For years our young black girls have struggled with conforming to body styles
coupled with the concept of light or dark skin, not to mention straight hair vs. kinky. I think we’re good on those aspects of society that has many a brown sister second guessing her beauty and general awesomeness in a world that’s damn lucky to have her here. But it seems in light of the new climate when we find ourselves at the butt of jokes that compare us to chimps and apes, there’s one more thing they want us to ponder. So they bring us this new exciting toy……… what the hell is wrong with this picture? And it could totally be me. I could be tripping and on some other stuff. But i don’t think so, and I don’t think COSCO, who sells this lovely item, thinks so either. Or maybe they think that we’re totally ok with our children playing with likenesses of themselves called lil’ monkey. That way later when some privileged, sanctimonious, racist asshole calls her a monkey to her face she’ll deliver her yessums’ with a grin on her face and a shuck and jive in her step. It’s like the pretense has been completely forsaken there are just flinging the slurs wrapped in bows and newsprint. Who said racism was getting old, it’s new and improved baby! Coming soon to all places (if it’s not there already) near YOU!!!

and remember the diaper can fit the baby and the monkey....wtf

so what now?

i will get this out of my system soon enough but in the mean time..suffer oh poignant words worthy of pontification...yarrr


when I think of you
the thoughts travels
through the miasmic lava of my deep desire
we melt we merge
like oncoming traffic
buckle up baby,
this could get rough
no accidental occurrence
we collide on purpose
cause your ring tone makes
my seat wet and I have no tissue
to wipe away the impressions
you have made on me
in me
in we
we are one
like the trinity minus two
me and you
you and me
we be we
too complicated for
mere mortals to understand
because we over stand
our importance
to the situation
to our situation
we like math
stopping at the parentheses
after we exponent
then we multiply
divide
add our joy and subtract nothing
you minus me would be nothing
a dangling participle
if we ever parted
and we never will
will we?
no we won’t
you are a geometrical blossom that
forever blooms in my kaleidoscope eyes
you know what that means
that means I see you
you before, your after
and you tomorrow
I’ve been thinking about how your kiss
is like being struck by lightning,
i survive but am forever limping
to the sound of your name
as it drips from my lips
ignore the twitch
just know
I love you
like
that

this is a possible submission to the bad love poem competition. you cant use profanity, dammit!! and you only win tickets for the Shakespeare Theater Company for "As You Like It"

so, judge if you must, i think it's kinda funny


you are the pop tart of my dreams
all chocolate and fruity filling
I get all choked up when I see
your frosting covered eyes
you move me like
like that little blue thing on X-men that can be anything
you are like that to me
anything
I want, anything I need
you are the remote to my control
that flip in my flop
when I think about you baby
I just know I love you like
that
you know
that
not like this
but like
that
that thing that makes my heart
vibrate to the sounds
of our hearts beating together
but separately
In unison

when we are apart
my plan feels like its slipping
my minutes don’t roll over
and I want to sprint
so I can again be caught up in your verizon
you are the hello to my kitty
the pica to my choo

Kasuntyke

before our love blossomed
I was never in bloom
dormant
like I was sleepwalking through dreams
never rested like my spirit
an unruly poltergeist
haunted by the thought of never meeting you
but now I’ve met you
and am stuck to you like posted notes
there but not permanent
cause permanent means forever
and like that’s a long time
but I love you
you know like that
you are the jumbo to my shrimp
that yin in my yang
but you we need to use some lube before we do that
cause you know it could have the opposite effect

you are the power to my ranger
the pinky to my brain
the night in my rider
I just wanna bathe
in your sweet succulence
and have people asking me
did you die and I’ll respond
"why yes I did"
I was dying to be in love with you
the magazine subscription I never paid for
the restraining order I ignored
the authorities will never understand our connections
while we are connected
no DSL baby we went wi-fi
I think that the stars had you in mind
when they decided to shine
and now they’re jealous
because you baby,
outshine them all
cause you,
you are the pop tart of my dreams
even when i'm awake
now
that's
love

see more Lolcats and funny pictures

Sunday July 12 6pm
@ The Fabulous Fox Theater
$ FREE

Come join me as we celebrate the final accomplishments of the AileyCamp participants for 2009. The six week intensive dance camp culminates with their finale performance!
These kids will blow your mind!!!


http://www.foxtheatre.org/outreach1_campAiley.htm

Registration extended until June 10th

Number 84 napowrimo 19

We’ve played this game before
The one where I explain
And you pretend you can’t understand
It’s down to the wire now
Your boundaries have been blurred
By like minded troublemakers
Who want to push people to their limits
Unlock their potential
But there is such a thing as to much
To much pushing
To much consideration
To much turning the other cheek
You age won’t let you focus
On the dangers of not knowing when you’ve gone too far
And you my friend
Have gone too far
How was I to know
That you wouldn’t recognize your voice
When it played back gentle reminders
Or,
That you would lose control
Of the limbs that kept you grounded
But I need you to pay attention now
Stop pretending
Because you are in danger of extinct-ing yourself
And this world would be wrong without you
And no,
I won’t sacrifice myself for you
Won’t set myself aflame as I watch you burn
Won’t throw myself into oncoming traffic to save
What you can save yourself
You have to stop pretending
You have to understand
And most importantly
You have to save yourself

Number 83 napowrimo 18

your constant motion makes me dizzy
I struggle to keep my focus
your hammering tongue
beats me numb
and I don’t understand what you are saying
it’s like I’m underwater
the weight of your empty words
force me to the bottom
I struggle for air
for breath
you don’t sense my distress
distracted by your own nightmares

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6m1DutMIV1U

it's far away and turn up the volume...smile!