Brilliant Blog Share

Who Am I? Originally posted on  http://thereporterandthegirl.com/2015/08/21/who-am-i/ This post has found its way onto ' Brilliant Blog Share' for the uncompromising and rawness of its words. Clearly there are contradictions and inconsistencies within, but that only goes to highlighting the emotional anguish portrayed by the writer.   Dear readers, I want to introduce this anonymous submission from a friend of mine. He broke up with his girlfriend of two years, a couple months ago. And on my suggestion, wrote a piece today about his feelings. Please show him your support! @ReporterandGirl  or  Facebook  or  G+ . What kind of fucked up, dark, twisted question is that? What does that even mean? I’m asking, seriously. What defines someone? Our actions? Thoughts? Beliefs? What I do when no one is around? Or better yet, what I do when everyone is around? When you break up with someone, there’s this pressure to reinvent yourself. To find out who you are. But to me,

This was first posted by   http://yourartsygirl.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/mango-man.html I liked it so much I thought it suitable to re-post here, I hope you agree. I remembered the vendor  who pushed his squeaky cart  of sweet corn, sugarcane,  and mangos in the sweltering afternoons,  through residential subdivisions of my past.  And as a child chased him down,  with my only peso in hand, anxious to fulfill  that nameless need in my early dawn.  Just as if the sky turned the colors  of burnt orange and the world smelled  of incense and my grandmother's coconut oil,  I walked this path before with many faces.  Thus, I returned here with the same perplexities—  gastric questions that bubble inside,  back pains of my former loss.  My mother will one day look on smiling,  finally at rest in her hammock  contented for once about the heat,  as I will hear again that mango man call out  the objects of my affection.  One day pockets will