[I'm trying my best to make actions out of my words, but I'm a firm believer that aint nothing real unless you write it, so naturally-I have to put it down somewhere.
"I dream too much, don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere."
Writing: my [a][n][t][i]-[d][r][u][g].
It's the most therapeutic and fulfilling, yet natural high I have yet to come across. Quitting is never an option, and I got that good shhhhhh'. Care to indulge?
I am a direct insult to what the fuck Satan invested time in. (C.P. Maze)
My first responsibility is to let my caged words take flight and not believe the hype that what I say don't make a difference. (Mayda del Valle)
...but with something as permanent as death looming like oxygen, passin' you up because God had your back again, how could you sit back and act like you know exactly where you'll go when you're dying? (Cierra Robinson)
I'm a conceited elitist that's borderline genius, who speaks dope wrote broken down English. (Tommy Bottoms)
If you speak about it, you should be about it, not just preach about it all day. Cause if you don't you run the risk of chasing some of the most beautiful people away, and it is never my intention to discourage you- rather encourage you to change your life today. (Lyfe Jennings)
The only man who behaves sensibly is my tailor. He takes me measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them. (George Bernard Shaw)
Currently Reading...
Just Finished...
Recommended Reading:
A Lesson Before Dying by Ernest J. Gaines
A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier by Ishmael Beah
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
Basketball Jones by E. Lynn Harris
Cover Girls by T.D. Jakes
Diary of a Mistress by Miasha
Dutch, The Trilogy (Parts 1,2 and 3) by Teri Woods
Everyone Worth Knowing by Lauren Weisberger
Got to Be Real (Four Original Love Stories) by E. Lynn Harris, Eric Jerome Dickey, Colin Channer, and Marcus Major
Grindin': A Novel by Danielle Santiago
I Say a Prayer for Me by Stanice Anderson
Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
Left Behind: A Novel of the Earth's Last Days by Tim F. LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins
Left to Tell: Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust by Immaculee Ilibaiza
Let That Be the Reason by Vickie M. Stringer
Love is Never Painless by Zane
Makes Me Wanna Holler: A Young Black Man in America by Nathan McCall
Midnight by Sister Souljah
Nigger : An Autobiography by Dick Gregory
No Disrespect by Sister Souljah
Not a Day Goes By: A Novel by E. Lynn Harris
On the Down Low: A Journey Into the Lives of "Straight" Black Men Who Sleep With Men by J.L. King
Playing with Boys by Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez
Rhythms by Donna Hill
Russell Simmons Def Poetry Jam on Broadway ... and More by Numerous People
S. by Slavenka Drakulić
Sleeping with Strangers by Eric Jerome Dickey
Something on the Side by Carl Weber
Soulmates Dissipate by Mary B. Morrison
Take Time 2 Know Him by D. L. Christie
The Coldest Winter Ever by Sister Souljah
The Color of Water: A Black Man's Tribute to His White Mother by David McBride
I know I've been M.I.A. for sometime now, and it's a tad improper for me to go missing them pop up all willie nillie and asking for favors...
but...
Could you please go to this link, and vote for Jadon Woodard. Better yet, if time is on your side: watch all the videos and choose your favorite, honestly. I'm almost positive that all roads will lead back to him. But if you just trust my opinion and don't feel the need to view the others, here's what you're voting for:
Yes, you may have seen him on one of Sprite's Slam Dunk Contest commercials. I'm just saying, my boy is doing it. One more thing, if you remember to do this same act, everyday, until February 5th you'd make my heart smile in a major way.
Something always brings me back here. One way or another. It's been a while. But, here I am.
So, the theme song to this post is Ironic by AlanisMorisette.
:Proceeding:
I get a phone call from my grandmother saying that my brother got into an altercation with the soon to be mother of his child, left the house, and told my gram to tell me that he loves me. Upon this not so fun fact, I go back and forth between calling my grandma, my brother, and my dad.
Now, the details of their altercation have lost importance in lieu of the light bulb that just flashed in my head.
First off, upon dealing with this (if that's even what I did), I go looking for comfort. There are people I want to call, but I really just want an in-the-flesh hug. And right now, there's about one person I could call for that in Philadelphia and get a guaranteed response. Nonetheless, they don't stay all that close, and I just told them today that I don't want to be there crutch. Hence, I need not make them mine.
With that being said, I then go to another source.. not the source I would typically/ever go to... but because I am just in need of a hug and company, I figure they will have to do. I hit them up expecting them to not be awake, but they were up-just not close.
And that's probably best cause that probably wouldn't have been the type of comfort I was seeking. Either way, I tell myself to just go write. Duh. And here yall are... here I am. Talking to everyone, no one, and myself all at once.
And it's funny that my older brother is what brought me here, because I've been meaning to write about my experience (while back home) with my younger sisters for sometime now. Now, isn't that time, but I'm just saying.
As it relates to my brother though, he was in the wrong. My grandma, being the saint that she is, has no problem pointing this out, wants him to claim fault where it's due, and deal with the consequences like a man. [not-so-random book plug: A Lesson Before Dying by Ernest Gaines]
In a general sense, I can agree with these requests/thoughts. However, that's my brother we're talking about, and though he was at fault-I only want good things for him. Him turning himself in (which is what my grandma [and now I] thinks he should do) might result in not so good things, since he's already on probation with the chances of serving 5years in the event of anymore "trouble".
So no, I don't want him in jail. Yes, I realize he has never learned his lesson regarding the law, because he always walked off scotch free (with the exception of his not so clear record), but I just don't want that life for him. We actually got in an argument, and he hung up on me about 3 times. Such is life.
I love how my grandma can see the right no matter what though. I'm a Libra. We're all for balance. I should embody that. Guess I'm still wet behind the ears. It just kind of checked me though, because earlier today I was telling someone that I felt like I was in a good place for the most part.
I didn't have any obligations that I didn't opt to be a part of. I wasn't lying to anyone or caught up lying to myself. I'm somewhat happy with my academic career and where it's going. I feel purpose driven even when my path looks hazy, etc. Then this happens.
And though this wasn't hardly about me, it just reminded me that I still have some growing up to do. It was like life saying, "Oh, so you think you're at a good place? You still can't choose right from wrong." And here I am, waving my white flag, saying "Touche." to life. It's crazy.
Granted, I still want what I want for my brother. And I can't say that I'm not completely pissed (and that's an understatement) with his babies mother for how she chose to handle this, but I also can't say that if she was my sister I wouldn't have instructed her to do the very thing she did and then some.
Blood is thicker than water, but right should always prevail over wrong. It's just the law of the land. At least it should be. Even when I don't like it. Note to self.
That's All, B
I'll leave ya'll with a little melody. It could be worse, right?
Did I mention I have work at 8AM, and it's the first day of classes? Yup. Isn't it ironic? "Have to laugh out of frustration."
:)
[while posting/proof reading this I realized that this song by Goapele always puts me in the right place. Woosah.]
[I'm clearing out my drafts, and this is from September of 2008. I posted it so who knows why it's in drafts, but there's no harm in seeing it twice if it was from 2yrs ago, right? Right.]
we were CIA aagents at a ball all dressed up (the same haha)
ME:lmAO
whose we?
?
MONIKA:and we were hiding from terrorists but we failed bc we couldnt shutup/ our hair would fit anywere because it was always too big
so they found us
me and you haha
then i woke up
soo uhh just thought id share
haha
ME:lmao are you kidding me? hilarity
MONIKA:no the night before that
i had a dream that kelly [readers note: kelly is black] had an asian kid but neglected it
so i had to take care of it
i thnk its finals delerium
ME:lmao definitely is it
granted, youre usually delirious anyway
MONIKA:i cant believe i wasted a dream on kelly
ME:lmao a wasted dream? exactly.
MONIKA:haha
where v u been
its like i needed to have dream bc i never see you
so its kinda ur fault...
ME:lmao way to blame my greatness for your illusions
MONIKA:hahahaha
ME:ive been hiding. really ive been in my rm, up at ridiculous hours thinking about work-not doing-oversleeping-and than repeating the process. today that changes though.
i feel like i just gave a really inspirational speech lol and all the people are clapping while i stand on the podium and my voice vibrates from the speakers
MONIKA:today? u mean tonight
ME:right now. u meant what i knew!
MONIKA:LMAO
ur delerious too
iv been a hermit in my room too
i turned on my christmas lights bc it statted feeling like jail
[this picture was taken at work with my Egyptian princess Monika LOL clearly we were bored, but hey- when in Rome, you do what Romans do]
This should have been the thought of the day on NYE. However, I'm just getting this dropped into my lap. Here you have it:
"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day." -Edith Lovejoy Pierce
I Deserve This Shit, [currently listening to Drake's The Winner, which is where that line's from] B
P.S. Random/thoughtful things make my heart smile.
Sorry, Shanee Renee but it was the only way I could gaurantee being able to view it for ever ever and years to come. Who knows when's the next time I'll need a sure reason to do this--> :)