Thursday, October 29, 2009

Giving yourself a pass

Life has been going so well lately...
I'm almost hesitant to write it down for fear that documenting the moment will perhaps encapsulate the feeling only briefly and like sitting up after hanging one's head backward over the side of the bed-all the blood will come rushing back to the assigned regions and the euphoria will slip away! Just that fast!

The job offers, the progress, the strength and ability to speak freely regardless of the consequences. The inherit understanding that I alone define not only others interaction with but perceptions of me. In the simplest ways- by setting boundaries, most politely in both professional and personal relationships...that realization took me 24 1/2 years to put into practice and it felt damn good...POWER.

So much of my time is normally spent analyzing and over analyzing my encounters with other people. A misunderstanding with a supervisor, an argument with my mother, an annoying text from an ex,present, or future lover...yet everyday that I wake up i say a prayer "God i give over all of my burden to you" and here I'd been usurping his power and our agreement by going through this ritual of handing him my burden everyday and then sneaking back and pulling little pieces of it out to labor over in the confines of my own mind.

Lately, I've been far too busy to mull over every incomplete thought, misunderstanding, vile attempt at a transference of negative energy into my upbeat spirit! I'm too freaking fly!

So, I've given myself a pass and I'm letting God do his do, while I do me! Saying what I mean or meant to say and letting it drop...letting negativity fall on deaf ears and teaching other people how to treat me . As it is, the mere act of subsistence, of existence, begs understanding...so understand this...I am, and will only be me!!!!!!!!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Handle with Care

"Time will bring the real end of our trial
One day there'll be no remnants no trace
No residual feelings within ya
One day you won't remember me.

Your face will be the reason I smile
But I will not see what I cannot have forever
I'll always love ya
I hope you feel the same.

Oh, you played me dirty, your game was so bad
You toyed with my affliction
Had to fill out my prescription
Found the remedy
I had to set you free.

Away from me
To see clearly
The way that love can be when you are not with me
I had to leave
I had to live
I had to lead
I had to live......."- Maxwell
pretty wings

Dear baby,

Being with you was the most beautiful pain I've ever felt. I knew it wouldn't last, it would've killed me if it did but i've never loved more passionately. You will always have a piece of my heart.
Part of me will always yearn for your touch, think of your smile, pray for your success. I hope the woman/women in your life realize that they are nurturing my love when they are loving you...I want to put a sign on you that says handle with care.

love always,

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Am I crazy?!

Life Checklist

1. go to school
2. find out what you love to do
3. graduate
4. find a job in your field
5. get a high salary
6. build a life with someone else
7. have kids, own property,etc.
8. live happily ever after

Right?

I got 1-3 down...I just didn't get the innate guidebook to the rest. I am so frustrated. Here I am 24 and on hand trying so hard to live my dreams of entrepreneurship, building businesses that utilize my talents; on the other hand I am broke, moved back in with my mom, almost an entire calendar year without a steady paycheck and less than substantial financial or emotional support.

I must be absolutely insane to continue to live this way. Everyday I wake up in high spirits, praying for god to help me see my way to success...in the way of two steadily growing and financially successful companies, peace of mind, and stability. And every other evening or more like every other week...here i am banging my head against a concrete wall..hoping that if my frustration doesn't break through it my sheer blood, sweat, and tears will....I just want to scream.


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Missing him...

Growing up...Although I bought into the ideal of one man and one woman...I could never quite grasp forever and then I met him.

He is dark chocolate, ebony, and caramel complected... he has locs, is bald, and has a Caesar...he's got a mustache, beard and no facial hair..and he is tall and short...hairy and hairless..muscular- somehow he is always muscular... He is loving and considerate, inconsiderate and aggressive...nonchalant and honest, rude and overwhelmingly chilvarous all at once.

He stimulates my mind, erects my sense of humor, awakens my passion with his passion...Oh how he loves me...he loves me so much he tucks me into bed and kisses my forehead...he trusts me so much he loses himself in our kisses...he thrusts himself in me effortlessly...he erupts in laughter with me and pins me down to make sure I get mine...

I miss him, all of him...I love him...I wonder if I can have forever with all of him?!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentine's Day Unwrapped?!

nougat? nuts? cream? or just a box of plain chocolates...
lovers? love worn? loveless?

What is Valentines Day really? 

According to a good friend of mine its just like Halloween...trick or treat, sometimes a bit of both. He says "- a bunch of people dressed up like couples-perpetrating a fraud,"
I wanted to burst with laughter as he spouted this to his significant other but after thinking about it I had to shake my head and agree.

The only difference perhaps are the consequences- if you dont give candy for Halloween you'll surely be tricked and if you don't give candy for Valentine's Day you can be sure that there will be no tricks!

All these- WE fools walking the streets punch drunk with the idea of love. reveling in our relationships or wallowing in our bachelorness looking for the picture perfect model of a four letter word that most men dread saying and most women hope to hear on February 14th whether or not they've heard it or seen it in action all year long...


Sad really...some all dressed up as 'loveless losers' others as 'love worn drones' and 'lovely lovers' ...least for Halloween you get to pick your costume!

Saturday, February 7, 2009

...

I want my own space...
I want the walls  papered in Neruda,  Williams,  Giovanni, A lil  Diaz and Rita Dove-just a lil bit, Cypress, Sassafrass, and Indigo peppered with two or three reams of For Colored Girls...Cuz my rainbow has felt like it has been enuf quite a few times...

An urban love poem- A collage of self love and his love and my kiss from god bricolage style.

The dove will be where I left it...in the soap dish, and jean michel will taunt me from the bookcase...challenge me to understand him...to understand me...all whilst romare is on the block pointing and chuckling at us.

clothes will be strewn on ebony wicker and mohogany wood in color coated mounds with accessories that dont match...

orange weather beaten purse, brown sister beaten purse with complimentary sister assaulted boots lay peacefully in front of them betwixt cognac and brandy...boots those are- My liquor looks best atop the cabinet with my glass canisters below the ones that hold the rice and tea and sugar just so...

they look fancy in there; my $1.99 sugar in an $8 jar just the way I like...

the way my $100 scarf looks its best atop a $30 coat and the way they both have fallen off the hanger to their rightful place on the floor of my closet where they will rest until their invitation to the big show...the day when they will be laid out most particularly on my velvety sheets next to my indian silk dressed pillows the sensual luxury that is...and will be again my preferred bedroom aesthetic...

at MY place

Friday, February 6, 2009

Mid 20s & 2009

I cannot be sure if it is the economy, unemployment, my age, the fact that a majority of my friend's are glass half empty kind of  people or some strange configuration of them all ...

But as I approach age 24 in a few short weeks- wow probably more like two short weeks now; I have found myself party to a plethora of "sad saturday," "debbie downer," "woe is me" conversations. And I cannot tell a lie, I have been an active participant. Educated, talented, and ambitious, I, like so many of my friends am feeling a bit dejected and disenfranchised with my current situation... 

For some of my friends, its a lack of professional satisfaction, for others personal, for many some unholy mixture of both...

For me, its an interesting dichotomy;  experiencing an overwhelmingly euphoric sense of satisfaction- witnessing the realization of one of my most prized, privately held, professional aspirations in the formation of More Black Art about More Black ish.. however, simultaneously feeling like somewhat of a failure. Applying and applying for part time jobs to supplement my income and allow me the financial wherewithal to continue my work with MBA , finding nothing day in and day out despite an innate understanding and knowledge that I am far  over qualified for a vast majority of said positions...

 Ping ponging between understanding that life is an amusement park of sorts, my own personal disneyland- If I can dream it, I can achieve it and the nagging feeling that adulthood is a SET UP infact the biggest crock ever marketed and successfully sold. A wolf ticket sold to children so that they don't give up and opt to stop trying at ten- which I might've done if anyone told me that it was going to be marred by incessant bills, tolerating annoying people and suppressing your visceral urge to whisper, mouth, scream, yell, or gesture "F*ck you" to them the way you would've behind adults backs when you were ten...atleast that's the way we did it in Brooklyn.  

In talking to a good friend of mine, wading through similar frustrations she said "My brother used to tell me when you go into middle school it will be better...you'll see and then when you get into high school things will be better...i promise you'll see and then college and then after college you'll see"  And now we are a little ways out of college and feeling DUPED!

Stop lying people...I don't know if we do it for our own sanity...convincing ourselves that things are better than they once were or perhaps to protect the young from the sober reality that adulthood kind of sucks outside of the potentially good sex and good booze- if you drink, but we need to stop lying. 

Maybe children will be sickenly happier when they are adults if we don't sell them some unrealistic candyland version of the future awaiting them. If we tell them of the annoying people and the recurring bills  and give them the opportunity to prove us wrong- to avoid the monotony of adulthood's annoyances instead of getting bogged down in it. Long enough even to discover that life is their own personal disneyland...

And perhaps grow into a generation of  well adjusted, less entitled mid 20 somethings.

As for me, I'll be reminding myself that I am living my dream, if only in part and singing 

"When you feel really low
Yeah, there’s a great truth you should know
When you’re young, gifted and black
Your soul’s intact" 
                                    -Nina Simone