you

for the one who showed me how to love
for the one who opened my mind
touched my soul
and stole my heart

how can i pretend
like i go on everyday
with ease, when all i want
to say is...

i love you

for the one who is my other half
i should not feel like my love
MUST be silent, my heart still
and my emotions erased.

they still exist
and you are the only one i can
express them to

my midnight loving

i am conditioning myself to love from a distance

to love
with passion
loyalty
fervor
committment
angst
patience
excitement

to love fully
and freely
him, my only

to love from brown
little toes, to the top
of my black thick
natural
wavy bun

to love the memories
the moments
of every touch
hug kiss and stroke
to love the silence
the laughs the tears
and ear to ear smiles

to love you

to love from within
so that it pours out

and while i cant tell
you each

and
every

single


moment of the day,
every brand new morning

every scorching, few clouds
afternoons,
every frost chilly evening


that I Love You

know that i don't,
because i love you
more and more
each

and every
day.

so the love i have for you
yesterday is no longer the
same with each waking up
with each sun rise, that love
has magnified, growing strength
in its mere existence,
anticipating our reunion

tis true what
they say,

distance makes
the heart grow fonder


for one i was already fond of. whose love i already possessed and whose love i embraced and whose love i had captured, how can "this" grow fonder one may ask? and that answer lies within the heart itself.


je t'aime "bj"

my body, your body, the black body

i have been so fascinated and intrigued by the stigmas, connotations, and the labels surrounding the black body, in particular the black female body because i am just that, a black female.

saartjie bartman, now if you do not know who she is
please...inform yourself
but i am doing a project on the mystification of whole wheat bread, and the racial/ethnic metaphors that are attached to it...and it wouldnt be fair for me NOT to mention ms.bartman.
while researching this afternoon, i found this video with spoken word on youtube...take a look


it puts beyonce's rumpshaking, niki minaj's genitalia, and trina's "baddest bitch" mentality in a context black america is clearly not ready to handle face on. these women could use a thing or two from picking up a book, and probably would keep some clothes on and their dignity in tact.

im not perfect, i know you'll understand

and one more thing...

temps

jammin !

believe it or not...

Q-Tip has gotten me through my whole
afternoon and night....


cant disclose the song yet tho :-X

ooo ooo OOO

Daddy's Home :)

throwback!!!

came across this song !
i used to be in loveeeeeeee
obsessed
soo infatuated with this song!

throwback - 2005

you know who you are...

if youre reading this,

know that
I love you.

I want to reach out to you,
be by your side, and wrap
you up with my arms and legs
in one tight squeeze while
grabbing your face
and kissing you passionately
and so lovingly and many
"fast kisses" too
on your worst days
on your happiest
and your most mediocre ones.
the rainy ones, the 90degree
and total humidity ones. the
long sleepy days and the rise
and shine early bird ones.
but i wont. i cant.
but know my heart always goes
out to you...

forever and always

continued "happy tears"

sooo i said id continue

and here it goes....

this post entitled "happy tears"
is from several weeks ago, it started off like this...

its funny how life happens,
how love comes and is realized
and overpowers the whole body -
the senses, the touches, the mind,
but most importantly the soul...



to be continued"

continued.......
love will make you do things that
you once said "ha..never"
love will have you confused
and sometimes doubtful if what
seems so true, is really the TRUTH
and sometimes love has to step
back and be an outsider to the
inside a&b conversation
true love not only has to be
"c" sometimes but it has to SEE

more importantly love takes time
love is not an overnight feeling
and if love is true
and if love is what you have what
you share and what takes up your mind
soul and body, then love will have its
phases. and love truly never means harm.
though it may harm and inflict tears
and lonely nights, if love is meant to be
love returns. love is no longer a "c" but
begins and truly understands that a&b
conversation, realizing that a&b convo
is the mother tongue for us all, but only
meant to be understand between TWO.

in a world like today, it is love that continues
to survive. the back bone for all of us
and im proud to say ive found it

ive found the young man, i wanna
shower with kisses saying "i love you" in
300 different languages, though i only know 3
love has me bright-eyed and butterflies in the
tummy...love has us sharing corny jokes
and dying of laughter after.... love has us
making love so sweet that you would have
thought you were in willy wonka's chocolate
factory cooking up chocolatey goodness
each and every night...love has us physically
uniting in ways the mind can't process, and
after leaves us speechless, silent, and starry eyed
love has us traveling the world together,
taking it by storm...love has us learning
experiencing, enjoying, eating :) and utilizing
because the world is our oyster...love has us
finishing each others thoughts and thinking
what the other was about to say, and exchanging
eyes in a room full of people just to signal that
"i already know....im right there with you"...
love is knowing that your love has your back
and will do whatever it can to exchange that quick
glance of passion, compassion, and LOVE...

love has me anticipating waiting
and praying that my love sees