my mind is twisted up in you .
knots and tangles and napps of you and life & school & friends & where you fit in .
thinking of you is like a psychological cardio work out .
my brain is exhausted, but nevertheless i keep focused on the outcome .
two big screws are tangling loose in my temporal lobe . who is gunna push them in ?
i wish you would . just tap it cause its leaning back and forth like a seesaw .
lingering on the borderline of insanity & brilliance .
emotion is the brains ecstasy. its the cerebral's break from ocean into the air .
you are emotion .
and ever since i met you, my mind cannot distinguish the two .
i wish i knew .
4.08.2009
4.07.2009
michelle obama loves the haters .
yahoo news seems to think it vital to bring up Michelle Obama's fashion sense . when has anyone ever seemed to care about a first lady's wardrobe besides Jacqueline Kennedy ? & even when someone did have an opinion, they praised and worshipped her classy and innovative style. somehow, people have been woofin about michelle obama's clothes. its soo vivid, its too groundbreaking ...they even get on her about showing her arms. have you seen her arms ?! amazing, no homo lol .
just because barbara bush had the style of a lame does not mean michelle should be penalized . get off her peener already and let her do her . sheeeeesh ! :]
4.06.2009
worthy .
4.05.2009
screw you pasadena high school .
screw you pasadena high ;
sluts . "gangbangers" . gangbangers . black & brown riots . drama . liars . haters . long nails . weaves . high heels clacking . girls fighting, smacking . those annoying seaguls . rude administration . all up in my business . wishing me the worst . hatin on my progress . wanting me to stay cooped up doin nothin . screw you pasadena for keepin my friends there . locked up . stuck . nowhere driven .
from the time the armenians pulled out guns . the 'mexicans' pulled out the knifes . we ran ;
to the time i was walking across the rose bowl grass on the homecomming court .
from the time we got into an altercation at prom .
to the times we went to roscoes to eat .
from the lousiana chicken on LAKE ... to the horchata on los robles ...from the mexican corn, to the gumbo that tre's grandma sells . to that suspect drug dealin at all star liquor store. to george's liquor store. hell, to all 50,000 of them liquor stores .
from the funerals to the 15andahalf year old babyshowers . i kiss my city softly & pull the trigger .
sluts . "gangbangers" . gangbangers . black & brown riots . drama . liars . haters . long nails . weaves . high heels clacking . girls fighting, smacking . those annoying seaguls . rude administration . all up in my business . wishing me the worst . hatin on my progress . wanting me to stay cooped up doin nothin . screw you pasadena for keepin my friends there . locked up . stuck . nowhere driven .
from the time the armenians pulled out guns . the 'mexicans' pulled out the knifes . we ran ;
to the time i was walking across the rose bowl grass on the homecomming court .
from the time we got into an altercation at prom .
to the times we went to roscoes to eat .
from the lousiana chicken on LAKE ... to the horchata on los robles ...from the mexican corn, to the gumbo that tre's grandma sells . to that suspect drug dealin at all star liquor store. to george's liquor store. hell, to all 50,000 of them liquor stores .
from the funerals to the 15andahalf year old babyshowers . i kiss my city softly & pull the trigger .
he went to crenshaw
im not the 'typical catch' i presume .
im no martha stewart ; i can only cook tacos & breakfast . cause that's what i eat . i mean, they are some kick anus tacos & my breakfast sandwiches will make you exhale bliss . but at the same time, im no susie homemaker ...
when i was fifteen, i met a guy ... he went to crenshaw high. we chilled and listened to hip hop together . he told me it was sexy when i grooved to 'good' music . he said it was cool how i knew lyrics ...& then i blushed . now, blushing is an art . it's either shallow and insecure with a hint of lust . or, blushing is the spirit's embrace of someone understanding who you are. he understood . from that point , i knew that was my "susiehomemakergetthef*ckouttahere" catch .
the catch isn't my love for music, or my 'homegirl' tendencies . its my 'me' . i love to dress up and put on make-up, i love kanye like he's my left foot . i like to do my hair . i like to watch the dallas cowboys . i shop heavyyyy . but i like to egg people's houses back home ...imma jigzaw mess, but its my 'catch' .
im no martha stewart ; i can only cook tacos & breakfast . cause that's what i eat . i mean, they are some kick anus tacos & my breakfast sandwiches will make you exhale bliss . but at the same time, im no susie homemaker ...
when i was fifteen, i met a guy ... he went to crenshaw high. we chilled and listened to hip hop together . he told me it was sexy when i grooved to 'good' music . he said it was cool how i knew lyrics ...& then i blushed . now, blushing is an art . it's either shallow and insecure with a hint of lust . or, blushing is the spirit's embrace of someone understanding who you are. he understood . from that point , i knew that was my "susiehomemakergetthef*ckouttahere" catch .
the catch isn't my love for music, or my 'homegirl' tendencies . its my 'me' . i love to dress up and put on make-up, i love kanye like he's my left foot . i like to do my hair . i like to watch the dallas cowboys . i shop heavyyyy . but i like to egg people's houses back home ...imma jigzaw mess, but its my 'catch' .
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