Nana

The story

This is written for all the women of the world that have found themselves in situations, conditions, or even misconceptions of who we really are. Lots of care is being taken to use the dolls in various settings to help each of us understand, rationalize, and adjust to old wounds in our lives, that keep us from being the woman that we were meant to be. I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying Is there anyone crying? Who gives a care, is anybody there? Dying from trying… Trying to fight… Trying to hang in there Trying to make it to tomorrow, only sorrow from trying and I’m still dying Dying from poor education, dying from neglect Dying from lack of touch, lack of sensation Dying from no one caring, caring, caring… Caring for what, for whom? Caring about when, caring for what Caring, well! Sure I’m caring… I care for football, basketball Who won the Olympics, the Fiesta Bowl, the World Series, also the Super Bowl You said caring… Is this not enough caring… What sitcom will win the prize for the best of the year? What actor will win the Grammy? Just who will take home the Oscar? Who’s the “best” dressed celebrity? Whose recording is the best? Who married whom? I care about who cheated on whom, Who got caught, who got away… What’s the latest gossip in town? Who died? Who will be immortalized? Will we go to war? What’s the highest priced car? What’s the color for this year? What and where are the best land & homes to buy? Tell me again that I don’t care… You see I care about the things that matter to me, So, if you’re dying, I will not be the one crying So keep on dying, I‘ll keep caring about only the things that matter to me… No caring for humanity No crying for the motherless child No caring for the old man that lives under the bridge… No crying for the woman who lost her only child to war So go on trying, crying, or even dying because I won’t be here. Black woman ,Phoenix, Arizona ID: ST-MIZ