Thursday, November 18, 2010

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I will not let a man deflower me
if he does not know my name
I will not let a man deflower me
if he does not know the language of my movement
if he does not know the movement of my stride
if he cannot become one with my stride
I will not let a man deflower me
if he can not read jumbled up words that don't have a flow but i am insistent and I tell him it is my poem
I will not let a man deflower me
If he can not deal with my kinks
my curly hair days
because getting a press it just takes too long
I will not let a man deflower me
if he can not deal with my silent words on the phone or my short texts throughout the day because Im just not feeling it.
If you can not feel me
I mean have those
where you just miss me text
in the middle of night just to hear my reply
just to know that i am alive
if I can not have those i miss you text
that really mean
im attached to your mind heart and soul and your body is bonus
I will not let a man deflower me
If our converations do not flow
If you can not finish my sentences
then I know
you were not even listening
I will not let a man deflower me
If he does not understand that battles of my allergies
And I'm not playing those day where I can't move.
My body swelled up from this harsh environment and this food
Until my skin make look like a burt victim
and my eyes are always watery and I can't stop crying
If you can not fathom those days
then please stop trying
if your getting to this part of the poem and you just disagree because it's just a little too long and i may come on too strong
or it's getting a little too deep
well I'm a poet
an artist and im sensitive about my sh....
But i can not
I can not let a man deflower me
if he can not understand the definition of me
the defintion of Precious

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

WHO ARE WE: WHAT? WHO ARE WE: WHAT? WHO ARE WE: FEARLESS, HEARTLESS SOULS..


I always liked group discussion; or so I thought I did. I realized I like listening more; everyone seems to be intune with each others thought process. There's a mutual understanding of where everyone is coming from but then there's me. I watch everyone's opinions flow out so effortlessly like they have answered these questions before, like they're an expert. No one is an expert because even an expert is still learning. Everyone says their piece and I wonder why I still to feel isolated; why can't I relate: I am different. I am the person people would call pure because I have not been through an episode of "16 and pregnant"or "When I Was 17". I do not have the scars on my body that show the pain of a miscarriage, the pain of an ex-boyfriend, the pain of living on edge at the age of 14. I do not know what that feels like but I scruntize the pain rooted deeply in their eyes, splling out of their hearts. They search for answers in dark corners and confide in people who are only a step away from their own situation. Where are the adults: No where. These men and women at the age of 20 still struggle with the dark mistakes and pain of when they where ten because no one was wise enough to lead them. And still there is no one wise enough to lead them now but they are too stubborn and they insist on figuring things out. And when stubborness takes course it is too late; too late for chastisizing.
The discussion of this round circle is a little overwhelming I have no expertise in this type of pain; the room is silent. I want to say something but what can i say without making them feel guilty. In one way it's not their fault because a family, a stable family is suppose to be there. When you scrape your knee, they are suppose to be there. When you made a mistake, they are suppose to be there. It's so common to go down a dark road when no one is strong enough to tell you not to or brave enough to go with you. This is what is happening to our children, they are raising themselves. These adults do not know how to address the problem because it runs deep and most of time they are too late. Is it the fast-paced society and money hungry dynamics that are responsible for parents not raising their children? Are children so disconnected with their parents that children can only relate to children? Are parents taking too much of a backseat until the child feels neglected?
I don't want to be the preachy type; I want to the helping type. The issues these children face are deep; they are the heartaches a 30 year old cannot take and it is a shame that age 12 and 13 they still hold that guilt. This generation is heartless because their soul is gone. Their mind cannot cope so they search at the end of the bottle for hope; they search at the end of a pipe for clarity. They just want to be free and they can't take it anymore; they get bold and the ink of numerous tattoos floods their skin. Being in pain and having downfalls should never be cool but it is the norm. This world tells children to grow up fast, take drinks to make yourself laugh, have sex to feel, get high to balance your lows and this shows an open wound should not be covered with a band-aide. In a world like this I cannot relate to the heartache but everyone tells me Precious stay the same. How can I move forward? How can I shine my light in a room full of darkness when I can't found a friend full of hope? It's hard; the battle is long so a leader is what I will become.

The "Poetic Leader" Phoenix

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Monday, November 1, 2010

FAMU HOMECOMING 2010 WITH J. COLE AND WALE

Well, what can I say except it has been a great week maybe the greatest week here thus far. Homecoming events for me started on Monday night at the new gym when Chrisette Michelle came out singing "Fragile". That was the only song I knew by her because I am not a true fan but she is a great performer especially with her emotions. I love how she said "I love you FAMU" as though she met each one of us before. I honestly was not expecting her to come out, it was truly a surprise to me because I was expecting it to be a joke. The host screamed "Chrisette Michelle" and I was pondering. Is this going to be a look-a-like or someone who sounds like her? I'm thinking this is a talent show so maybe the host calls out every talent like they are a famous musician. But there she was in the flesh singing her heart out on stage and begging for crowd participation. The crowd seemed a little bit uninterested which did not bother her true fans lip singing and screaming out of key. I could feel their love for her and I opened up my heart to her to see what did they love? She seems really down-to-earth and so had alot of energy with a great combination for an artist. Sadly, I had to leave the Comedy/Talent show early but according to my room mates and friends I did not miss anything because the comedian was a bored with sexual innuendos. Even though last year there were sexual innuendos I could actually laugh at them and that was not the comedian's main joke. But I am guessing that was the subject of every comedian's joke this year. It is a shame how sex has become the headline to get people's attention. So leaving out of that gym upset that I had to miss this event because a crucial meeting that aids my craft, I am elated to hear Chrisette was the best performance that night. Unfortunately my meeting was canceled last night so I could have stayed and participate in the crowd doing the wave on less than mediocre performers. Yes, I will admit Florida A&M is tuff crowd but our peer are always the hardest to please but I applaud those students who participated.
The next day tuesday I had a study session for my journalism class which was so unfocused and unorganized. Yea that was disappointing at 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. I sat at a round table with six class mates to talk about adverbs, adjectives and subject-verb agreement. Oh the joy, I know that is not the way I should feel about my major but sometimes it is so tedious, I get frustrated with the rules and trying to remember them. But in between studying we discussed the comedian, Kevin Hart who has a new dvd named "Seriously Funny". We looked at YouTube videos by Hotdamnirock who is hilarious, he just talks about the funny side of life in a real way. He is not corny at all, some of the subjects he talks about are things everyone has witness in their life so it does not matter who you are you can still relate. But with all the laughter there was less studying so we need someone out of the group that will get us on track.
The following day Wednesday I had a Geography Test and my last test was suppose to be Friday morning but it was changed on wednesday afternoon to thursday afternoon. Changing the test date was bitter sweet becuase I would be able to sleep in but then again that means I have to really study now. After that last test I was drained it was wednesday and raining which did not seem like Homecoming to me so I went home. I had time to take a nap before my five-thirty class but I was so drained I could not even sleep. So after I feel asleep in my five-thirty class I was ready to go home. Three test in a row I was stressed and and tired, asking the week to just end. On friday I intended to sleeo and study but I ended up getting my nails done which got messed up but saturday trying to wash my hair. Yes I was upset fifteen dollars down the drain. So, friday was a fun day and it reduced the stress of this week.
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