Would I still be a Manea
if I didn't toot my own horn?
Who could envision me
as quiet or reserved?
Would I get the jobs I get
if I never said a word?
In the world of performance
if you don't have cohorts,
Managers, publicists, advertisers,
and word of mouth,
primarily your own.
What if it's the only way t
o let the people know
what you can do,
Then how would they know?
When I was a kid, my mom was my PR person.
My teachers and preachers
Were my advertisers…
When I was a young adult,
My husband was my PR man.
He would sing my talents
Far and wide…he would make known
My wonders.
When I was with my wife,
She spoke of her Manea
And talked me up to others…
There are no parents
In my here and now
There is no husband or wife.
Where ever I go
There is just me.
The horn has been
Returned to me,
There is no one else
To toot it but me.
Narcissist… the Narcissist cry.
Self-absorbed… the Self-absorbed cry out.
Those who have husbands
Wives and lives of different needs,
Than mine,
Complain bitterly,
As if their complaints
Were not a commentary
On themselves.
She can't hear us.
She won't change,
She isn't open to it.
When their fingers point
And blame, three point back
At thee.
My world is not the same
As when I knew them last.
Make peace,
I try and fail
Make peace,
I try and succeed.
Neither outcome is important
Only the attempt.
The world will do
As it does,
And so will I,
And I am at peace
With that
And them
Because I know
They are who they are
And I can either love them
For who they are
And be at peace
Or join them in their
Self inflicted inner
Torture.
I choose peace.
I choose to love
And see the universe
As a place that happens
For me,
Not to me.
Go your way
In whatever you see fit,
I am ok with it
I wish you
Blessed Be.
