You feel like you are destined for something greater, and you won’t be settled until you accomplish it. It also sucks because everyone may not be on board with your “destiny” and may even mock you for it. I was watching a movie this afternoon and it was amazing to me that people are really cynical when it comes to accomplishing something great. People often forget that before you became this horrible cynic you believed in something as well. It may not have happened for you, but who’s to say it won’t happen for the next generation. In every inspirational movie I’ve seen since I was born the one thing you hear constantly is to never give up. Even though the message is cliched, it still rings true.
“Open up your mind and just rest…” -Floetry
Good evening world,
So I’ve been good. I hope that you’ve been liking my (deep, thoughtful) poetry. I’ve been having a lot of fun writing it. It has allowed me to express myself in ways that I never thought possible. When something romantic, or even thoughtful hits my mind, I feel the need to write it. I don’t know if that’s how you feel, but instead of metaphorically having a pen and paper at my disposal daily I have my laptop. When inspiration strikes. Here I am. I just wanted to say thanks for liking and following my stuff and I hope you like what’s ahead.
“I just want you to come over….” -C.B.
You know how I feel.
You know what’s real.
Ill, will, seal,
You know the deal.
from being on the continuous wheel.
My hearts open,
I hope you steal.
beg, borrow, anything.
Boy, you make me squeal.
You are it.
You are the ideal,
The thing I reach for,
The thing I’m trying to grab.
The one I nag,
anything to keep from calling and stabbing the phone for a cab.
I wanna go,
My skin is tingling,
ready and waiting for your’s and mine skin to mingle.
Please don’t leave me single.
My friends tell me to use my brain,
They say, “Nicole don’t strain.”
But I complain.
I need you like the earth needs rain.
I toss and turn but it’s all in vain,
Please, help me abstain.
But there you are standing,
holding that wretched glass of champagne.
let me introduce myself.
You see I’ve been kind,
of sound mind,
and always on time;
But no more.
Give me a minute, a moment,
a second for you to understand my plea.
I can’t really call it a plea because I don’t
care if you see.
I don’t care,
If this makes the hair stand up on your neck.
I don’t care
If this gives you chill bumps on your arms.
You see, I am beautiful.
And no I’m not 5’5 125 and blonde.
No I am not,
I’m proud to have hips, thighs, and seductive eyes.
I’m glad to be tall.
I’m glad to have breasts, a swagger, and a sweet behind that ain’t going no where.
I’m glad to have melanin in my skin and don’t need to bend.
I’m glad that I come from a culture a country a history
so rich, so grand that you couldn’t possibly understand.
I’m so glad that my people had to go through trials and tribulations,
separation of families, and dynasties
that only made us,
that made me stronger.
Now understand chattel slavery wasn’t an ideal way to make us stronger,
but you know, I guess it’s my people fault for being an inferior race and all.
But I shouldn’t jest,
my mind seems to digress.
I’m not sorry if I don’t cower in fear.
I’m not sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear.
Save your pity,
your crocodile tears.
I’m through being patient.
You see the world I live in thinks from time to time to stereotype
to call me names so that I know my place.
The world I live in thinks it’s okay to tell other girls, and women
to lighten yourself a bit,
to wear your hair a certain way,
and in some states to call me bae.
In some places it’s okay to STILL call my father,
a grown man with a family boy.
In some states it’s okay to shoot at black boys, and men because you think they may harm you when in all honestly they die following orders, and rules THEY demand of you.
In some states it’s okay to shoot and beat a black woman on the street just for asking why you want to arrest her.
In some states it’s okay to pull over two black young girls leaving the beach, and put your hands in their privates for the world to see just because they were speeding.
In some states it’s okay to call me a nigger, darkie, sexual fiend, that needs a iron fist and a ruling hand.
Oh, I’m sorry it was in the past so it means that I shouldn’t offend your delicate sensibilities.
Again my sincerest apologies.
Someone please come and clean up this sorry lot.
these words I jot,
on the spot,
should hopefully educate a tot.
Because I am sick of hearing about you know, EBOLA,ENTEROVIRUS,ISIS recruiting 12 year olds from North Dakota, women teachers having threesomes with 17 year old boys, more politicians lying,THE IMPENDING APOCALYPSE,and anything else news related (AND THAT’S SAYING SOMETHING COMING FROM ME ONE NEWS JUNKIE) I’ve decided to regal you with my tales of new adventures.
Yesterday was my first day of Graduate school. Yep, you heard correctly;
Well folks let me tell you, it was a very enlightening day. It was fun (to me) getting up, and talking with others who wanted to pursue higher education. What I like so much about graduate school is when you get to this level everyone is pretty much chill. Now the work load is not,(FAR FROM IT) and it’s a good thing I’m a quick reader because otherwise I’d be screwed but I like how everyone applied because they wanted to be here and you’re all in the same boat, just different majors. It’s amazing how that works out. In my spare time I am also writing my poetry because it relaxes me and it allows me to be myself, and to really express how I’m feeling. It also makes me be able to reflect, and to read all of you guys’ amazing stuff and wonder, “how the heck did they create that amazing piece of work?”
You know important stuff.
Anyways I hope all is well with you. If you’re reading this and on a quarter school system and yesterday was the first day for you I hope it all went good. If you are nervous and because embarking in new territory makes you a little jittery, and unsure please believe you’ve got a friend.