a funny joke . thanks scott lol .

Joe took his blind date to the carnival. "What would you like to do first, Kim?" asked Joe.

"I want to get weighed," she said. They ambled over to the weight guesser. He guessed 120 pounds. She got on the scale; it read 117 and she won a prize.

Next, the couple went on the Ferris Wheel. When the ride was over, Joe again asked Kim what she would like to do.

"I want to get weighed," she said.

Back to the weight guesser they went. Since they had been there before, he guessed her correct weight, and Joe lost his dollar.

The couple walked around the carnival and again he asked where to next. "I want to get weighed," she responded.

By this time, Joe figured she was really weird and took her home early, dropping her off with a handshake.

Her roommate, Laura, asked her about the blind date, "How'd it go?"

Kim responded, "Oh, Waura, it was wousy."

* just think about it ; lol my friends didnt get it the first time , smh .

check the 'other' box ?

before color wheels of skin complexion .
before genitalia stigmas .
before 'declined' & 'approved' worries ...

is a heartbeat that skips into and out of the planes of humanity . regardless of the places we come from, the battles of the sexes, and cultures we derive from, it is important to recognize that we are human first . i attend a Historically Black College (which usually acts as fertilizer to reap the sprouting speculations of society). nevertheless, my matriculation through Spelman has given me a better perspective on the concept of human existence than ever before .

we often claim that we do not want to be labeled. psh, "labels" are the cornerstone & comfort zone of mankind . cool kids . nerds . athlete . Black. Asian. Vegetarian. Metrosexual. Muslim. Negro. Irish. pretty. intellectual. rich. lower class. 'Artsy'. blonds & brunettes. Ghetto. Christian (and all fifty thousand protestant categories that fall in line). we construct our lives on the basis of these labels ... because everyone wants a sense of

B E L O N G I N G .

I'm not saying it's wrong to identify with groups, i am saying however ... that we need to understand the worth and value behind every eye, heart, and voice . behind that red dot on a forehead, FUBU sweatshirt, bra, mustache, or pair of shades is a human . keep that in mind .

"If each man or woman could understand that every other human life is as full of sorrows, or joys, or base temptations, or heartaches and of remorse as his own ... how much kinder, how much gentler he would be" -William Allen White

swag .

The Black Ivy from Street Etiquette on Vimeo.

pouring out the last drops .

we just sit in puddles of hope
& pray that it won't drown us while we sleep .
and we pray for sanity as a parting gift to keep ...

Today, mrs. harper said that her daughter got into a car accident (just following her sickness that has her feeble) . she proclaimed, "i know they say that 'God won't put more on you than you can bear.' Well, I'm honored that God thinks so highly of me and my family ."

we swim within the waves of worry -
we seem to panic and gasp for air
wanting someone -ANYONE to hear us up there ...

Keyona found out that a guy that she was dating has a girlfriend back home . a girlfriend with a swollen womb that will POP come spring . she sighed, "i cried . not because he was an asshole ... but because i'm not sure if men are hopeless cases."

we micromanage our lives
because we know this life is quick,
fine-tuning every bolt, so the rusted ones can tick ...

I'm currently typing in my apartment lobby across from a young man . he has a full beard & mustache, but is also wearing a lace front wig . i guess times are changing ?

...but time won't change everything.

like that nostalgic tingling in my tummy ...
that i HATE .
& want to slit my stomach so the butterflies can fly away .
'cause i'm not who i was this time last year -
and i'm grateful for the people who love me
& still crave to be here ...

hugo bossin' . ♥

where steez meets intellect .
where sandpaper wonders across velvet .
that is you're waiting room .

"thanks for waiting, i'll be right with you shortly"
i'm not even shallow, but swag. baby, swag -
& im slipping through the slits of your eyes .

quite frankly, they make my inner chaos still .
oh, those windows ;
those slanted, dark brown windows that could bend brick houses if they wanted to .
thank God you had mercy on me .

those heavy eyes;
piercing . prying . and poking fun at my veiled heart .
you find my curtain humorous- you can still see my silhouetted soul .
not much is left to the imagination,
but i hold up my veil just in case .

& you listen hard to the sound in my lace delicates .
your imagination sinks down in my Levi dukes .
you peep the fly in my fingers ...
but dig my values even more -
ain't that what we want ?
insight into our inner ticking clocks ?