This poem was written on July 31, 1997. Time Is Short and The Water Rises Life is short and sweet, So you have to move on There is no time to waste We have to move on Before the water covers our heads And everything will be over Because time is short And the water… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Nine and My New Poetry Book is Available(!)
A Poem – Week Forty-Eight
This poem, written on November 18, 1996, is a companion piece to the recently posted poem, Self-Hate. Self-Love Today's the day I'll be all I can be Today's the day I'll stand up for me No more falling in the shadow trap I'll reach the top And achieve my goals I will never stop Working… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Eight
💃🏾Flashback Friday – I’ll Never Dance Again💃🏾
I mentioned before that I was a dramatic teenager. I have to admit that I was also a dramatic child. Growing up, one of my favorite activities was dancing. I never had lessons, beyond one summer of tap, so I was mostly self-taught. I particularly loved trying to imitate Janet Jackson, Paula Abdul and Madonna.… Continue reading 💃🏾Flashback Friday – I’ll Never Dance Again💃🏾
Blood, sweat and poetry
I was up last night at 2 a.m. writing poetry. The words don't always come to me, but when they do, I have to write them down. I woke up around 8 a.m. and looked at what I wrote. It's a good thing I captured the words last night because I don't even remember having… Continue reading Blood, sweat and poetry
A Poem – Week Forty-Seven
I spent a lot of time in 1996 writing about imaginary relationships. Here's another one and I won't promise you there will not be more. If I could time travel... I would hug my mother and tell her how much I love her and buy a bunch of clothes and discontinued snacks because priorities... Question:… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Seven
A Poem – Week Forty-Six
This poem, written on October 11, 1996, is a humdinger. It basically took all my teenage angst and insecurity and put it into poetry form. Self-Hate Looking in the mirror To see what there is to see Staring but seeing nothing special Seeing nothing but me Looking for my special part But seeing nothing But… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Six
🤬Flashback Friday – 6-year old potty mouth🤬
Do you remember the character on Tiny Toons, Foulmouth? He was a rooster that used language that had to be beeped out of the cartoon. When I was six, I was a lot like that rooster, without the benefit of censors. After my father's death, I rebelled against his strict parenting. I decided to use… Continue reading 🤬Flashback Friday – 6-year old potty mouth🤬
A Poem – Week Forty-Five
This poem, written in late 1996, is about my love for music. This is the second poem to mention the Jodeci song, "Get On Up." I still love music and can't go a day without it. Music Maniac When I'm sad It's Mary It's Tupac When it's scary Jodeci When I want to "Get On… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Five
A Poem – Week Forty-Four
This poem written October 11, 1996 imagines a personified rainbow. Rainbow Appearing only after rain There you are To help ease the pain When troubles are over You mix with sunshine If there's a solution I'm sure you'll find Bringing out the lovely In everything Here you come With your familiar ring But I haven't… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Four
