Tag Archives: life

which is it?…

28 Sep

is it “opposites attract” OR is it “birds of a feather flock together” #leapday forever

They walk in.
Grace and Beauty
she possesses.
Calm and Strength
he possesses.
Intelligence and Warmth
they possess.
Mysterious Eyes
Irreverent Smiles
they possess.
They walk in love
forever like the Night.

The Essentials Revisited

10 Sep

The Dance of Love is Essentially a Classic One of Courage + Beauty + Truth + Knowledge + Goodness + Hope…ahh what a masterpiece!


Grounded…by Nature

9 Aug

feet first, but only when grounded

If you were born to survive, then that! makes you a survivor; I’m just sayin’…

Another Unedited Story

Yo teach, how old are you?

Yo student, Forty! Replied the teacher (Old enough to be your grandma, she winced internally).

If you were twenty years younger we would get it poppin’, jeered the student.

You’re cute, but you’re not that cute, jibed the teacher.

But I got money doh, the student carried on.

I got money too, chimed the teacher as she reached into her desk, took a bill out of her bag and pressed it into the palm of a scrawny girl who sat near the front door.

The students chattered, having found out in three seconds the amount dished out.  They hooped and hollered that they could not believe that the crazy, dumb teacher had  just handed a student twenty dollars.

You giving money now miss?  Why she gave her money doh? Miss, yo you’re a baller…and other such rantings were yelled throughout the classroom.

The teacher could not tell the students that the scrawny, quiet girl in the front, the one who was three years older than them;  the one who spoke only when spoken to, she could not let on to the class that she had just given her money to buy tampons.  How could she tell them?

Mon Dieu! thought the teacher, as she smiled at the now-beaming little woman; How could this girl concentrate on absorbing the particulate theory of matter when she had worried about how not to bleed all over her boyfriend’s sheets that night?  After all,  the nurse can only ration out one feminine product per student per day!  How could she tell them that the very same boyfriend had bullied this girl, their classmate,  into going  to a private party a week prior and had demanded that she perform various sexual acts with a small private party of men.  How could she tell them that after having received a grand total of one thousand dollars, the pimp boyfriend ensured that his ho saw not a dollar of it.

Mais Non!  She could not tell them such things.  She could tell them however, that they were so delightful and clever with their responses that she would randomly begin to reward them in cash and kind…albeit not twenty dollars every time.  She did tell them that she admired their resolve to embrace the educational process, even when the distractions at home and in the community were overwhelming…real distractions of mega proportions involving survival, life and death on their streets.

She reminded them that their past, current ,and sadly for many, future sufferings simply meant that they were survivors, with more courage than most!

The bell jarred the students back to the moment and they scrambled out of the classroom.

The teacher heard a cantankerous fool yelling down the hallway:

Yo! Bitch yo! You finally got paid ho! Pop-off! Yo scrap, where da party going down tonight? I got that reggie!


18 Jun

…a funny thing…to be enjoyed every step along the way, even if it means changing direction…what of it?

One of Many Unedited Stories

I got it!  She yelled out, then instinctively lowered her voice as she leaned into him and spewed her brilliant idea:

He would place his comforters and small rugs in the trunk of his car along with his liquid fabric softener and powdered, boxed detergent.  His middle man would meet him at the laundromat…’a la’ two bachelors doing their laundry on a Sunday morning…kinda thing.  They would have the same powder, (brand and size), do their laundry as normal, have a cigarette outside, chit-chat, check their phones, slouch for a few minutes in their cars for a musical interlude.  All would be as normal except when their folding, sorting and packing was done, those two laundromat regulars would have inadvertently (or so it seemed) swapped laundry detergents.  Upon their return home, each would be satisfied with the exchange.  A perfect barter, supply demanded and demand met!

Once again he was amazed at her attention to detail, as he heard exactly what he needed to.  Indeed this was the way to unload the brick which had been weighing down his chest lately, and certainly this! was the way to cop the three stacks that he owed.