piece.

i just want a piece.
some piece.
nothing more.
nothing less. just an opportunity to reach it and actually touch it.
a touch.
of the garment.
of the goal.
of everything ive given up and chosen to live for.
for everybody that said i was a nobody.
and for you to give me piece...
that says im somebody.
i am somebody.
and under your wing....
i wait and will not worry.
justified and verified.
my piece is coming.

present.

im present

thats it

absolutely unsure what the grass on the other side looks like

not quite sure if i want to

just present

moving at a decent pace

never absolute that the lane is right...

or is the lane left?

completely present; im sure im here

and hear often how gifting the present is

well, if thats the case...how come it feels like a nightmare? or daymare?

constant torment of lists undone, passions untangled and sh*t unhandled...

embellished with lavish parties, fancy drinks and daily routine

always on sale - someone always tryna sell something...and none of it can be returned

so i sit with my piles of presents (yes)

piles of presents (yeah)

piles of presents (maybe)

absolutely unsure; never absolute

and embellished.

possibly impossible?

single. black. female. 3 words that when put together almost seem like a death sentence. im over exaggerating, but am i really? going into the new year...no expectations on my part. but alot of women who fit in these 3 words...are really looking to be found...should that even be how it goes? should love FIND you or should you be actively engaging in the search process? plenty of questions...

a friend sent me this article. i laughed. idk if this woman, but i was thouroughly amused that he thought i could. am i though? hmmm...

Tracy McMillan: Why You're Not Married
how accurate is this for you? welp, i'd figured i'd share and let you decide if you fit the mold.

BE ENCOURAGED!

Article Link: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tracy-mcmillan/why-youre-not-married_b_822088.html

different worlds colliding.

last week in the new year, and im not quite ready. putting my 2012 plans on paper is kind of scary. to me, its like a binding contract between myself...and God. and i hate breaking promises. but its a progress and i at least have until Saturday midnight.

however i was motivated to write due to an evening encounter. getting in heavy work outs this week...i stopped by the bookstore on my way to the studio. scheming around this guy comes near and asks if thats actually something i read. it was the infamous Fredrick Douglass autobiography i hadnt finished weeks ago. i slightly believed that by buying it i would probably actually finish it this time. the last time i only borrowed it from the library, renewed it three times before the library said my love affair with the book was over. i think i only read half...if that...

i told him, "not really..." and just kind of explained the story i had with the book. we sort of just chatted and began to discover we had plenty in common. we had the same favorite museum, wanted to see the same exhibit, hes a poet, writer, tech student and taught classes on afro culture etc etc. like a breath of fresh air in a place id like to consider a haven of mines...this interesting and exciting man in my haven space?

all of a sudden, in the vibe, he asks me for my number. of course i said yes! we run into a faith talk where he shamelessly admits that Jesus is an "alternative" and not "the way". i simply replied, "interesting". looking at my watch, i wasnt interested in a debate and he seemed to be fishing for it...and i was silently breaking...he went from everything to WTH in a sentence...

felt like two of the same people who lived in different worlds colliding. and that fun laugh turned into a side eye, and i was sadden. yes, all this in the bookstore. but im still interested in this fellow. with my number already stored, i assume this wont be the last of him. im not sure if God's testing or encouraging me to crank in these new and preserved lessons...

we shall see...

woman with flower

as an antique flower enthusiast (i only own one) this poem seemed to speak far above the planting she seemed to be describing. i LOVE great imagery..and fabulously used metaphors. job well done poet. i hope to be this good with words someday.


Woman With Flower


By Naomi Long Madgett



I wouldn't coax the plant if I were you.

Such watchful nurturing may do it harm.

Let the soil rest from so much digging

And wait until it's dry before you water it.

The leaf's inclined to find its own direction;

Give it a chance to seek the sunlight for itself.

Much growth is stunted by too careful prodding,

Too eager tenderness.

The things we love we have to learn to leave alone.

11 things to know by 25(ish)

YES this article makes a whole lot of sense! i think it's definitely share worthy and anyone at 25(ish) or younger could use it as a solid reference. READ IT HERE, and you'll find yourself self evaluating and challenging yourself even more than you probably already are!

God's Word says in Ecclesiastes 11:9 to "be happy while you are young and let your heart give you joy in the days of your youth. Follow the ways of your heart and whatever you see, but know that for all these things God will bring you judgment." It's basically backing up this very article. We have so much time as young people to do GREAT things and MIGHTY works. We must not be idle but persistent, and I HIGHLY encourage you to continue by reading Ecclesiastes 12.

Relevant Magazine is officially one of my new favorite online mags for reference! Browse around and check it out!

He is not idle...

the year is winding down...maybe everything on your year's "to do" list didn't get down but praise God that each day is actually a new day. we sow and we reap. we sow and we reap. and we live another day to do it again. be encouraged by this simple yet powerful verse. dream on dreamers.



Psalm 126:5 
"Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy"