I have to accept that
Some poems cannot be
Beautiful. Some were only
Birthed to be simple and
Some poems wear lace
And carry dandelions
And others sit naked,
Unshaven with their
Girl. Nice to know it’s not just me.
What are your ABC’s?
A - Age: 21
B - Bed size: Full
C - Chore you hate: Dish washing by hand. My friend thinks it’s therapuetic. I think she’s a liar.
D - Dad’s name: Daddy… or Ronald
E - Essential start your day item: Music, or else I don’t stand a chance. I wake up, grab my phone, and immediately cut on Pandora. This morning it was playing Sara Bareilles’ station. A definite win. Undertow came on (one of my favorite tracks by her).. “There aint a thing that I need until you tell me I can’t. Why wear my heart on my sleeve when it looks so good in your hands?… Old habits are so hard to break. It’d be a shame to stop now that I’ve started to make some really good mistakes.” Crazy lyrics, right?
F - Favorite color: Green.
G - Gold or Silver: Silver, lately. Gold if I’m wearing my mother’s jewelry.
H - Height: 5’7 (3/4)”, don’t forget the 3/4. I always wanted to be 5’9” or 6’.
I - Instruments you play(ed): My voice, said the poet. (I can also play In The Jungle from Lion King on the piano and Chop Suey by System of a Down on the guitar.)
J - Job title: Leasing consultant. Come September, I hope to be (read: will be, speaking things into life) involved with the youth.
K - Kids: 2 God daughters. The end.
L - Living arrangements: West Philadelphia, happily. 3 bedroom house.
M - Mom’s name: Mommy. Mommy #1 is Karla. Mommy #2 (stepmom, but mommy just the same) is Jacqueline.
N - Nicknames: B (most common), Beetlebug/Bug (Mommy said Beetlebug, Daddy just makes it even more unattractive by shortening it to “Bug”), Yum-Yum (from middle school, regarding my greediness), Raisin’ Bran, Bam Bam, Brandi Boo
O - Overnight hospital stay other than births: Nada… unless you count the night I stayed with my sissy when she gave birth to my niece.
P - Pet Peeve: I have OCD about people writing on my paper/ripping it/folding it improperly (ask AG… she tried to do it my entire college career just to see me cringe), wet bathroom carpets, messy toothpaste tops/containers, people who turn the radio completely off when talking on the phone and disregard their passengers (my dad), people who honk/cut through funeral traffic displaying their blatant disrespect… I could go on.
Q - Quote from a movie: “You have the sophistication of a woman of 12.” -Waldo, Little Rascals… and “You’re killin’ me, Petey.” — Coach, Remember The Titans (because I got this from harlemink.tumblr.com, he had that quote posted, and it’s one of my 3 favorite movies).
R - Right or left handed: Write with my right.
S - Siblings: 8 of ‘em. 4 brothers, 4 sisters. 3 older, 5 younger.
T - Time you wake up: Alarm goes off at 7:30 am. By no means does this mean I actually get out the bed.
U- Underwear: I’m not sure how to answer this. Yes? Thongs and boyshorts. “He” likes lace.
V - Vegetable you dislike: Can’t even think of one. I was raised by a vegetarian (mind you, my favorite food is pork chops- don’t be judgemental). However, I don’t like mangos. Not a veggie, but it’s all I can come up with right now.
W - Ways you run late: Thing is, I’m not the person who underestimates the amount of time it will take to do things. I just refuse to start before I feel like it, and I don’t rush my existence. In other words, I don’t respect other peoples time or my own. Sorry, all.
X - X-rays you’ve had: Teeth. That’s it.
Y - Yummy food you make: Anything fried. Seriously. Shoutout to my southern roots. Baked mac n’ cheese (again, harlemink.tumblr.com… I’m sure the recipe my gram uses beats his, though). Anything baked with cream of mushroom or onion sauce. Etc. I like to cook.
Z - Zoo favorite: Elephants :) They’re mad majestic. I rode one when I was younger and have since come to feel guilty about it, but I do love them.
- Me: (all into India Arie's song, swearing I'm singing) If he were a song, he'd be a complicated melody.
- Female Coworker: Gerald (her boyfriend) would be a nursery rhyme.. or the simplest kind of poem, a haiku- that doesn't even rhyme.