Handle with Care

I've been torn apart so many times
the healing hurts
but it is refreshing
it helps me put things into perspective
for the "next" time
because there is always a "next" time

The Finish Line II

I'm so very excited to be posting my very first "guest" post (Does this mean I'm popular??)!!! It comes from my sistah from another mother, SOULSISTA! She is a mother, sistah, friend, and all around great person. I am so privileged to have her want to share her amazing skills on my "lil ol blog." I'm trying to talk her into submitting a weekly guest post (fingers-crossed). When she read my earlier post, The Finish Line, she said she had the sequel....enjoy!



Standing at the line
calling for you but there is no answer
You were visible but now I can't see you
Was it something I did?
What happen to us?
Your kisses, your sweet touch made me feel like
yours forever
I can't say it don't hurt
when I can't see, hear, or smell you
I can't be on the sideline cheering for you
with you waving to the crowd and signing autographs.
"That ain't me"
I'm at the point of no return
what you do from here on out no longer concerns
me
We are" friends"
your word not mine
10-6-09.

The Finish Line

here we are at the finish line
everytime we make it here
I panic
and tug with all my might at the
back of your shirt
but this time
you ran across got away
I stood beckoning for you to come back
but I knew that once you crossed
it was no coming back
you went on to the point of no return
so I followed
walking slowly head down
as I reminisce
I can not tell where we began
which makes me think
maybe I imagined it all
no because there was a
genuineness to your smile
there was warmth in your embrace
tenderness in your touch
yet you were
detached
yes that was your exact word
detached

My Name is NOT Polly...

“The loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room.” –American Gangster

The actions of Kanye West at the VMAs toward Taylor Swift were appalling and uncalled for to say the very least. In this post, I am not condoning his actions in any way, shape, or form. No matter what one blames it on (the alcohol?) it was, stupid. I just happened to have turned to the VMAs minutes before this episode ensued so I saw it from the beginning. As Taylor stood, along with the rest of the world, in awe in the back of my mind the small revolutionary voice within said, “The racist jackals will have a feeding frenzy.” It was correct. I hate not to have brought into this post-racism era and be the ever finger pointing pessimist at the racist cancer that has plagued America since it was discovered by Europeans. Oh well, I simply have a “calling” what can I say.

I have read several reports today on how people have taken their frustration for Kanye’s outburst to various social media outlets (Womanist Musings Jack & Jill Politics). This frustration comes from Blacks and Whites alike with some Latinos and Asians sprinkled in here and there I’m only sure. That’s fine. In America we have this little right called Free Speech. Some of these folks have taken this opportunity to let their little racist lights shine. There seems to be a flood of the use of the word “nigger” in regards to Mr. West. I wanted to be furious but I just let out a little “sigh.” The word “nigger” does not move me one teeny bit. Regardless, if it comes from white people who are trying to be malicious or Black people who use the term regularly. It is just a word to me.

When racist white people get a chance to use the word “nigger” it makes them feel empowered especially when they get a defensive reaction from their victim. I refuse to let anyone have that much power over me with one word. With the extensive vocabulary that we have as a civilized people, I am only sure there are numerous terms that could have been used to express their dislike of Kanye’s actions. For closet, coward racists that are hiding behind their avatars on the social media sites, get your shine on while sitting behind your computer. You have no heart. I have more respect for the skin heads and the sheet wearers.

Let me close with this disclaimer because I don’t want to be misunderstood nor does anyone need to try and test my “gangsta”. The word nigga does not move me but the motive behind someone addressing me as such does. For those with the wrong motives be warned that the little muscle known as the tongue can turn into a machete if used correctly. There is a way of delivering the facts with out cursing, getting loud, or resorting to derogatory words that has a lasting effect.

“When white folks get so comfortable around you where they can speak freely in the negative sense you are merely their Mascot, along the lines of a pet canary.”
-Malcolm X

Confession

**hangs head in shame**

...my locing journey has ended...mainly because I follow too many natural hair blogs...which in turn gives me so much fro envy(le coil)!

RIP Dominick Dunne

RIP Senator Edward M. Kennedy

Photo by Pete Souza

Iimani David

2 out of 5 stars

This was my first time reading a novel written in this form (impressionism). This book was strange to say the very least. Overall, the book gives the reader a very "eerie" feeling. Initially, the strangeness of it made me eager to continue reading. I wanted grasp something concrete to hold on to but I never made it to that point.

Chapter 7, Suicide, was the most intense and confusing. I did like how the author infused his political ideas into Chapter 4. Maybe the reason I could not connect with this book is because I have never read this type of fiction before. I simply could not relate to this writing style. The intensity of Chapter 21 is heart wrenching. In that chapter, Jodi Rhodes (main character), gives background of being a child that was produced when his mother was raped by a Catholic priest. Rhodes refers to himself as a "hate child" whose mother never called him "son." That subject matter alone is enough to read the book. The book is really about the mental life of the characters and you must follow closely.