Things I’ve learned from my daughter: Always be your biggest cheerleader!!!

Today I watched as my daughter tried to throw.  She would pick up her ball and attempt to throw it at me. Sometimes it went forward, most times it went backwards....other times it just fell out of her hand...but no matter what direction it went in....as soon as that ball left her hand she would clap excitedly and say ‘YAY’.  She didn’t wait for me to say “good job honey!” or “go baby girl” she was her own cheerleader.  She didn’t care if the ball made its ultimate goal...in my direction.  She was just happy that she did her best and she was proud.   Just made me think....always be proud of your attempts in life....even if they fail!  Cheer yourself on to the next try and eventually you’ll get it!

Ah, the wisdom of babies....I love it! 

Hyperconnectivity

Do you think we're hyperconnected????  Think about how many ways we are all connected.....most of us have each other on IM, text, home phone, cell phone, facebook, twitter, blogs, bbm, email, gaming devices, and maybe even face time too!  That's INSANE!!!!!  And most of these things are on our cell phones.....do we really need to be all up in each others faces like that??? I don't like having everyone on everything...it's too much!  I need some space sometimes.  Remember back in the day when you had to wait to see the person, in person....or just call them and hope they were home (if you were lucky they had an answering machine where you could leave a message in one try....no reviewing and editing your messages then!)

Then we had pagers (with no cell phones lol) so we had to stop at a pay phone to check the voice message or return a call.  Then we moved to those HUGE Zach Morris cell phones LOL!  Oh how much times have changed!  Now we have these smart phones that do everything but change light bulbs...I'm sure someone somewhere is working on it though.   We have all our tweets, messages, bbms, Facebook wall posts, emails, texts and more from these little devices that fit nicely in our pockets.

To quote the late great MJ "I always feel like somebody's watching me...and I've got no privacy." (and he sang that hook in 1984....maybe he was smarter than we gave him credit for.)

Somehow I like having some personal space.  Call me old school but it is what it is! lol!

Yellow - My Soul Was Open

As I mentioned in the previous post, I'm trying to write a poem inspired by or based on each of the 8 colors (main characters) in Tyler Perry's For Colored Girls.

.....Open your soul. Welcome to Yellow.....

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My soul was open on that cool Thursday morning

There you were smiling, laughing joking

My soul wasn’t ready to let you in

But somehow you convinced me with that wicked grin

Softly, and sweetly you coerced me to sway

I had no time for romance I did not want to play

My soul was open on that warm Friday night

As we salsa’d and sipped on wine

I looked at you with adoring eyes, I loved your killer smile.

Pretty lilies soon adorned my door, my desk and my car

You regaled me stories of laughter and fun

And slowly I let you slither in

And bit by bit you came on in

You listened with intent as I spoke of my passions and I slowly bared my soul

Undressing it slowly as you watched the tease.

That must have sparked your interest

Cause you leaned in close

Your cologne invaded my senses

Taking me to heights of euphoria

Damn you smell good

Your scent, so familiar so warm

I lean in and lose myself in your aura

As you place your arm gingerly around my shoulders

 I feel a shiver creep from the nap of my neck to the small of my back

You’re a man, a real man, of real substance, of real taste

The real strong pulse of a man’s embrace

  

My soul was open on a Saturday night

As I let you in my domicile

I toiled and rhythmically swayed around my stove

Preparing a meal for a king

After all the man who managed to open my soul was about to feast

Feast on his prey as he took my soul in 5 minutes of hell

I fought and kicked and screamed from my core

My soul broke as I fell to the floor

Thrust after thrust he killed my soul

In 5 minutes of hell I mourned what he stole

In 5 minutes of absolute hell I broke more than before

My insides torn and bruised, as my soul begged, ‘no more’

My soul was numb on a Saturday night

As I stared at the open door

I could not feel the tears that tumbled

Nor the winds that blustered past my face

I don’t know how to move, nor the purpose of my tongue

When it cried so intently on deaf ears

As I lay there an empty shell of a woman

Nothing short of utter disgrace

I cannot dress, how can I face

The one who opened up my space

My soul left me on that cold Saturday night....never to be seen again

I do not own any rights to this photo.

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as always .....comment.....discuss.....let's start a dialog.....peace n blessings.....

Orange - Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string

I saw the movie For Colored Girls yesterday and to say the least I was inspired!  I decided I'm going to try to write a poem inspired by or based on each of the 8 colors (main characters) in the movie.  I read the play many moons ago and I loved it then and I love the movie now.  I think Tyler Perry did an amazing job with the content of the play.  There's been a lot of controversy surrounding the remake of this classic piece, BUT, I'm please and was touched by the all star cast and their sincere performances.  It is a must see. And hopefully my poems are a must read.

Here is a lil something I wrote inspired by Tangie (Orange) from Tyler Perry's For Colored Girls.

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Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string

So I can pull it back from you when you squeeze too hard

Sometimes I want to put my mind in my heart

So that I can stop the feelings of extreme love

Sometimes I wonder why I hurt

When all I want to do is love

Sometimes I wish the world were on string

And I stood here alone

Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string

And dangle it in front of you, taunting your mind

Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string

And dance it, slowly, before your eyes

Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string

So you think it’s yours to keep

Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string

And leave it in the middle of the floor

Sometimes I wish that many men would stand far and wide

And like a tiger devouring flesh, my heart they wanted inside

But since my heart is on a string

It’s controlled by mine two hands

I’ll let you know if you can touch it

Or if you leave it where it stands

Sometimes I wish I had control over all things

But then my mind would explode

Sometimes I wish I knew now what I knew then

The past yet to unfold

Most times I wear my heart on a string

Dangling behind me as I stroll

The last time I wore my heart on a string

My belly, it did swole

But with a bit of bourbon, and a dark room of smoke

My belly did swole no more

I wish I could wear my heart on a string

Drag it too and fro

I wish I could wear my heart on a string

I would never let it go

But since my heart is just a part of me

With each new pain I groan

One day I’ll wear my heart on a string

Before I get too old

Sometimes I want to put my heart on a string

For reasons yet untold

I do not own any rights to this photo.

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as always .....comment.....discuss.....let's start a dialog.....peace n blessings.....

.....In The News Today.....October 12, 2010....,.

Source: http://www.ktla.com/news/landing/ktla-mother-drugs-daughter,0,302805.story
"Mother admits to drugging her 13 year old daughter so her boyfriend could impregnate her"
- you can read the article for the details.....but it's pretty straightforward!!! 

I am SICK to my stomach!!!

How selfish can you be???  How on earth could you think that its OK to drug your 13 year old daughter to allow your so-called boyfriend to try to impregnate her.  Is this some kind of sick tactic to try to keep your man???  And then you wanted him to MARRY her??  Was that to try to cover up the pregnancy???  How could you look at your daughter and give him over to a grown man to molest and rape???

I'm sick and tired of reading about women who abuse their children in order to please some boy....and I say boy because no MAN would entertain such a thought!  

Are women that desperate??? Are women that afraid of being alone???  I think it's sad that women feel the need to jeopardize and put their children at risk just for the sake of having some dick at the end of the day! 

We aren't protecting our babies anymore...and if we aren't who will???  How on earth do we expect them to prosper and succeed when before they are even able to vote they are are faced with such adult problems and situations.  No wonder our kids need to see the psychologist instead of being the psychologist.

My heart goes out to that poor little girl who has been fighting off this man for months....almost a year!!!  How is she supposed to learn to trust others when the one she looks up to the most her mother is continually putting her in danger!  

Thank God, in this case, she didn't get pregnant and wasn't raped but the mental anguish will last a lifetime!  I wish I could rescue that baby and nurse her back to decent mental health.....She is probably the sweetest child who gets good grades and is striving to be her best who was stuck with a mother who could care less about her....SHAKE MY HEAD!!!!

Personally, I think there needs to be some kinda test before someone is able to have a child....you need to go through all this trouble to drive a car or to have a job BUT anyone and everyone can have a baby....and a lot of those who don't deserve the blessing that is a child have 4-5-6-7 kids and don't take care of them....

A friend of mine said "They need to throw away the key! Really on a side note there r a few other suggestions I have for this woman but they may not be sanctioned by the human rights ppl!"  I can definitely think of some creative ways that justice can be served....but then my baby girl would be without a mother.....so for now I'll just vent on my blog....

.....comment.....discuss.....let's start a dialog.....peace n blessings.....

.....Welcome To My World.....

Starting off my blog with one of my poems....comment...discuss....let's start a dialog....peace n blessings...

Moondance

Dance with me
Sway my body from side to side in your powerful arms
Move me slowly to the beat of your drum
I’m yours

I’m lost
You find me and we weave a path into the night
Each twist and turn reminds me of your brawn
The way your hand graces the small of my back raises the hair at the nape of my neck
I’m thirsty for you

You feed me with your eyes
I feel your love pour through me as we bend
Your body sings the melody as
I respond with the harmony

We’re one
Grooving to the beat
I follow your pulsating rhythm
Back and forth, back and forth and back and forth
Sweetly moving until we’re completely intertwined
We dance

You lead
Guiding me to heights yet to be discovered
The moonlight caressing your body and kissing your face as you kiss mine
We cherish each note until the song fades
In the twilight we dance, silent and still