Anyone had any trouble logging in blogger lately? Seems like every time I go to work or the library, google-connected sites never work for me.
Anyway, I made a wordpress blog some time ago. I haven't updated it since the intro post, but I definitely have some things that I want to get out into the open. It's been too damn long. Lately I've been more of a reader than a writer, which can have its perks.
http://lovecrescendo.wordpress.com
Add me, follow me, do what it takes to inspire me to move the masses again!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, November 30, 2009
My Hair Story.
Boycotting against the chemicals
20 weeks in
And I'm already waist deep in the struggle
Coexisting rivalries fighting for a savior
Everyone wants me to choose a side
Straight moral conformity vs. rebellious curly exotica
Thought I could hide behind flat irons
But I couldn't take the heat
Combs turned to fingers
To ease detangling growing pains
I'm trading in the sulfates and blow dryers
For butters and creams
In my sable S-curled dreams
That my family can't understand
I want to let the ignorance grow out.
And before I let the scissors take siege,
I want to know the real me.
20 weeks in
And I'm already waist deep in the struggle
Coexisting rivalries fighting for a savior
Everyone wants me to choose a side
Straight moral conformity vs. rebellious curly exotica
Thought I could hide behind flat irons
But I couldn't take the heat
Combs turned to fingers
To ease detangling growing pains
I'm trading in the sulfates and blow dryers
For butters and creams
In my sable S-curled dreams
That my family can't understand
I want to let the ignorance grow out.
And before I let the scissors take siege,
I want to know the real me.
What She(a) Did for Me.
Yes, I am convinced that shea butter would be a woman in human form because it's smooth, soft, and there is no hardness when she's resting against my skin.
I probably saw raw shea butter for the first time when my friend let me use some about a year ago. It smelled odd to me and made my hands shiny. I've probably had my $6 16 oz. tub for about a month now and I feel like it's one of the best investments I've ever made in my life. Here's why:
1. A little bit goes a long way. Cliche, but true. Seriously, I probably need my single fingerprint span for my hair and hands (respectively). Perhaps a little more for my feet though.
2. It lasts forever (in a day). No reapplying multiple times a day like lotion. Matter of fact, I'm never using lotion again (at least from the neck down).
3. Great for multitasking. You can use it on your hair, skin, and nails! Mix it with some oils and you get a bomb moisturizer. Melt it and use it in your deep conditioners. Apply it to a burn or a dark spot every day and it goes away. I guess the only thing you can't do is eat it.
Once I'm rich, I'll be buying in bulk.
For those who are looking for something more natural for their hair and skin, I highly recommend her. She will not let you down.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Some thoughts. (copy-paste style)
One of my friends asked me to help him for a thesis project, so I decided to share his questions and my thoughts here. Do with them as you wish.
1. What is your personal attitude towards homosexuality? Do you feel as though because this lifestyle is your preference, there are negative connotations with it?
2. As a minority, do you feel underrepresented in your community?
3. With so many opposing stances on homosexuality, how do you view religion?
4. Do you feel as though gender has a role towards the treatment in those that partake in this lifestyle? Are there any differences between gays and lesbians?
5. How has being homosexual affected you in general? What is the positive and negative impacts homosexuality has had on your life?
6. What has influenced you to be who you are? Has a figurehead contributed to your perception or is it because you feel comfortable with who you already are?
1. I've always been open to homosexuality even when I considered myself to be straight. I believe there are positives and negatives with any choice one makes. However, homosexuality is looked down upon by a great majority of people. I feel there's nothing wrong with it personally, and not just because it's my preference.
2. Very much so, but I've met a lot of LGBT's in college. I feel that there's quite a bit of support, even though HU is a conservative university. It's hard to be represented when there aren't a lot of popular role models/celebs that everyone can look up to. The white community has Ellen Degeneres and Perez Hilton (I know there's more lol). It seems like all the black celebs are mostly assumed because none of them officially came out (Queen Latifah, MC Lyte, Missy Elliot, Tyler Perry). Wanda Sykes comes to mind, but she was pretty low-key in her announcement. Also, I've noticed that she doesn't really talk about it in her stand-up, as she knows the topic is looked down upon.
3. I still feel like gays can practice any religion they want, as I believe that God does not judge. Unfortunately, religion plays a dominant role in homophobia, especially in the black church community. I know some who are still Christians, and others who may be in between or may not believe in anything at all. As for me, as long as preachers don't bring up any homophobia at my church, then I'm good. There's a lot of hypocrisy, but there are those who go beyond it and find a true relationship with a higher power.
4. Definitely. There's a double standard when it comes gay/bi/transgendered men and lesbian/bi/transgendered women. We see guys getting off on girls kissing just for fun, while two males kissing is disgusting to most people. I feel that males have it worse, especially those who act feminine. Men are taught to be strong and to look a certain way. Lesbian relationships are sometimes looked at as not being that serious (the "falling in love with your best friend" syndrome, college experimentation phase, etc).
5. It's made me realize that there is more to life than the standard (marrying a nice man, having children, etc). It's not a choice. It's a matter of what makes you happy. The positive is that I have met so many amazing people who fall under the category. Another positive is that the majority of my straight friends accept me as I am. The negative part is that I'm somewhat closeted to my parents. In a sense, I feel like it is none of their business and they can't dictate that aspect of my life. Another negative is that it's disappointing that other people that I may come across may never accept it, but that comes with the lifestyle.
6. I've always been an advocate for self-love. I never hated myself for these attractions. It had always been inside of me, but acquiring a group of LGBT friends sort of gave me the push into the lifestyle. It felt odd at first, but I accepted it. Regardless, my sexuality doesn't completely define me. I'm African-American, a woman, a student, a daughter, etc.
1. What is your personal attitude towards homosexuality? Do you feel as though because this lifestyle is your preference, there are negative connotations with it?
2. As a minority, do you feel underrepresented in your community?
3. With so many opposing stances on homosexuality, how do you view religion?
4. Do you feel as though gender has a role towards the treatment in those that partake in this lifestyle? Are there any differences between gays and lesbians?
5. How has being homosexual affected you in general? What is the positive and negative impacts homosexuality has had on your life?
6. What has influenced you to be who you are? Has a figurehead contributed to your perception or is it because you feel comfortable with who you already are?
1. I've always been open to homosexuality even when I considered myself to be straight. I believe there are positives and negatives with any choice one makes. However, homosexuality is looked down upon by a great majority of people. I feel there's nothing wrong with it personally, and not just because it's my preference.
2. Very much so, but I've met a lot of LGBT's in college. I feel that there's quite a bit of support, even though HU is a conservative university. It's hard to be represented when there aren't a lot of popular role models/celebs that everyone can look up to. The white community has Ellen Degeneres and Perez Hilton (I know there's more lol). It seems like all the black celebs are mostly assumed because none of them officially came out (Queen Latifah, MC Lyte, Missy Elliot, Tyler Perry). Wanda Sykes comes to mind, but she was pretty low-key in her announcement. Also, I've noticed that she doesn't really talk about it in her stand-up, as she knows the topic is looked down upon.
3. I still feel like gays can practice any religion they want, as I believe that God does not judge. Unfortunately, religion plays a dominant role in homophobia, especially in the black church community. I know some who are still Christians, and others who may be in between or may not believe in anything at all. As for me, as long as preachers don't bring up any homophobia at my church, then I'm good. There's a lot of hypocrisy, but there are those who go beyond it and find a true relationship with a higher power.
4. Definitely. There's a double standard when it comes gay/bi/transgendered men and lesbian/bi/transgendered women. We see guys getting off on girls kissing just for fun, while two males kissing is disgusting to most people. I feel that males have it worse, especially those who act feminine. Men are taught to be strong and to look a certain way. Lesbian relationships are sometimes looked at as not being that serious (the "falling in love with your best friend" syndrome, college experimentation phase, etc).
5. It's made me realize that there is more to life than the standard (marrying a nice man, having children, etc). It's not a choice. It's a matter of what makes you happy. The positive is that I have met so many amazing people who fall under the category. Another positive is that the majority of my straight friends accept me as I am. The negative part is that I'm somewhat closeted to my parents. In a sense, I feel like it is none of their business and they can't dictate that aspect of my life. Another negative is that it's disappointing that other people that I may come across may never accept it, but that comes with the lifestyle.
6. I've always been an advocate for self-love. I never hated myself for these attractions. It had always been inside of me, but acquiring a group of LGBT friends sort of gave me the push into the lifestyle. It felt odd at first, but I accepted it. Regardless, my sexuality doesn't completely define me. I'm African-American, a woman, a student, a daughter, etc.
Monday, October 19, 2009
My life in a few sentences.
Fell in love with a boy. Yes, a boy. Cutest thing I've ever seen.
Problem: He's taken and leaving for the Navy soon.
Solution: We fill our work shifts with craziness and laughter. And we'll be pen pals after he leaves.
Still carless, but that should be changing soon. In the meantime, my social life is pretty much nonexistent.
I'm glad I still have a job during the school year (first time doing so), but most of my earnings are going to go towards said car and college stuff.
I feel like I've retired from writing poetry. I don't have those overflowing inspirations as much anymore. Hmm.
The end (for now).
Problem: He's taken and leaving for the Navy soon.
Solution: We fill our work shifts with craziness and laughter. And we'll be pen pals after he leaves.
Still carless, but that should be changing soon. In the meantime, my social life is pretty much nonexistent.
I'm glad I still have a job during the school year (first time doing so), but most of my earnings are going to go towards said car and college stuff.
I feel like I've retired from writing poetry. I don't have those overflowing inspirations as much anymore. Hmm.
The end (for now).
Inside Joke.
I want to complete you
Like sentences dying to be written
Phrase your words carefully
So I can fit your punch lines
Just right
Create our own language
(Inside private thoughts)
Outside typical vernacular
Tongue tricks trip the typical
Turning laughter into love:
The perfect translation.
Like sentences dying to be written
Phrase your words carefully
So I can fit your punch lines
Just right
Create our own language
(Inside private thoughts)
Outside typical vernacular
Tongue tricks trip the typical
Turning laughter into love:
The perfect translation.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Sleepwalk.
First step
I'm touching consciousness
As deep sleep meets stumbling feet
Dreaming with closed eyes
Yet perceiving with fingertips
Nourished by our synchronized laughter
You accept my advances
In exchange for my half-lidded embarrassment
Entranced by our broken lullaby
Second step
Hits my surface like lightning
With the tingle of our potential
Penetrating my rod bones
Trip
Back into bed
Static clings to my clothes
Sheets tangled in intricate designs
Begging for something more
Rise
Determined to have you
Catching up to the steps I want to take
Walking turns into flying
Without the dream world
Feeling the air swept up in my skin
The cool turns into warmth
A front I'll never forget
Under you
My back bounces against the surface
I wake
With outstretched fingers and numb toes
Following wishes hardly obtained
Might as well go back to sleep...
I'm touching consciousness
As deep sleep meets stumbling feet
Dreaming with closed eyes
Yet perceiving with fingertips
Nourished by our synchronized laughter
You accept my advances
In exchange for my half-lidded embarrassment
Entranced by our broken lullaby
Second step
Hits my surface like lightning
With the tingle of our potential
Penetrating my rod bones
Trip
Back into bed
Static clings to my clothes
Sheets tangled in intricate designs
Begging for something more
Rise
Determined to have you
Catching up to the steps I want to take
Walking turns into flying
Without the dream world
Feeling the air swept up in my skin
The cool turns into warmth
A front I'll never forget
Under you
My back bounces against the surface
I wake
With outstretched fingers and numb toes
Following wishes hardly obtained
Might as well go back to sleep...
Against the Odds.
Shuffle the deck
Let's even our chances
(I already know I'm winning)
You don't even look
However,
I keep my cards in check.
I don't wanna throw my ace in any hole.
I want my hand
To play the keys on your heart
Bluff until my eyes give me away
Forget the deck
And deal
With me.
Challenge my chances
Until luck fades
And love runs out
With nothing more to bet
Than a well-played heart.
Let's even our chances
(I already know I'm winning)
You don't even look
However,
I keep my cards in check.
I don't wanna throw my ace in any hole.
I want my hand
To play the keys on your heart
Bluff until my eyes give me away
Forget the deck
And deal
With me.
Challenge my chances
Until luck fades
And love runs out
With nothing more to bet
Than a well-played heart.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Beauty of Nature. (condensed 15 min library version)
I have a confession to make...
I love hair.
I mean, I always have...well, permed hair I guess at first. Now I've decided that I really want to know my true roots. I haven't had a relaxer since June and hopefully I will never get one again. I want to renew what I have lost from all those chemicals. I used to have thick and long hair back in high school and I don't believe I appreciated it for what it was, hence the gels and sprays and grease that led to my eventual downfall.
Hair is somewhat equivalent to pride. It builds confidence, gives one compliments, etc. And that doesn't apply to solely the straightened texture. I've realized that natural hair is beautiful (and I can't stop touching my own).
I stopped blow drying my hair back in March. I'd rather lose hair the natural way. I don't own a decent flat iron, so I embrace the mini fro I have on the front of my head.
I hope to do a big chop by the end of the year or whenever I feel comfortable with getting rid of my straight hair.
People want to say that natural hair is harder to handle, but there are plenty of amazing blogs with hair tips and the like, so I'm ready. I'm not one to do much with my hair styling wise, but I want to broaden my horizons.
Maybe I'll start a hair blog of my own...*shrug*
For now, I just want to know the truth...without the creamy crack.
I love hair.
I mean, I always have...well, permed hair I guess at first. Now I've decided that I really want to know my true roots. I haven't had a relaxer since June and hopefully I will never get one again. I want to renew what I have lost from all those chemicals. I used to have thick and long hair back in high school and I don't believe I appreciated it for what it was, hence the gels and sprays and grease that led to my eventual downfall.
Hair is somewhat equivalent to pride. It builds confidence, gives one compliments, etc. And that doesn't apply to solely the straightened texture. I've realized that natural hair is beautiful (and I can't stop touching my own).
I stopped blow drying my hair back in March. I'd rather lose hair the natural way. I don't own a decent flat iron, so I embrace the mini fro I have on the front of my head.
I hope to do a big chop by the end of the year or whenever I feel comfortable with getting rid of my straight hair.
People want to say that natural hair is harder to handle, but there are plenty of amazing blogs with hair tips and the like, so I'm ready. I'm not one to do much with my hair styling wise, but I want to broaden my horizons.
Maybe I'll start a hair blog of my own...*shrug*
For now, I just want to know the truth...without the creamy crack.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
My first blog feature!
Check it out!
http://www.1081creations.com/2009/08/cuffed-by-curiouslovechild.html
It also features music and the like.
http://www.1081creations.com/2009/08/cuffed-by-curiouslovechild.html
It also features music and the like.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Cuffed.
I've never been in handcuffs
But I could feel the cold metal in my dreams:
You on top of me
Each wrist linked
To the other
While the public chanted of our love
A mockery of marriage
A bondage of adoration
That supposedly goes beyond the silver imprints
Past the gold on my ring finger
Pressing into veins
Leaving vulnerable skin underneath
Wet and useless:
A bronze reality
Melted together
To form a union
Less than pure.
And God only sees you
For the wrong you do
Between the clicking cuffs
You don’t think of me
Consistently
Even as I lay over you
Sharing blood beating
Stainless steel
I refuse to appreciate
Your mental freedom
My lack of control sends spasms
Down ring fingers
Leading to tips that can’t touch you
Like I used to
Our friction creating fractioned hearts
In an imprisoned dreamland
Our togetherness creating a distance
Only heartstrings apart.
But I could feel the cold metal in my dreams:
You on top of me
Each wrist linked
To the other
While the public chanted of our love
A mockery of marriage
A bondage of adoration
That supposedly goes beyond the silver imprints
Past the gold on my ring finger
Pressing into veins
Leaving vulnerable skin underneath
Wet and useless:
A bronze reality
Melted together
To form a union
Less than pure.
And God only sees you
For the wrong you do
Between the clicking cuffs
You don’t think of me
Consistently
Even as I lay over you
Sharing blood beating
Stainless steel
I refuse to appreciate
Your mental freedom
My lack of control sends spasms
Down ring fingers
Leading to tips that can’t touch you
Like I used to
Our friction creating fractioned hearts
In an imprisoned dreamland
Our togetherness creating a distance
Only heartstrings apart.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Overflow: random stream of consciousness thing.
How much will it take for me to overflow? It's enough to make me wonder of what you have to offer. Your talents may be a close match, but will you tend to other habits? With me, you could be lucky, but my conscience may compromise my emotions. I may shiver with the thought of you in summer, but my feet are covered and my heart is used to the temperature. Spike the mercury to your liking, but my heart has had it all. Maybe not you…but maybe it'll be the same. Difference being you dying for attention while I live for space. There is no chase. We sort of fell into each other's existence and thrived. The sun blinds our eyes as we beg for rain to stick to our lips. Moist kisses in bathroom stalls bring us back to the reality of lust.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I'm not a big fan of repetition, but...
Here's one of the poems I did for my project. This is my Black Arts movement poem.
Mr. Man
Tell me when to breathe
And I will learn your beat,
Mr. Man.
I can dance right on your heels
If need be,
Mr. Man.
The crowd must love the chase
Eyes run from you to me,
Me and Mr. Man.
How do they feel,
Mr. Man?
Do they feel sorry for me,
Or do they see my dark skin and laugh,
Mr. Man?
This is my only work.
I have no rights,
Mr. Man
So I speak through my feet
To lift my spirit
No one can take it
Even if you are a Mr.
Master...
I am still a man.
Tell me when to breathe
And I will learn your beat,
Mr. Man.
I can dance right on your heels
If need be,
Mr. Man.
The crowd must love the chase
Eyes run from you to me,
Me and Mr. Man.
How do they feel,
Mr. Man?
Do they feel sorry for me,
Or do they see my dark skin and laugh,
Mr. Man?
This is my only work.
I have no rights,
Mr. Man
So I speak through my feet
To lift my spirit
No one can take it
Even if you are a Mr.
Master...
I am still a man.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Man of the Year (or survey really): Van Hunt
I love this man:
So I will give this a shot!
Instructions: Using only song titles from ONE ARTIST OR BAND, answer these questions. Pass it on to 12 people and include me. You can't use the artist or band I used. Do not repeat a song title. Repost as "My Life According to (ARTIST OR BAND NAME) I was tagged by the lovely Knobody.
Are you a male or female?: Being a Girl
Describe yourself: Daredevil Baby
How do you feel: Hole in my Heart
Describe where you currently live: In the Southern Shade
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Break Down Ur Door
Your favorite form of transportation: Ride, Ride, Ride
Your best friend is: Her Smile
Your favorite color is: Blood from a Heart of Stone
What's the weather like: Who Will Love me in Winter
Favorite time of the day: Seconds of Pleasure
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Hidden Charm
What is life to you: Mean Sleep
Your relationships: The Lowest 1 of My Desires
Your fear: Come Tomorrow
What is the best advice you have to give: There's Never a G'Time to Say Goodbye
If you could change your name, you would change it to: Precious
Thought for the Day: What Can I Say
How I would like to die: At the End of a Slow Dance
My soul's present condition: Down Here in Hell (With You)
My Motto: Anything to Get Your Attention ;)
Tags: Ziggy, Riva, Hairlicious, Dorinae, Altamese, Carrie, True_Sanctuary, Brooklyn, LittleMissKnobody, Alex Devonce, Shannon, anyone else who wants to do it!
So I will give this a shot!
Instructions: Using only song titles from ONE ARTIST OR BAND, answer these questions. Pass it on to 12 people and include me. You can't use the artist or band I used. Do not repeat a song title. Repost as "My Life According to (ARTIST OR BAND NAME) I was tagged by the lovely Knobody.
Are you a male or female?: Being a Girl
Describe yourself: Daredevil Baby
How do you feel: Hole in my Heart
Describe where you currently live: In the Southern Shade
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Break Down Ur Door
Your favorite form of transportation: Ride, Ride, Ride
Your best friend is: Her Smile
Your favorite color is: Blood from a Heart of Stone
What's the weather like: Who Will Love me in Winter
Favorite time of the day: Seconds of Pleasure
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Hidden Charm
What is life to you: Mean Sleep
Your relationships: The Lowest 1 of My Desires
Your fear: Come Tomorrow
What is the best advice you have to give: There's Never a G'Time to Say Goodbye
If you could change your name, you would change it to: Precious
Thought for the Day: What Can I Say
How I would like to die: At the End of a Slow Dance
My soul's present condition: Down Here in Hell (With You)
My Motto: Anything to Get Your Attention ;)
Tags: Ziggy, Riva, Hairlicious, Dorinae, Altamese, Carrie, True_Sanctuary, Brooklyn, LittleMissKnobody, Alex Devonce, Shannon, anyone else who wants to do it!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
21.
So my 21st birthday occured on Friday. I went to class, then my sis and I went and ran some errands. Some relatives came over (basic tradition of telling stories about the days me and my siblings were born and eating cake) and birthday money trumped the shit paycheck I'm getting at the end of the month. Then my bestie picked me and my sis up and met some of our friends at Applebee's.
My friend Michelle and her boyfriend got there before us. The DeAnna sauntered in maybe 20-30 minutes after. Then Ebony and Rebecca got there extra late, but it was okay because by then I had a couple of drinks in me. And now I will tell the rest of the story via complimenting pictures:
First drink - Hurricane
Second drink - Pomegranate Martini...loved it!
Third Drink - White Peach Sangria...that was pretty good too.
I did this a lot at the table...signature laugh face.
Fourth drink - Mango Margarita...it was okay.
Not as many people came as I thought...damn Facebook events. It was still fun though.
One of my friends decided to be generous enough to buy me a shot and a half of Patron..nastay.
My method of masking the taste.
Which one of us is tipsy? You'll never know...
Shannon wrapped my present in newspaper...can we say trife?
This is my favorite pic...second to the lime pic.
There are more, but you get the gist. For my Facebook friends, there's a lot more pics up there.
Some of these are cut off...just click on the pic to see the rest.
My friend Michelle and her boyfriend got there before us. The DeAnna sauntered in maybe 20-30 minutes after. Then Ebony and Rebecca got there extra late, but it was okay because by then I had a couple of drinks in me. And now I will tell the rest of the story via complimenting pictures:
First drink - Hurricane
Second drink - Pomegranate Martini...loved it!
Third Drink - White Peach Sangria...that was pretty good too.
I did this a lot at the table...signature laugh face.
Fourth drink - Mango Margarita...it was okay.
Not as many people came as I thought...damn Facebook events. It was still fun though.
One of my friends decided to be generous enough to buy me a shot and a half of Patron..nastay.
My method of masking the taste.
Which one of us is tipsy? You'll never know...
Shannon wrapped my present in newspaper...can we say trife?
This is my favorite pic...second to the lime pic.
There are more, but you get the gist. For my Facebook friends, there's a lot more pics up there.
Some of these are cut off...just click on the pic to see the rest.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Hair discovery!
So today I prepoo'd by rubbing my oil mix of castor, olive, and coconut into my scalp and then putting Silk Elements Olive Condish on my hair. I decided to try heat since I was in a hurry. I put my hair in three twists, baggy'd (shower cap), and used my blow dryer. After about 15-20 minutes, I took the twists out and my hair looked extra wavy. Like so:
I like it because it looks wet, but it's not wet.
I think I will try this right before I go to my birthday dinner tomorrow. I'll just put less conditioner in it since I washed my hair already.
Opinions?
I like it because it looks wet, but it's not wet.
I think I will try this right before I go to my birthday dinner tomorrow. I'll just put less conditioner in it since I washed my hair already.
Opinions?
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Definition of Bravery.
I did a little tree chart thingy (courtesy of Rivaflowz) and this is what I came up with:
Bravery
Fight
Love
Carry
Secrets
Passion
Heavy
Hands
Speak
Hearts
Scream
Silence
As I wrote these words, I thought of the connections and came up with this:
One who will fight
For love and
Carry
Its secrets of
Passion
Heavy
In hands
That speak in place of
Hearts
Screaming in
Silence.
Thoughts?
Bravery
Fight
Love
Carry
Secrets
Passion
Heavy
Hands
Speak
Hearts
Scream
Silence
As I wrote these words, I thought of the connections and came up with this:
One who will fight
For love and
Carry
Its secrets of
Passion
Heavy
In hands
That speak in place of
Hearts
Screaming in
Silence.
Thoughts?
Monday, July 13, 2009
Life is a (hopefully) gradual process.
Hey all. For those who don't follow me on Twitter, I guess I gotta update for y'all every once in a while.
I'm about halfway through my second summer class and it's pretty fun. I feel like going to an HBCU and taking classes such as African-American Lit really opened me up to some viewpoints I never really saw as a girl living in Hickory. Poetry-wise, I'm focusing my whole individual project on imitating/being inspired by different time periods. We went around the room and talked about our projects, and my teacher suggested that I study all the forms, for example, if I did slavery, I do a confessional of sorts. It fits too because I'm currently reading Hottentot Venus, which is all about slavery.
I've been way too lazy in between all these classes. I need to read the bare minimum for this class plus read for Thesis in the fall. I also probably need to do some extra reading.
Anyway, I'm at work (boring as hell) and I need to get ready to close this place up.
Any twitterheads should follow me. Name's curiousluvchild . Duh.
I'm about halfway through my second summer class and it's pretty fun. I feel like going to an HBCU and taking classes such as African-American Lit really opened me up to some viewpoints I never really saw as a girl living in Hickory. Poetry-wise, I'm focusing my whole individual project on imitating/being inspired by different time periods. We went around the room and talked about our projects, and my teacher suggested that I study all the forms, for example, if I did slavery, I do a confessional of sorts. It fits too because I'm currently reading Hottentot Venus, which is all about slavery.
I've been way too lazy in between all these classes. I need to read the bare minimum for this class plus read for Thesis in the fall. I also probably need to do some extra reading.
Anyway, I'm at work (boring as hell) and I need to get ready to close this place up.
Any twitterheads should follow me. Name's curiousluvchild . Duh.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Intimacy. (Part 1?)
You confine me
In a place fit for maximum security
A holding cell made with your hands
Picking locks of hair with your fingertips
My body slowly leaning forward and
All it took was your lingering
Breaths on my neck
Leading me to
Spilling sanity into your psyche
A mess of my past
Mingling with this and trying that
Dripping from your ears
While the rest absorbs into memory banks
Refusing to cash my thoughts
To spend on toxic gossip
The only whispers lie
Between us
You
Who taught me that
Intimacy isn't a surface thing.
In a place fit for maximum security
A holding cell made with your hands
Picking locks of hair with your fingertips
My body slowly leaning forward and
All it took was your lingering
Breaths on my neck
Leading me to
Spilling sanity into your psyche
A mess of my past
Mingling with this and trying that
Dripping from your ears
While the rest absorbs into memory banks
Refusing to cash my thoughts
To spend on toxic gossip
The only whispers lie
Between us
You
Who taught me that
Intimacy isn't a surface thing.
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