breast cancer is a diagnosis , not a life prediction .
a lot of Americans have known someone with breast cancer . people always think it cant happen to them . please dont be so naive . check up on yourself , be aware :)
10.31.2009
simple .
im just a girl .
a girl who likes the feel of thick books in her palms .
liberating that the inner most thoughts of a "certain someone" is in her posession .
holding on hand under and one on top ... thanking God for "text" .
a girl who loves food .
the sound our mouths make when we chew steak . the circular movement of the lips to tear at the meat .the juice , the "mmm" feeling of A1 sauce on the inside of our left cheek .
a girl who couldnt live without music .
simply unexplainable .
a girl who has unrelented hope in love .
a hug to relieve adversity . a public display of affection . a heartfelt secret . the feeling that she'll do anything to make the other person happy .
im just a girl .
a girl who knows more than she should .
she's seen some things . she's felt some things . most importantly, she understands change . who's "sexy" today, is "old news" the next . some people who are here today, can be gone tomorrow . interests change . mentalities change . things change .
im just a girl . a woman on a good day
a girl who likes the feel of thick books in her palms .
liberating that the inner most thoughts of a "certain someone" is in her posession .
holding on hand under and one on top ... thanking God for "text" .
a girl who loves food .
the sound our mouths make when we chew steak . the circular movement of the lips to tear at the meat .the juice , the "mmm" feeling of A1 sauce on the inside of our left cheek .
a girl who couldnt live without music .
simply unexplainable .
a girl who has unrelented hope in love .
a hug to relieve adversity . a public display of affection . a heartfelt secret . the feeling that she'll do anything to make the other person happy .
im just a girl .
a girl who knows more than she should .
she's seen some things . she's felt some things . most importantly, she understands change . who's "sexy" today, is "old news" the next . some people who are here today, can be gone tomorrow . interests change . mentalities change . things change .
im just a girl . a woman on a good day
the show .
welcome to the family :
my grandma's sister doin the "dougie" at the wedding reception .
playing dance dance revolution in my cousin's room with my auntie .
my uncle's plate of food stacked high as the ceiling .
my grandparents- telling stories about how they fell in love . chicago . mississippi . georgia .
my cousins ...all gazillion of us , talking all at once , creating ourselves by the conversation .
the elders who get to eat first & remind us all the time why they can :)
the infants . the ones who are just arriving . blessed to be entered into a great clan .
my aunt, who asks, "where's the nearest casino?" .
the cousin who always brings his newest girlfriend .
my aunts who laugh & whisper in the corner about her ?
my brother ...the silent strength who watches and smirks warmly at the chaos we are .
the men : uncles, husbands, dad's, and brothers who sit outside and watch the game on the TV , filling up the air with their deep voices .
my grandma's sister doin the "dougie" at the wedding reception .
playing dance dance revolution in my cousin's room with my auntie .
my uncle's plate of food stacked high as the ceiling .
my grandparents- telling stories about how they fell in love . chicago . mississippi . georgia .
my cousins ...all gazillion of us , talking all at once , creating ourselves by the conversation .
the elders who get to eat first & remind us all the time why they can :)
the infants . the ones who are just arriving . blessed to be entered into a great clan .
my aunt, who asks, "where's the nearest casino?" .
the cousin who always brings his newest girlfriend .
my aunts who laugh & whisper in the corner about her ?
my brother ...the silent strength who watches and smirks warmly at the chaos we are .
the men : uncles, husbands, dad's, and brothers who sit outside and watch the game on the TV , filling up the air with their deep voices .
"the hole" , this is where it takes place ...where the kids play in the yard. where we live !
the henessy & eggnog . the naughty jokes & all the other things that we arent "meant to hear" .
the prayer . the praise . the thankfulness in our union as a family .
the henessy & eggnog . the naughty jokes & all the other things that we arent "meant to hear" .
the prayer . the praise . the thankfulness in our union as a family .
those silences .
when the room remembers my mom's wide smile or terren's
light-hearted laugh .
loud, silent, crazy, tamed, rude & polite, in
your face, fun , protective, sincere, and real ...
we're family .
10.30.2009
windows .
there's something you need to understand .
eyes truely are the window to the soul .
some windows need wiping to see more clearly .
some glass shows our reflection and we need to get over ourselves .
yes, it can be hard to see at times .
but nevertheless ... eyes are windows .
my eyes .
the retina is broken .
i can barely see what use to be light .
your eyes .
your choroid is strong enough for both ....
willing to absorb the light that i cannot .
my eyes .
small little windows,
too small even for alice after the "drink me" .
your eyes .
windows big & grand .
bare, bright and vulnerable ...
if you were ever given the chance ...
you would see my determination , my ambition, my strength . you would see the weight of my chest when i held a grown man's head in comfort . you can see conversations ive had to bring friends out of life or death . you can see the care for the people i love . the primal beast that's willing to protect them . you would see my ingredients .
when i look in yours ...
i see the thirst to be something great . i see the yearning to take care of the ones you love, but have something for yourself . i see sunflower fields . i see a protective power . i see mahogany . passion . a strive for security . i can see the weight of the world on your shoulders . i see your pinch of that, half a cup of this .
song : N.E.R.D - window
eyes truely are the window to the soul .
some windows need wiping to see more clearly .
some glass shows our reflection and we need to get over ourselves .
yes, it can be hard to see at times .
but nevertheless ... eyes are windows .
my eyes .
the retina is broken .
i can barely see what use to be light .
your eyes .
your choroid is strong enough for both ....
willing to absorb the light that i cannot .
my eyes .
small little windows,
too small even for alice after the "drink me" .
your eyes .
windows big & grand .
bare, bright and vulnerable ...
if you were ever given the chance ...
you would see my determination , my ambition, my strength . you would see the weight of my chest when i held a grown man's head in comfort . you can see conversations ive had to bring friends out of life or death . you can see the care for the people i love . the primal beast that's willing to protect them . you would see my ingredients .
when i look in yours ...
i see the thirst to be something great . i see the yearning to take care of the ones you love, but have something for yourself . i see sunflower fields . i see a protective power . i see mahogany . passion . a strive for security . i can see the weight of the world on your shoulders . i see your pinch of that, half a cup of this .
song : N.E.R.D - window
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