Sunday, March 6, 2011

Leaving behind...

Im leaving you with all the shit I no longer want, nor do I need.

My pigtails and mini skirts that no longer suit me.

Those childhood games I used to play like hopscotch, tetherball and hide go-get-it.

I gots mine, proud as I please; no longer needing to pass notes, do you like me: yes, no or maybe.

So I set you in a box along with my diary, the one that holds all my secret crushes, my first kiss the first time I let Jason get to first base on me before I smacked his hand and ran back to the other girls at recess. Those memories, my Barbies, the old cabbage patch dolls that seemed to get lighter as the years went by. Yes, you sit in a box next to those old things that no longer benefit nor define me.

My Paula Abdul double tongues, overalls turned back, cross colors, leg warmers, tutu, and toe shoes. All packed up in a box of shit I don’t need any more.

And there you sit with your tired excuses, your baby please, baby, your soft kisses and warm touches. Your secret letters and even more secret crushes, I no longer get weak in the knees for those things, nor your smile or your breath on the back of my neck.

That’s long since been put away with my want for big pickles, a blow pop, now A’laters, chick’o sticks, lemon heads, cherry clans and Boston baked beans.

I miss your kisses no more than I miss getting detention or a call home from school. Thoughts of your touches linger no more than my first skinned knee, or getting a black eye in baseball. Our time alone has been replaced with thought of being more powerful with out you.

Dropping all those pounds you’ve suggested over the years.

I put you in that box of shit I no longer need, ready to be picked up and eliminated from my life and as I look back at all those things that made me the woman I am.

I take from the box my mini skirt and those silly games I used to play, ill send a text to a guy with a nice smile and pretty face, do you like me. I’ll keep my diary and my memories, my Barbies and Cabbage Patch Dolls, those double tongues fit yet a bit snug overalls, cross colors, leg warmers, tutus and toe shoes. I’ll suck on a lemon head a now a’later, I’ll even crave for a big pickle and blow pop, those cadies that made my life sweet.

And I leave in the box the shit I no longer need.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

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two different places with two different meanings

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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Things Happen in Threes

They say things happen in 3s
March- Tuskegee Airman, William B. Ellis
June- Awesome {God Fearing} Man, Robert Tolan
and this August
Nana, Christine Green, Her favorite color was blue, she LOVED to bowl and she was excited to celebrate 90th Birthday this year...

she is the 3rd in my chain of extended family who made my life GREAT, you will all be missed...


Tuesday, August 24, 2010


So you have to forgive the fact that, I'm slow on some of the comment replies its been a great summer and hell of a year. I'd like to encourage you all to visit, great post there... I will try to post some new poetry here. I love your words of encouragement anf the fact that I inspire your reactivity... I appreciate the love.... check out the new page layout...

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

New Blog Spot

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Ode to the Worst

March 7, 2010

An Ode to the Worst

The worst I ever had/ like a gun with no bang/ Fourth of July with no fireworks/ you’re minus the snap crackle and the pop/ A flat soda no fizz/ a flame with no spark/ A blow pop without the gum/ a tootsie roll that never gets to the center/ You're a paddle with no stroke/ a motor boat with no gas/ In the end you’re an everlasting gobstopper that doesn't last/ You’re a parade with one float/ a balloon with no pop/ for all of the best there are surly some worst/ you’re the worst I’ve ever had/
You’re a dried up lake/ a sunken ship/ a flower that never bloomed/ you’re an un-built house/ a house that never became a home/
You’re a snow slope with no snow/ you’re a Benz sitting on bricks/ you’re a piano with no keys/ you’re a limited cell phone plan/
Surely you must understand you’re the worst I’ve ever had/
You’re a baseball game with no home runs/ a football game with no touch downs/ a basketball game with no slam dunk/ a hockey game no goals/ you’re the losing team/ a defeated player/ you’re the man down/ the lost battle/worse the lost war/
You’re a HOT ASS MESS/
I must confess you’re the worst I’ve ever had/
You’re a Batman with no Robin/ A Super man less the Super/ you’re the Green Lantern with a burnt out bulb/ the Incredible Hulk without much incredibility/
You are the underdog/ you’re Wiley Coyote in every episode/ you’re the Elmer Fudd of life/ you’re Pinky without the Brain
You’re the best of the worst/ ahead as the last/ you’re #1 if we start from the end/ you’re bringing up the rear/ face it you’re just an ass/
You’re a King none the less/ with no Kingdom/ no Crown and no Glory/
You truly are the worst I’ve ever had!