The sun will be up The month will be May And I’ll have an abundance of words to say My blood will be rushing, thinking of you While I’m keeping it from kissing the air and turning blue But the sun might be setting Colors in the clouds Pink and yellow burgundies and purples falling down And I’ll write a song about it if you stay around -me
You and I must make a pact. We must bring salvation back.
I'm fine, thank you.
Why do people think I need their condolences because my hair is short now? “Oh, it’ll grow back. Don’t worry.” No. You don’t worry. I’ll be bald for the rest of my life and be perfectly fine with it. People need to start embracing the beauty in the meantime. You know, between time. Excuse me for being content.
I remember him like beautiful literature read with the intent of memorization.– me
Virtual World Rant
I have grown to hate this virtual world I have been subjected to, and I want nothing more to do with it. I have been missing the sounds of inhalations, the subtle feeling of heart beats, fingertips, contact, facial expressions body language, and LAUGHTER not reduced to “Lol and LMAO” . I so vehemently miss reality. I want to walk backwards into a world of disposable cameras with 27...
My Ugly Truth (Farewell, Fear)
Here’s some more of my ugly truth. Enjoy! This morning, I caught myself scheming and strategizing on how I could walk blatantly backwards into a situation that gave birth to pain, insecurity, unworthiness, and depression in my life. Why would I want to do such a thing you ask? Well, I’m trying to figure that out too. I have kept my own self from healing time after time after...
Farewell, Fear: The Power of the Truth
I almost let fear win just a few moments ago. I was caught in the hustle and bustle of the transition from school to work, changing from my regular clothes to my teacher uniform, setting up my classroom, returning calls. I had been in a phenomenal mood all day. I had a homemade veggie juice. I made sure there was extra celery included because it makes me high :). A phenomenal mood was I in. ...
Not sure I’ve ever been this transparent. I’m inviting you to follow me on a journey of saying farewell to fear. A tweet appeared on my timeline from Iyanla Vanzant (a woman who from thousands of miles away, through words on pages, tweets or time on television has greatly assisted me in my healing process) that said, ” You have been chosen to lead others out of a fear-based...
He didn’t just touch me. It was like he reached down in the pit of his soul, grabbed hold of the most divine love he was in possession of, pulled it through his gut, passed it through his joints, and forced it through his fingertips… onto me. And to think, I thought I had felt love before.
Your love is extravagant. Your friendship is so intimate. I find I’m moving to the rhythms of your grace. Your fragrance is intoxicating in our secret place.
I feel so apprehensive about saying this to you again, God. How many times have I promised this to you, given it to you and then effortlessly handed it to someone else? I want to try again, though. I don’t have any other choice. I want you to have prevalence in my heart, at all costs. I want to live through you- move when you say move, speak words that you would speak, live a life that you...
Eff these big booty hoes. They betta boss up and get this money.
I want to blog about the subconscious pressure men put on women to be these big breasted, big booty, teeny waisted, long, manageable haired, pretty perfect creatures and how I’ll never be that. Not tonight though ;) .
There’s so much I can’t stand about who I used to be. My poorly selected clothing, inability to do my hair right, corny choice of words, silly looking makeup. But then again, there is so much that I miss about her.
There’s so much I want to say, but I can’t get it out. I’m afraid no one’s listening. And even if they are, I’m afraid no one understands. Restless.
the only object I’ve had my little students point to when attaching something tangible to the Spanish color brown is their skin. they better know. cafe bonita.
The thing is, I like wearing lip sticks of various colors.I enjoy gym shoes quite much. I feel more in control in them. I’ll wear an African print far before a floral one because I’m about that life. I got my nose pierced last Friday because I wanted to, no other reason at all. My hair is jet black. I dyed it. Yesterday, I got into an argument with my beaux and threatened to f*xk his...
If the moon’s got so may watching, I guess it’s his show. If the...– My Pen.
A Lesson on Insecurity.
Imagine baking your absolute favorite desert, mine being German chocolate cake. Now, imagine you completing the cake- icing, decorations and all, and the cake having a problem with the way you made it. Telling you it’s too dark chocolate and that it’s icing is weird with all that coconut and stuff in it, and that it overall has a problem with the way it was created. Now, you made...
Something I'm Working On.
I’m just one in a billion down below. If you ask me what’s out there, I don’t know. So we live and we learn and we grow. And we try to touch the sky before we go.
I had the worst identity crisis last week. My friend brought in a man who is practically like a brother to her to drum for our student’s African dance which is apart of the production we’re directing. His name was Baba Michael (pronounced Michelle). He was a native of Senegal and had lived on the states about 10 years. He entered our classroom with such unadulterated, unapologetic...