Love In The Outfield

by Kaylyn Kiara

“Just make sure the walls you build to protect yourself don’t become a prison.”

“Is this the Mama who keeps trying to sneak him stuff he shouldn’t be eating?” “Oop! She tried to eat me up with that one!”

“You’re like a grizzly bear- rude as fuck and intimidating, but once you get past that, you’re mushy and cuddly.”

Mothering doesn’t stop when your child turns eighteen. No matter how grown they think, they are. Everybody needs their Mama. Lord knows I miss mine.”

“Keep playing, and I’ll make him marry me and show you how it’s done.”

“You should take your own advice,” I suggested, scrubbing the short curls edged to perfection. “God gave you a decent face. You shouldn’t hide it so much.” “Damn, just decent?” “More than decent when your mouth is closed.”

“Sometimes you have to make the storm your instrumental. Accept the pressure. Turn your passion into a melody you harmonize with, and be thankful you get to create the remix.”

You don’t blame love because it didn’t work out. You just learn who to give it to.”

There was no way God would gift me a melody worth vibing to and not let me keep it.

Life is kind of like a video game. God won’t let you move on to the next level if you can’t master the one you’re on. He’ll keep forcing you to relive it until you do.

“I need somebody to ride the storm but still enjoy the sun. People are used to bullshit,

“My baby is scared, and shit, I am too, but not having you scares me more.”

‘If you live for their praise, you’ll die by their criticism.’

“I am grown, thank you.” “Show off in my red lipstick again, and your ass is in trouble.” “You don’t own the color red.” “When it comes to you, I own the trademark.”