November 2011
69 posts
Office Talk
- (after seeing a handsome resident that I've never seen before and telling my coworkers I'd go up to him rapping LL Cool J's Doin' It Well since it was playing on Pandora)
- My Boss: Where did you come from?
- My Coworker: You brought her here.
- Me: A tribe called quest!
- All of us: (breaks out laughing)
Rudy Francisco Freewrite: "When a black man says that you are pretty….for a dark skinned girl" →
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He will nod his head
He will say this with a chuckle in the basement of his throat
As though words like these
Are not smoking pistols
That wound the self-esteem of women who wear midnight on their skin
He will smile
As if he is almost
But not quite willing to excuse the amount of Africa stomping inside of your DNA
What he’s saying
Is that there is a railroad on the color wheel
And you are from the wrong side of tracks
He will treat you as though you were born without knees
And somehow figured out how to crawl
When he pats you on the back
Understand that there is no apology in the trunk
Or a compliment riding shotgun
His wisdom teeth are wearing white hoods
And straddling his tongue like a horse
Don’t let them burn crosswords into your pride
He wouldn’t be able to recognize beauty
If he was pulled out of beauty’s vagina
You are a constellation
And I’ve owned a telescope since the day I was born
Even on days when you feel invisible
I see you
Dear (Future) Lover,
I look forward to what’s to come. I can’t wait for the someone who embodies the certainty that every previous relationship went to rot, because this one is ever-ripe. I mean, I can wait.. because I want to be ready for that kind of a thing when it comes to find me. Still, I’m anxious. But I’m actively working on the demonstration of patience. I’ve got plans for you.
you need to settle down with someone decent.
- girl: and what about you warsan, what do you look for in a partner?
- me: just someone is who is ready for a dystopian post apocalyptic future earth and has mentally perpared himself for the the possibility of a zombie attack.
- girl: okay?
- me: i also like kindness, beards, emotional intelligence and innapropriate wit.
- girl: okay.
- me: maybe someone whose lap i can sit on while we research the link between hip hop and alien existence.
- girl: well i hope that goes well for you.
“More than anything—kisses, great sex, expensive gifts—she needed a ‘thank you’ to let her know that how she was living, and that all that she’d done, was appreciated.”
—From my upcoming novel…
hey this is not a question :) but i have great news. I USED YOUR ADVICE :) &nd i posted my first real poem of something that has happened to me so please read and comment.
Ahhhhh! I’m excited to read it. Go youuu.
Friends
- Monica: I can't stop smiling
- Rachel: I see that. You look like you slept with a hanger in your mouth.
“Maybe that is all any bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave.”
—Audre Lorde
Freewrite, 6:18AM
It’s not enough to ignore me
Now you’re disturbing my sleep
My only chance at peace
Got me living our love through my dreams
And my dreams say I’m not happy here
Even my subconscious is self conscious
Considers sharing you
Compares myself to women I wonder if you’re wanting
Am I not soft enough?
Not submissive enough?
Not docile enough?
Or just entirely too much me?
These are all hypothetical questions I wouldn’t dare you to answer
Cus’ you’d probably tell me the truth
And truth has too much sting to it these days
Especially when you aren’t even a liquor drinker
No elixir exist that could help knock the edge off
Sends out harsh words, but coats in stickiness
In reality I’ve set boundaries
In my dreams, I’ve even tried polygamy
Granted my self conscious sub conscious knew I couldn’t love like that
Woke me from my sleep
Proof to me it wasn’t even worth pondering
I know I’m a lot to handle
But it’s just enough to spread throughout a lifetime
Just enough spark to greet consistency with spontaneity
I know I can’t gift wrap something you have outwardly denied
Aint enough glitter to make shit shine
Some things should just be seen for what they are
Wanted for what they are
Loved for what they are
You should love me for what I am
A woman
With more than a little whimsical
And a lot of wanting
On the surface
And in places that burn
But each place spells out your name
Wants to be called home by you
Wants to be your safe haven
I want to be your safe haven
Not wrestle the demons out my sleep
And awake to a world where you occasionally deny me
When I can’t be sure what the lesson is
My face should probably see a bible more
My knees should probably be a little more giving
But I’m always fearful of sending my worries to the wrong man
And this is proof of such
Here I am stressing our lack of communication
Like Jesus aint always been on the main line
“If you speak in careless earthquakes, move in nonchalant hurricanes, react in emotional volcanoes, don’t expect people to love you like collateral damage, your debris and destruction is far from unintentional/accidental.”
—Ocean.. Charlotte, NC’s very own :)
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Sometimes "smiling don't mean nothing more than you aren't afraid to show your teeth."
- Coworker: You doing okay today?
- Me: I will be.
Truth is....
there will never be enough us
for forever. We are perfection.
But only in thimbleful. Just
enough for the moment.
We are the promise
dependent on circumstance.
-Kai
