3.16.2009
3.14.2009
s i m p l e .
simplicity please ? i'd love some .
no past memories of heartbreak and devastation .
no expectations of what we will be or wont be .
i put the worries, insecurities, and inhabitions in a ziplock bag & out of reach .
the pressure of finding 'the right one' would pushed out of a fifteen story window .
the wondering how they like your hair, what to wear, what sounds intense and akward .
instead...
how about my sweatpants? what about my ugg boots? i know theyre ugly, but they feel like clouds. what do you think of my hair up in a messy bun ? wait, who cares wat you think ... just like it real quick, okay ? my toes need a rest, no heels tonight . that means no wondering if you're pissed about paying for dinner again . movies and pizza instead sounds perfect...my treat. we can kiss during the romantic scenes...its up to you. either way, i had no expectations. i just wanna laugh at the funny parts... so hard that my stomach is aching. im not planning out my wedding, im just tryna lay in that nook of your chin & chest .
simplicity .
no past memories of heartbreak and devastation .
no expectations of what we will be or wont be .
i put the worries, insecurities, and inhabitions in a ziplock bag & out of reach .
the pressure of finding 'the right one' would pushed out of a fifteen story window .
the wondering how they like your hair, what to wear, what sounds intense and akward .
instead...
how about my sweatpants? what about my ugg boots? i know theyre ugly, but they feel like clouds. what do you think of my hair up in a messy bun ? wait, who cares wat you think ... just like it real quick, okay ? my toes need a rest, no heels tonight . that means no wondering if you're pissed about paying for dinner again . movies and pizza instead sounds perfect...my treat. we can kiss during the romantic scenes...its up to you. either way, i had no expectations. i just wanna laugh at the funny parts... so hard that my stomach is aching. im not planning out my wedding, im just tryna lay in that nook of your chin & chest .
simplicity .
3.13.2009
heroes in love .
as teenagers , we often think that the age of '16' or '18' makes us entitled to the wisdom of understanding what 'LOVE' is . like making us a day over the required age causes some biological development of compassion & selflessness . psh .
i dont know how many times we are allotted to fall in love . i dont know if 'love at first sight' truly exists . i dont even know if ive ever truly been in love . but i know what love looks like .
could you love a woman who had no hair ? comming home and rubbing her bald head while she cried in the mirror. helping her to shave the stubble hairs off from time to time ? could you love a girl with tatts ? not from the parlor, but from radiation visits . three little dots to mark where to zap . would you buy her ginger for her nausea ? you hold her while she cries ? would you look past her burnt veins from the chemo ? thats love . giving all of you and showing courage even when you are terrified all on your own .
i know what love looks like . & real love never wants to hide its beauty . so u never have to worry about true love wearing masks . this is dedicated to the strongest, realest, honorable man i know ... my dad . & this is in loving memory of the strongest, couragest, beautiful woman i knew ... my mom . i pray to have one day what you two shared for almost 20 years .
i dont know how many times we are allotted to fall in love . i dont know if 'love at first sight' truly exists . i dont even know if ive ever truly been in love . but i know what love looks like .
could you love a woman who had no hair ? comming home and rubbing her bald head while she cried in the mirror. helping her to shave the stubble hairs off from time to time ? could you love a girl with tatts ? not from the parlor, but from radiation visits . three little dots to mark where to zap . would you buy her ginger for her nausea ? you hold her while she cries ? would you look past her burnt veins from the chemo ? thats love . giving all of you and showing courage even when you are terrified all on your own .
i know what love looks like . & real love never wants to hide its beauty . so u never have to worry about true love wearing masks . this is dedicated to the strongest, realest, honorable man i know ... my dad . & this is in loving memory of the strongest, couragest, beautiful woman i knew ... my mom . i pray to have one day what you two shared for almost 20 years .
3.11.2009
a prayer for the paper
media & cigarettes are synonymous .
poor little tiana . she wakes up drowing in audio floods of breast enhancement deals . with crust in her eyes & scarf on her head she looks into the mirror . glass doesnt need to be shattered to cut . it takes a soldier to see one's beauty in a battle of negativy .
so back to tiana:
she walks down the street to Insecurity High School [off of melrose btw] . She lifts her head & see's dollar signs in the clouds . money might as well be there, she knows it aint in her pocket . she steps in somethin, bullshxt . girls with sandyblonde hair & prada shades plague her while in class . she looks to her left , unaffordable uggs . she looks to her right, dolce&gabbana handbags that whisper snickers and laughter . Tiana turns on her ipod to block the baracade of pain . "money....blah blah...honey with the long hair & light skin...blah blah...ten drinks at the bar...blah blah...car with rims....". she cant escape the poison .
beyonce in leotards & heels . ciara in a mid-drift & sweats . those spandex tight girls in the dream's video . keri hilsons legs .ashanti's weave . okay, not ashanti's weave .
.. middle finger to the people who think they can tell me what i am . middle finger to the bastards who try to convince me that im not skinny enough, thick enough, light enough, that my hair is long, that my booty isnt big, that im flat chested, that im not sexy enough, that im too smart, that im not thee epitome of who i want & need to be . psh, who the f*ck are you anyway ?
poor little tiana . she wakes up drowing in audio floods of breast enhancement deals . with crust in her eyes & scarf on her head she looks into the mirror . glass doesnt need to be shattered to cut . it takes a soldier to see one's beauty in a battle of negativy .
so back to tiana:
she walks down the street to Insecurity High School [off of melrose btw] . She lifts her head & see's dollar signs in the clouds . money might as well be there, she knows it aint in her pocket . she steps in somethin, bullshxt . girls with sandyblonde hair & prada shades plague her while in class . she looks to her left , unaffordable uggs . she looks to her right, dolce&gabbana handbags that whisper snickers and laughter . Tiana turns on her ipod to block the baracade of pain . "money....blah blah...honey with the long hair & light skin...blah blah...ten drinks at the bar...blah blah...car with rims....". she cant escape the poison .
beyonce in leotards & heels . ciara in a mid-drift & sweats . those spandex tight girls in the dream's video . keri hilsons legs .ashanti's weave . okay, not ashanti's weave .
.. middle finger to the people who think they can tell me what i am . middle finger to the bastards who try to convince me that im not skinny enough, thick enough, light enough, that my hair is long, that my booty isnt big, that im flat chested, that im not sexy enough, that im too smart, that im not thee epitome of who i want & need to be . psh, who the f*ck are you anyway ?
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