS TO OPEN ITS ARMS AND DEVOUR ME WITH SECURITY AS I GLIDE SEVEN FLOORS TO HOME . I LOOK OUT MY 7TH FLOOR WINDOW AND SEE NO MONSTERS LURKING OR MEN WITH MISSHAPEN HEADS HIDING BEHIND DUMPSTERS . I SKIP DINNER AND GRAB AN APPLE AND MY BACKPACK OF UNGODLY WEIGHT AND DRAG MYSELF TO MY BEDROOM. A ROOM THAT I NEVER REALLY WANTED TO LEAVE IN THE FIRST PLACE WITH ITS TALL CEILINGS AND TERRACOTTA TONES MIXED WITH WOOD PAINTED TOO MANY TIMES AND A FIREPLACE THAT I’M SURE WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR MANY A CONCEPTION IN ITS LONG LIFE . I START A FIRE AND LAY MYSELF AT HIS FEET, HIS WARMTH TEASING ME TO FALL INTO HIS TRANCE AND IGNORE MY COMMITMENTS OF HOMEWORK. I STRUGGLE TO STAY AWAKE AND OPEN MY NOTEBOOK , I FAIL AND SUCCUMB TO HIS HYPNOTIC FLAMES AND GENTLE WHISPERS .AS MOST LOVERS THAT FLEE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT SO DID MY FIREPLACE AND ALL HIS WARMTH I WAKE ON THE FLOOR STILL IN THE SAME POSITION AS WHEN I LAID DOWN MY ALARM SCREAMING TELLING ME ITS FIVE AM . MY FIREPLACE NOW COLD AND THE WHISPERS HAVE STOPPED AND HIS FLAMES HAVE LONG DESERTED ME . AS I SHOWER I WONDER WHY SCHOOL HAS TO BEGIN SO EARLY , A THOUGHT I’M SURE HAS BEEN ON MANY A MIND AS WE ALL GO THROUGH THESE YEARS WITHOUT A CLUE OF WHAT REALLY LIES AHEAD. FOR ME WHAT LIES AHEAD IS SCHOOL AND CATCHING TWO DIFFERENT SUBWAYS THEN THE BUS TO GET THERE BY 7:20 . MY USUAL RUSH OUT THE DOOR WITH AN EMPTINESS IN MY STOMACH WISHING I HAD TIME FOR BREAKFAST MAYBE ONCE. RUSHING TO MY SEAT AS THE BELL FURTHER AGITATES THE WHOLE WONDERFUL WORLD OF MORNING SOUNDS FROM THE ALARM TO THE BELLS AND SHRIEKS OF THE CITY AND THE SHRILLNESS OF MS. DANIELS VOICE TAKING ATTENDANCE . MUSTERING THE ACTRESS IN ME I FIND I PUT ON A GOOD FACE OF SOMEONE WHO MAYBE IS A BIT INTERESTED IN WHAT EVER THE HELL SHE IS TALKING ABOUT.IT WAS THEN I STARTED RUNNING ON THE BEACH , I WAS TAN AND PERFECT MY HAIR LIGHTENED FROM THE SUN . THE WATER SPLASHING ON MY FEET AS MEN WORSHIP ME AND FIGHT TO PUT THEIR TOWELS DOWN BESIDE MINE. I WAKE TO MS. DANIELS TAPPING MY DESK ASKING THE ANSWER TO HER QUESTION . THE ANSWER I SAY TO MY SELF WHEN I DON’T EVEN KNOW THE QUESTION , WIPING THE DROOL OF MY DESK I SCAMPER TO COME UP WITH AN ANSWER THAT SENDS THE CLASS INTO LAUGHTER. MS. DANIELS HAS A SEAT UP FRONT FACING THE CLASS A SPECIAL SEAT FOR VICTIMS CAUGHT IN ANOTHER WORLD OF ESCAPE AND TODAY THAT SEAT WAS MINE . CLASS GOES ON AND I SIT AND LOOKING AT 50 OF MY FRIENDS , ENEMIES , POTENTIAL LOVERS . NEIGHBORS AND JOCKS A COMICAL BREED OF THEIR OWN. LUCK HAD IT WE HAVE A FEW OF OUR FINEST BASKETBALL AND FOOTBALL PLAYERS ON BOARD. SITTING THERE THAT MORNING WITH A SKIRT SO SHORT THAT IF I HAD A MOTHER EVER PRESENT LEAVING THE HOUSE WEARING IT WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN AN OPTION I’M SURE OF THAT FACT. SITTING THERE THAT MORNING I FELT THEIR HANDS AND EYES ALL OVER ME , THEIR FACES GESTURING AS THEY GET THEIR DEVIOUS THOUGHTS ACROSS TO ME. I SIT WITHOUT EMOTION JUST STARING BACK INTO THEIR LIVES . THANKING GOD IT IS FRIDAY AND I KNOW I HAVE TWO DAYS TO RE COOP THE PAIN OF BEING HERE FOR FIVE .
IS THIS BEBE’S RETARDED FOOT?
Live Traffic StatsTHANKSGIVING ?creaking wood stained with mold ,sweat and bloodour sins too manyoutcasts forced into a space so smallyet they lie to themselvescovered in disease and filthcarrying hatred for hundreds of yearsin the name of the Lord Thy God Almightybraving the seas, the waves and the endless torturesnights of hell and delusionsmoon after moonsexual desires gone denied and hidden , covered untilexplosive anger for the mere presence of any beingwill ignite into a fierce battle of hatredanimals piled on children piled on lie after lie and malfunctionas they approach the paradiseyet explored by snake and vilethey see landa rock so proud that to this day a piece brings substance to an ordinary lifelook aroundtake your piece of landand fleshbuild your houses so close it has to bring contempt for your brotherbefriended by strange creatures not made by our god !!!!take ,steal, rape, lie, torment , scalp and covetoh it sounds like America the beautiful to meafter they slaughter the most peaceful humans ever to be bornwe shall rejoice on “ THANKSGIVING “thank youthank you for teaching us to plant corn, to fish and hunt to live and breathe for this we shall give you thanksthank you for your land your women your bloodnow brag that your kin came over on that blood ship that landed on that rockone of the original sins i would sayst. croixst thomas
DADDY’S LITTLE GIRL
STANDING IN BETWEEN HIS KNEES MY HANDS ON HIS AS HE PLAYS A SILLY SONG FOR ME I TURN TO LOOK AT HIS FACE AND IM RUNNING ALONG BESIDE THIS BLACK MONSTER TRYING HARD TO KEEP UP AS IT PASSES ME . I RUN FAST GRABBING THAT BUMPER, IT TAKES A TURN ON TO MAIN STREET AND I LOSE MY FOOTING AND GO DOWN. I CATCH HIM AGAIN BITING HARD AT THAT FUCKING BUMPER I LOOK UP TO SEE HIM LOOKING AT ME AND I FEEL HIS HAND ON MY BACK AS HE SCREAMS AT ME TO KEEP PEDDLING AND LOOK AHEAD NOT AT HIM . HIS HAND LEAVES MY BACK AND IM FLYING AS IT TURNS ONTO ELM STREET AND AGAIN I FALL BUT IM CATCHING HIM AGAIN AND THIS TIME IM NOT LETTING GO. ANOTHER TURN SHAKES ME FREE WHILE HE YELLS AT ME FOR PIERCING MY NOSE I AM 12 AND I LAUGH RUN TO MY BED AND SLIDE UNDER .THE MONSTER STOPS... AND I GET TO CLAMP ON WITH ALL MY MIGHT . CHASING BUMPERS AT 13 MY LIFE AHEAD OF ME YET I AM NUMBED BY PAIN A PAIN THAT WILL LEAVE SLOWLY AS I GROW. HIS VOICE INSIDE ME GUIDING ME AS HE SITS BESIDE MY BED WATCHING ME SLEEP EVERY NIGHT UNTIL DAWN. I DONT KNOW WHY I WOKE UP ONE DAY AND AM ABLE TO SAY GOODBYE AND ABLE TO SEE IT WASNT MY FAULT FOR ITS NEVER ANYONES FAULT WHEN THAT CAR COMES BY WITH ITS SHINY BUMPERS AND WE FEEL THE NEED TO CHASE IT FOR YEARS . I AM WHAT I AM BECAUSE OF HIM AND NO ONE ELSE. HIS HANDS ON MINE AS I WRITE , HIS VOICE SINGS A MELODY WHILE I FALL ASLEEP . THE HEART I HAVE BEATS FOR HIM AND I FEEL HIM AROUND WHEN I CALL. I AM LETTING HIM GO TODAY AND FEEL I CAN STAND ON MY OWN. I SEE HIM LEARNING AND GROWING AND BEING THE BEST HE WAS HERE EXCEPT THERE . I GIVE HIM UP SO HE MAY HELP OTHERS WHO NEED HIM MORE THAN I DO . IM NOT CHASING BUMPERS ANYMORE THESE DAYS , I AM FREE AND THANK ALL OF MY GOOD FRIENDS FOR BEING THERE NIGHT AFTER NIGHT WHILE I LAY MOTIONLESS AND SPEACHLESS AS THEY BREATHED NEW LIFE INTO ME
WHO IS BEBE BOULON?
my life is one of gentleness and beauty and my family thus far has protected me from the real world i guess. i give you the right of way here and see all in life have had different walks and parenting . i have been brought up by intellect and manors. my world so far has been one of knowing how to say things and conduct myself in public because of my standing in life. to me that word “jugs “ is far from cute or funny i felt it was sexist and rude. is it my place to teach you my ways ? no !!! hell no !!
it was me feeling as if when we speak we understand the others world even though maybe in life you would walk by me and think i was not cool or a good fit for a friend . at times i have felt with you i am taking my shoes off and sitting on a couch and looking at you nose to nose equal to equal as we speak and share music and thoughts on life. i may just be that private school butt head you laugh at , i don’t know .
my world is art galleries owned by my family from France and st Thomas, my family had serious political ties on st john for 200 hundred years and counting . we come from different worlds of honor, and societies . i am not right and you are not right we just are set in our ideas and lifestyles around us. i do not comply , i fight it ... i am not a follower i am a leader and i change things . id not follow styles or listen to what is popular i believe that what i allow into my ears is as important to my good health as what i put in my stomach for a healthy body .
so we can be better people here and learn and listen or we can stop writing to one another and you can whisper bitch and i can whisper asshole . to grow and keep moving and experiencing real life is to accept growth if we don’t except growth we stay in the same spot doing the same things year after year going nowhere lewka. i am happy being who i am and i do not take on anothers attitude or ignorance to fit in a hood or a place . i give them a taste of me who i am which is a woman that have yet to meet a life they had not lived .
