The Presidential Inaguration 2009

So few have the opportunity to witness such a historical event; and I thank GOD that I am one of those lucky people. Not only will I get to witness this history first hand, but I will get to witness the swearing in of the first African American President of the United States. Chosen by the American body. This is definitely going to be memory that I get to share with my children and I can not wait. I was hungry for the tickets so I got them. Never fall short of your true desire. Do whatever it takes, within reason, to do what you want and get where you want to be. Make your life meaningful. Life is never promised, so live day to day without fear and regret. I can not wait to return to tell you my experience, life from Washington, DC...Are you ready for it?

Poetry vs Reality

So the line or separation between poetry and reality isn't definite. It's ultimately what you make of it. I mean it's greater than humans; it's minute compared to government policies and procedures. The level of complexity is comprehensible by the average; I mean it's border line common sense. Poetry is transcribed to evoke feelings. Some truthful and some mythical but poetry nonetheless; always serving its purpose. If it's good.

I like to see words, live, think and be words. Getting to know them far beyond the bare minimum. I care what they mean to you. How you view them; if tears can really be stimulated by them, and if the verse you read is truly inspired by them. There is a huge difference between poetry that is written with words and poetry that is inspired by words. It's the placement and the meaning. Again the feeling you can take from it is totally different. Words and feelings, poetry in a nutshell. Reality and reason...living through stories we tell through verse. The difference between poetry and reality is special. The stories can be true; that's why the feelings overtake you. Just because its reality may not be true for the the writer doesn't mean it's not true for you, who which it was inspired. I see its effect on you and noted it. That's why you can easily relate to it. It's a better brand, maybe one step above generic, because it's comprehensible. Personally speaking poets poetically seek your connection. So I have probably confused you, but just like the evening news, poetry easily consumes you.

Corporate America

Well, at first it seems so hard to get into. You go to college to learn something new, only to find out that this thing you have devoted at least four years of your life to, has nothing to do with the job given to you. Pissed...you work your way up; acknowledging that the odds of you getting the pay your deserve for the degree you have earned is slim to none. There are circumstances where you catch the hook-up; which then turns out to be stressful because you have a great deal to live up to. But you do it. And despite what they think, or lip behind you; you are not token; your credibility is better than that of the average. You create the Shock factor. They don't know what to do; so they unwillingly accept you. Although they are making six figures in the lat 50s and 60s; they regretfully admit that you are subsequent. Except a few years shy of their careers. Then your promotions come without warning and they don't regret their decision because your focus and precision get narrower. You have tunnel vision. Focused on that million; because your family grew up eating bologna and Top Ramen,so you are determined to make a difference. You carry yourself in a way that has the wondering if your parents already had a million. It throws them off. You smile because your comfort kicks up a notch. You are successful in your own right. Promotions equal more money which indirectly means more responsibility. Cause success does not necessarily equal stress free. And your managers lessen. You are climbing...and you are glad you made it happen. Ten years later and you still are in your prime...SHINING! As you look back, you have to reach back and pull someone else in. Now it's time to step aside so they too can win. Aren't you glad you got in...Corporate America.

A Love Letter

So I didn't know where else to put it, so I blogged it. My last letter to him. My last letter to love because I give up on him. Even though I don't want to, I have to because love doesn't love me. Everything I thought love was, it wasn't. And this is almost like Sid's love letter to hip hop; the only difference is this, hip hop doesn't love me in return. Love is borderline pathetic, no I take that back, it is ridiculously pathetic. Like the thin line that stands between me and love when I cross it, I won't go back. But I stand in front of it weighing my options. And this post contradicts some of the others, but I am human also. My feelings waiver. No, I don't really want to give up on love, but it hurts so bad. The memories hurt because I can't live new ones everyday. I can't smile at him everyday.  He won't look at me like that everyday. With that sparkle that I know only I get, but I am nothing if he never admits it. I can't continue to hope for love, I just want it to one day chase me. Hound me until I give in, because I deserve it. I love love but he needs to work for it. So, I am here; tip toeing around my decision. Maybe you could help me out...Should I do it. Cross it and NEVER look back? HELL NO, I would be sad and deplorable; just like the line I drew, created, made up to validate my frustrations and anger. I hate this position. I want and need love. I want and need him. And one day love will chase me, hound me everyday until I give in. Until my fingers get tired of reflecting my thoughts of joy on this screen. I will succeed and love will love me; just like hip hop loved Sid, it may just take ten more years.


Brown Sugar, a Classic! My favorite movie by the way!

I Want To Give...

Just a little background history, before people think I am crazy, I came up with this poem in the shower. No paper, no pen, no laptop. I just happened to remember it, and typed it up to share with you. Hope you enjoy.


I almost want to give you more
I am a beast at this freestyle verse
I could stand in front of you
And wow you with this
This flow that is never broken
Until an applause is abundant
And I am so in love
I can’t stop
Can’t pause
Can’t let you go
My audience
I want to give you more
More of me
Of my time
My experience
My perception of reality
Its so real
You can’t help but to feel me
And that’s why I will never leave

I almost want to sleep on this stage
Breathe in the jazz
That sets the atmosphere
For truth speak
And its here
But I don’t need it
My verse is strong enough that I don’t need the antics
The song
The music
The theatrics
But its here
And you probably didn’t even hear it
Until I mentioned it

I almost want to give you
Eternity in rhyme
But I am going to end it
The longer I stay
The more you desire to live it
Feel it
Hear it
And the more I want to give it
So I must
Leave you with this
My heart
My life
I live like this
To speak
And give strength
To you
In my verse I love
And that’s all I can give
Marinate on it
Cause I am still going
And the applause is in you
So that means
That even though I don’t want to
Now
It’s time to leave you