I went to class yesterday and I was ready, I was ready to learn some good shit. Until the question is announced, has anyone ever made fun of the way you speak. I was frozen because one girl tells her story of a hair tie being called a hair pull. I was basically like what the hell is this. I was in the fucking Twilight Zone. How could they? I somehow ended up in a class full of people that have these basic life moments that they really want to share but do not amount up to any

2,722 notes I think I am a writer and I have a story to tell that I have not told yet. I am a writer and I am crying as I write this because I have so much to write about. I want to burst at the seams with words. I know I am a writer it is all I think about and it wakes me up like a bad dream in a good essence. I think I am a creator of something great that has not been able to fester or steep itself into a fine wine. I feel I am a writer of words full of black magic that beh

I heard “I… feel good about Candy” playing hard and loud through a cassette tape on the big black radio. It sat there most of the summer with no sound because it only ran on batteries and batteries are expensive, When it did play Spin-a-fella Dana Dane, L.L., and Run DMC boomed loud through the silver speakers. I learned words from the rap but I learned that boys like girls from the R&B of Lisa Lisa and Cult Jams “All Cried Out”. I tried my voice at these words but it could n

My son is a prince He speaks a language of care, consideration, and confidence He stands up for what he believes He reacts to life as it is given to him He brings this joy that is unable to be controlled He cares for living things He speaks to broaden my cynicism I enjoy the world through his eyes He knows how to protect and give back He grows…so softly He makes…quiet noises He laughs…so good He is mine My son is a prince He is my gift of greatness That life has allowed me to

To be naked makes me realize that when I feel nervous and feverish, I am at my best but at my worst because the anxiety has set in and I am moving and creating. I feel like Stephen Spielberg…but without his face, ha. Only with his emotion. My mind moves fast and flashes through stories that make me feel ashamed to be called a friend, a sister, or even an enemy. I become afraid of me and I do not want to add these ideas to the world, but much like Terry McMillian, Ntozake Shan

Stop trying to relate Today I had the pleasure again of making an acquaintance with a white woman who wanted to state that she can relate to issues of race because she was fat and old. I don’t know if she has had the chance to be smaller or healthier, but I do know that she has had the chance to be white in a white space and not have to think about anything that comes out of her mouth towards others because she herself continued to try to make point after point to relate to b

What happened? I am here and beyond myself because I have tried to gain momentum of what I have given in abundance to the world. In times of seeking truth for myself, I have found that the truth has blurred lines and humble beginnings. I begin to question each part of what I know to be true and re-engineer who I am based on the day, the mood, the hour.

Yesterday one of my stories changed. It was awkward, unsatisfying, intriguing, and self-loving. I wanted to dance and be happy. I wanted to celebrate as I looked at a bride and her husband stood in a scenic garden surrounded by God’s greens. They took an oath to honor each other. The privacy of their words not spoken to us but to each other, their tickled faces and gentle touches, it was wonderful and heroic and humorous. So as the story goes one of my own stories changed, wi

To be afraid If I told you that I could love you and you said that same to me, the words would bring me to a halt and I would stand there frozen until you moved closer to love me authentically. If I told you that I would be there through it all, I don’t mean cheat and think that I would be there. I mean really know that if you got sick, I would take you to the hospital. I would run you bath water and I would hum you a song. Being there through it all does not include cheating

I want a house built by me and I want a garden that was planted by me and some people that enjoy gardening. I want a dog, some chickens, a coati, a goat, a pony, and a turtle. I want a business that is successful and I want to travel at least 7 times a year all over the world. I want to be a writer and an author. I want to work on a show and develop a character that is much like me or some other person I may know. I can act but I don’t want to. I can design sets and listen to