Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
If *inspired by Miya Nashonne*
If I were a month, I'd be December
If I were a day, I'd be Sunday - Sundays aint easy like they say
If I were a time of the day, I'd be 7 PM
If I were a planet, I'd be Mars
If I were a sea animal, I'd be a hermit crab
If I were a direction, I'd be nowhere
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a Queen sized bed with 7 people on it
If I were a liquid, I'd be Chocolate Soy Milk
If I were a gemstone, I'd be a Jade
If I were a tree, I'd be a peach tree - James and the GIANT peach tree
If I were a tool, I'd be a hammer
If I were a flower, I'd be a White Orchid
If I were a kind of weather, I too would be summer rain
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a violen or a mouth
If I were a color, I'd be a royal blue or a fuzzy peach -- perhaps even black
If I were an emotion I'd be jealous
If I were a fruit, I'd be a grapefruit
If I were a sound, I'd be the note that you never heard from Otis Redding while he was singin' in the shower..
I'd be an infants cry
If I were an element I'd be poetry
If I were a car, I'd be a yellow punch buggy
If I were a food, I'd be flavorless tofu
If I were a place, I'd be here
If I were a material, I'd be cheap silk
If I were a taste, I'd be sweet at first with a bitter aftertaste
If I were a scent, I'd be Morrocan oils mixed with sex
If I were an object, I'd be a boat
If I were a body part, I'd be a breast
If I were a facial expression, I'd be concerned
If I were a song, I'd be any of Priscilla Ahn's songs
If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be anything without a heel..Dr Martin..yeah, Dr Martins..
If I were a day, I'd be Sunday - Sundays aint easy like they say
If I were a time of the day, I'd be 7 PM
If I were a planet, I'd be Mars
If I were a sea animal, I'd be a hermit crab
If I were a direction, I'd be nowhere
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a Queen sized bed with 7 people on it
If I were a liquid, I'd be Chocolate Soy Milk
If I were a gemstone, I'd be a Jade
If I were a tree, I'd be a peach tree - James and the GIANT peach tree
If I were a tool, I'd be a hammer
If I were a flower, I'd be a White Orchid
If I were a kind of weather, I too would be summer rain
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a violen or a mouth
If I were a color, I'd be a royal blue or a fuzzy peach -- perhaps even black
If I were an emotion I'd be jealous
If I were a fruit, I'd be a grapefruit
If I were a sound, I'd be the note that you never heard from Otis Redding while he was singin' in the shower..
I'd be an infants cry
If I were an element I'd be poetry
If I were a car, I'd be a yellow punch buggy
If I were a food, I'd be flavorless tofu
If I were a place, I'd be here
If I were a material, I'd be cheap silk
If I were a taste, I'd be sweet at first with a bitter aftertaste
If I were a scent, I'd be Morrocan oils mixed with sex
If I were an object, I'd be a boat
If I were a body part, I'd be a breast
If I were a facial expression, I'd be concerned
If I were a song, I'd be any of Priscilla Ahn's songs
If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be anything without a heel..Dr Martin..yeah, Dr Martins..
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
My Life Has Turned Into A Big Ball of Depression and Cats Overnight
I hate it when doctors diagnose people with all types of shit..Just because they find a new disease everyday..It's like everyone has a disease..You blink too much, you have blinkitis..You flirt too much you have low self-esteem and that's your way of building it up..Everyone is familiar with niggeritis..Like HOW offense is that fake ass illneess? You eat and then you instantly become sleepy..Who the fuck came up with this bullshit? You drink too much you're an alcoholic..You watch TV every night before bed you're addicted to TV..The shit never ends.Life is just a big fucking label..you know? Anywhoo, back to MY life. I'd like to think that I think too hard..Too critical about everything. I think about death WAY too much..I guess it's because I'm getting older..Birthdays aren't birthdays anymore..They aren't happy and I don't get balloons. I could give a fuck 'less about the presents..It's more like, "Damnit. I'm 20 now..Next year I'll be 21..That's a year closer to death" Depressing much? I'd like to think so. I think about the fact that in 20 years I'll be 40..In 30 years I'll be 50..and I haven't even lived my life. Im a relgious leader only on Sundays..a bit hypoctrical and a lot stagnant..Pretty fucked up right? Like, I don't want to be almost 70..and only remember my life for being at Duke Ellington High School..that's like my ONLY good memory. Who wants to die with a bullshit life? Like what the fuck would they say in my obituary? "Gwin was a cool....um..woman..and um... her name was cool? And um...she changed her name a lot..and um..yeah..?" Pretty much.
My Man (Pt II)
Yes, I know my man aint no damn Denzel Washington
He dont got swag like Rick Ross or Trey Songz
But he's my man..
He don't look like Idris Elba or act like Common
But he treats me like a Queen.
He dont got swag like Rick Ross or Trey Songz
But he's my man..
He don't look like Idris Elba or act like Common
But he treats me like a Queen.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Letter to Dad. (Note to readers: This piece of prose is a bit vulgar.For adult eyes only)
Usually people start letters with Dear..
However, that would make me too fond of you...And I'm not.
I don't know you..I knew you..
I don't remember if I loved you as much as I think I did..
However, I did love you..
Your breath used to smell of pudding and rice cakes..
People say you spat me out head first..
Never was one to land on my feet..
I have no balance and no rhythm..Like you.
Dad, I know how to suck dick now..
Sucked my first one when I was 17..
Dad, I know how to take dick now..
Took my first one when I was 18.
I have a boyfriend and sometimes I call him Daddy when we fuckin'..
I used to feel reaaaaaaal guilty about it, but now it just comes out..
As if he were my natural father.
As if he changed my pampers and washed out old cereal bowls from breakfast two days ago...
Dad..Everytime I close my eyes, your there..
Whispering how much you love me..
It hurts to hear..
As it escapes from your tight throat and slides through your gap..
Dad, I have your teeth
I used to hate the fact that I have your teeth
I used to think, "Out of ALL the things I have like moms, why couldn't I get her teeth?"
They say I talk like you too
Smell like you and laugh like you
They say aint no doubt that Im yours
Dad, I know how to manipulate people now..
They say you taught me when I was little but I don't remember you ever teaching me anything..
Except how to iron my clothes properly and that there is a such thing as a good lie and a bad lie
A good lie would be covering for you..Telling mommy that you took me to the playground and to get icecream instead of telling her that you were over Ms.Denise's house and you were making funny grunt sounds
And you had me in the living room watching old Sanford & Son episodes
A bad lie would be telling mommy the truth
Dad, I had my tongue pierced and my nose pierced
I had 5 haircuts and everytime I went to the barber shop I thought about how bad you wanted me to have long hair
I laughed and thought about how bad I wanted you to be around
But I guess both of us got lucky
I didn't get what I wanted
and you didn't get what you wanted
Dad, I love you.
However, that would make me too fond of you...And I'm not.
I don't know you..I knew you..
I don't remember if I loved you as much as I think I did..
However, I did love you..
Your breath used to smell of pudding and rice cakes..
People say you spat me out head first..
Never was one to land on my feet..
I have no balance and no rhythm..Like you.
Dad, I know how to suck dick now..
Sucked my first one when I was 17..
Dad, I know how to take dick now..
Took my first one when I was 18.
I have a boyfriend and sometimes I call him Daddy when we fuckin'..
I used to feel reaaaaaaal guilty about it, but now it just comes out..
As if he were my natural father.
As if he changed my pampers and washed out old cereal bowls from breakfast two days ago...
Dad..Everytime I close my eyes, your there..
Whispering how much you love me..
It hurts to hear..
As it escapes from your tight throat and slides through your gap..
Dad, I have your teeth
I used to hate the fact that I have your teeth
I used to think, "Out of ALL the things I have like moms, why couldn't I get her teeth?"
They say I talk like you too
Smell like you and laugh like you
They say aint no doubt that Im yours
Dad, I know how to manipulate people now..
They say you taught me when I was little but I don't remember you ever teaching me anything..
Except how to iron my clothes properly and that there is a such thing as a good lie and a bad lie
A good lie would be covering for you..Telling mommy that you took me to the playground and to get icecream instead of telling her that you were over Ms.Denise's house and you were making funny grunt sounds
And you had me in the living room watching old Sanford & Son episodes
A bad lie would be telling mommy the truth
Dad, I had my tongue pierced and my nose pierced
I had 5 haircuts and everytime I went to the barber shop I thought about how bad you wanted me to have long hair
I laughed and thought about how bad I wanted you to be around
But I guess both of us got lucky
I didn't get what I wanted
and you didn't get what you wanted
Dad, I love you.
Why Do We Upload A Gazzillion Pics Of Us A Day?
While on twitter..Tweet stalking and trying to find out some good gossip, like every good girl would, I ran across a tweet from a girl named Tyra Crashleigh..Cool name right? Well, this young girl speaks TRUTH..Not to mention that she's still in highschool. I don't remember her tweet verbatim, but I know it was something like, "People take a million pics of themselves daily to remind themselves how good they look"..When she wrote that quote, I instantly thought of myself..Not because Im concieted or vain or in love with my eyes and lips, but because that quote was SO true.. We do..We need a constant reminder that we are who we say we are..That we're beautiful..That's why humans thrive off of compliments..We like to hear other people say that we're gorgeous..That we have nice bodys and beautiful, flowing hair..It wouldn't be any fun walking around giving ourSELVES compliments all day right? Welp, just to conclude this blog post..Tyra girl! I really appreciated that tweet! Not only was it truth, but it was in raw form..Not sugar-coated..Not drained with water, or not adding flavor.. Thanks for that :)
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Fun With Dick && Jane.. I Meant, Temar && Gwin.
Soooooooooo..everyone KNOWS that I don't have friends in Huntsville. So, when my good friend Temar is here..It's like we're the only two on earth. I get SO excited and forget about everybody and everything else..We went to highschool in DC together and her mom lives in Huntsville just like I do. I guess her life is just as random as mine :)
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Some Songs Will ALWAYS Be My Dads
Sunday mornings meant sausage & eggs... Cereal is for Monday-Saturday.
Sunday mornings meant radio blasting, feet clackin', and lips smackin'..
Sunday mornings meant $5.00 carwashes..and on real hot Sunday mornings..it meant bucket filled with ice and water, bathing suit, Daddy and daughter, waterhose, soap suzz and oldschool car
Sunday mornings meant smiles..
Sunday mornings meant songs that you'd ONLY hear on Sunday mornings..
Sunday mornings meant foot massages and icecream sundae's..no pun intended, but thats what Sunday mornings meant
Long drives, long walks, long everything
Sunday mornings meant Lifetime Original Movies when he left
And Disney Channel Movies right before he left
Sunday mornings meant properly ironed clothes and cake for dinner
Sunday mornings meant sunroofs..
Sunday mornings meant family talks
Sunday mornings held the family together..
But what happened when those Sunday mornings stopped showing up?
Sunday mornings meant radio blasting, feet clackin', and lips smackin'..
Sunday mornings meant $5.00 carwashes..and on real hot Sunday mornings..it meant bucket filled with ice and water, bathing suit, Daddy and daughter, waterhose, soap suzz and oldschool car
Sunday mornings meant smiles..
Sunday mornings meant songs that you'd ONLY hear on Sunday mornings..
Sunday mornings meant foot massages and icecream sundae's..no pun intended, but thats what Sunday mornings meant
Long drives, long walks, long everything
Sunday mornings meant Lifetime Original Movies when he left
And Disney Channel Movies right before he left
Sunday mornings meant properly ironed clothes and cake for dinner
Sunday mornings meant sunroofs..
Sunday mornings meant family talks
Sunday mornings held the family together..
But what happened when those Sunday mornings stopped showing up?
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
God.
I've been thinking about God a lot lately..
I mean, a lot more than usual..
About his beauty
About his wisdom
About how mysterious and unique he is
About the responsibility he has
And although, I attended a private Christian school for most of my life, I don't know God like I thought I did..
I was spoon-fed the God that I was supposed to know..
I only remembered key stuff about him, such as - He's not supposed to be white. He's black and if anything, he's colorful..
Each color representing each country that he has taken under his wing..
He does no wrong..He makes no mistake..and he looks at everything you do
He doesn't sleep-- or it just seems like he doesn't
He's a GENIUS
He has long hair..
He never wears his hair in a ponytail and he never has to flat-iron it but he always keeps it out
He has blue eyes - Regardless of his color..
He has big hands..
He shaped the world with his hands
We're supposed to be scared of him..
He can kill us even if we aren't sick..Regardless of how old we are, and that's pretty scary..
I'm scared to say that God is an asshole..So hmmm..
Im even scared to say that God is anal -- & he knows it.
When he takes little brothers or fathers from us, he knows what he's doing..
I've never seen God, but I believe in him..
I believe that he has more power than the president..
I don't know if he's married
I don't know if theres beautiful apples in heaven and gold stair-cases
I do know thers a hell
But what if we die - And theres none of that?
No hell..No heaven..
Just empty space with no chairs..and no god?
I mean, a lot more than usual..
About his beauty
About his wisdom
About how mysterious and unique he is
About the responsibility he has
And although, I attended a private Christian school for most of my life, I don't know God like I thought I did..
I was spoon-fed the God that I was supposed to know..
I only remembered key stuff about him, such as - He's not supposed to be white. He's black and if anything, he's colorful..
Each color representing each country that he has taken under his wing..
He does no wrong..He makes no mistake..and he looks at everything you do
He doesn't sleep-- or it just seems like he doesn't
He's a GENIUS
He has long hair..
He never wears his hair in a ponytail and he never has to flat-iron it but he always keeps it out
He has blue eyes - Regardless of his color..
He has big hands..
He shaped the world with his hands
We're supposed to be scared of him..
He can kill us even if we aren't sick..Regardless of how old we are, and that's pretty scary..
I'm scared to say that God is an asshole..So hmmm..
Im even scared to say that God is anal -- & he knows it.
When he takes little brothers or fathers from us, he knows what he's doing..
I've never seen God, but I believe in him..
I believe that he has more power than the president..
I don't know if he's married
I don't know if theres beautiful apples in heaven and gold stair-cases
I do know thers a hell
But what if we die - And theres none of that?
No hell..No heaven..
Just empty space with no chairs..and no god?
Monday, May 3, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
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