Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Motivation




That's Just Fine With Me,
B

Monday, April 12, 2010

Thought for the Day 4/12

"Fear knocked at the door and faith answered. No one was there."
English Proverb

I Love That,
B

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Thought for the Day 4/7

"If the past cannot prevent you from being present now, what power does it have?"
-Eckhart Tolle

*shoutout to Rhythym, since I wouldn't have fallen upon this gem had she not tweeted it.

It's Everything,
B

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Thought for the Day 3/30

"if i can't do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don't want
to do

..when i can't express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
i know" (nikki giovanni)

Did I mention that my poetry collective (Babel!) opened for her two weeks ago?
Yup.

We Did That,
B

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I'm an Aunty (x3)


Born to my brother, his name is Braylon Anthony Edwards.
I adore him.
Early.
The second nephew in the last 3 months.
Call me Butter, baby- cause I am on a roll.

Well, my siblings are on a roll.

This little man was born on Wednesday, March 17th, and I spent the weekend in Virginia Beach just loving his face and smelling his baby feet.

It's the only time any human odor is precious.

See?

To be an Aunt is to be a Good Thing,
B

PS Speaking of which, I still need to post info/pics of the time I spent in SD with my niece and sister. That's a bit more in depth though.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

A Poem for Corey

Here's the poem I mentioned in my post of pictures that I hadn't actually put on the blog. I performed it during Babel's show.

His body is reminiscent of where a man could've been

A brown paper bag full of bones

Reflected on smoky mirrors

He is life altering decisions made last minute and in reverse

His tongue

In deep refusal to become familiar with the taste of weakness

Admits to knowing no fault

No frailty

No room for regrets

He will never admit to being broken


Instead, he’ll call

Speaking in a tone as limp as the branches that sway from willow trees

Equipped with a decade’s worth of insecurities

And burdens just as heavy

As if a bent back were his birth right

And I will rush to his aid


Lose my sense of discretion in sake of his defense

Distribute the weight of his demolished dreams amongst us

And pray to God that the creek don’t rise

You’ll have to pardon me

But I cannot fail him


See, our blood be thick

And all he has to depend on

When his arrogant attitude just sounds like a cry for help

And it seems that no one else can hear,

What in my ears, is painfully obvious

He is just angry

In search of answers only God could grant him

And self-imposed isolation has become his greatest survival tactic

But it’s only a successful method if you let it be

Won’t you choose something else for once


I know it’s not fun

Not the first charitable event that you’d eagerly list on a resume

But you have the power to save a life today

To see the beauty in his rage

And forgive him for it

Though he will never offer an apology


It’s okay to hold him accountable for his actions

But help steer him into making good ones


I can’t be our mother

Can only provide so much comfort

Before I’m forced to remember that I am just his younger sister

Closest of kin

And I can’t be a man for him

But here is my plea


Think of the man he still has the chance to be

Before counting him off as a lost cause

And offering a dank, dark space
Encased by metal bars as his home

Consider this poem

Look up to the sky

Steal the North star

And offer it to him as the guiding light he’ll need to walk in the right direction


It’s the most humane crime you could ever commit

I promise I’ll convince him to keep it in his back pocket should he give you any lip

And he probably will

In that brown bag body of a boy still searching for something to call his own

I wrote him this poem


In hopes that at his next life altering decision

You might find a little time and patience to spare

If not, the heart, to offer him redemption


Smile For Me,

B

You Might Die: Thought for the Day 4/9

"I was angry with you until it occurred to me that you might die."

William Ball

A month ago, when I was first going to post this thought, I had this long elaborte post that accompanied it. It wasn't completed though, and I have since decided not to complete it. Why? IDK, just don't have the sentiments sitting as heavy on my heart as they were when I first wrote this.

But can I kick it? Of course I can.
That's always my precursor to a blunt statement.

I thought of Chris when reading this. He knows who he is. Dependent on if you are an active force in my life, you may know him as well. I'm not sure why it reminded me of him, because I didn't think I was mad at him anymore.

Either way, he came to mind. And I say this to say that I hope you are doing well sir. And being good to yourself. Praying for continued growth.

Simple and Plain,
B

Sunday, March 14, 2010

My Life in Pictures

Haven't done this in a while... a long while. So here are a few photographs of my life since I've been missing. Which basically dates back to last year. (In saving pics, I realized I didn't announce the birth of my nephew- EPIC fail).

Either way, I'll keep it simple. Pictures and captions. Nothing more (or less [assuming you care to see this in the first place LOL]). I was going to put them in ascending chronological order (too many big words beside each other-from the furthest date to the nearest), but I'm currently in a terrible mood- I started writing this when I had the patience to do so- and yeah... just blah.

Since (which was 2 days ago), my mood has been fixed. Here we go (and yes, they're in order):

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[Went to NC over Christmas break and did some hair chopping. Ya'll know I can't keep a do long. Say hello to my new bangs]

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[This would be the newest addition to our bloodline (my nephew). World, meet Romello. Romello, meet the world.]

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[Upon my return to school, I made dinner for my coworkers. My boss brought a chocolate cake. I couldn't tell you how it tasted, because cake isn't really my thing. The meal: fried chicken, Spanish rice, asparagus and corn bread. That corn bread is the corn bread that broke the glass dish I use for baking. I'm not still bitter about it or anything-I'm just sayin.]

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[Snow. Plain and simple. That's just showing how high it was once they shoveled the sidewalk.]

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[More snow. Disrespecting Grace (that's the name of my car, FYI). Shoutout to Jelani for digging her out of it.]

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[These ladies would be my "5". Us 5 together, in the club, is pure trouble. Focus on the front two though: they're the newest addition to the group of people I call friends. And ya'll know I don't use the term loosely. Love them. Early.]

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[The "Rules of Recess". Recess is a club we went to down in Olde City. Cute little theme dontcha think?]

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[Dinner with my boo Andisha during restaurant week. We ate at a steak house (Butcher and Singer). Food was delish. That's my Wendy Williams"How you doin'?" face.]

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[Remember Babel had a show back in February? Here we are. At the show. Loving each other. It's okay if you're jealous.]

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[Brendan, Malcolm and I during our portion of the show.]

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[Me. Doing me. I need to post this new poem, btw.]

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[More snow in Philly. Mother Nature was relentless. She's basically a boss and wanted us all to know that it could be winter whenever She wanted it to be.]

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[Self-explanatory. It's a snow penis. No, I don't know who made it, but it was outside my building and picture worthy.]

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[Sledding down the Philadelphia Art Museum steps. They were covered in ice. That was our bootleg, yet very efficient, sled.]

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[One of the best purchases my father ever made for me-not including Grace or the years he had to pay tuition, post full scholarship.]

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[New tattoo. And this is a bad picture from when I first got it/I'm too lazy to retake one. It reads: "Fear is only a verb if you let it be". It was inspired by this poem/woman/video.]

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[I already told you this, but so what-I cut my hair. It fits in the time line.]

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[Some man on my block speaking in a bull horn telling everyone that white people are crazy crackers, Haitians/Puerto Ricans/a lot of other minorities aren't mentioned in the Bible, and Christianity will lead me to hell. Sound like nonsense to you too? Good. Not to mention he's delivering all this looking like a ninja accompanied by a Black Panther gone wrong. I'm just not built for this mess. Excuse me for this long caption, but I just had to.]

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[My Thaozy cutie face (roomie from last year, remember?). Don't see her often anymore cause she left school, so her presence is always golden. Can't you tell?]

There are actually more pictures to come. I mean, I did spend spring break in South Dakota. Most of them will include random facets of nature, but they're just as (if not more) wonderful.

Stay Tuned,
B