125 days since the earthquake in Haiti!

It's been 125 days since the tragic earthquake in Haiti. I would like to take this time to say that despite this being so tragic there is beauty in struggle no matter how many times we repeat this It Is always true! I need to see the beauty not from just individuals, but the community as a whole. Though many may not feel obligated, and I'm definitely not saying you should but think about new Orleans and Katrina; this is the same thing we are perpetuating through our actions. i would like to give thanks and light to those who continue to give hope to victims and families.

I decide to ask my friends about what they think about the aftermath of Haiti; this is what Tamara E, a Haitian-American who still has family that remains in Haiti had to say;"No one is doing anything because they don't care about anyone but themselves because the world is so big everyone stick amongst themselves and when they do try to give a helping hand they start protest, blog about it, tweet it and after a month everyone goes to their normal lives. I went to this convention w/ Haiti ambassador and so many other big people and they said they collected $10Billion for Haiti but they have no one to hand the money to so they can start the preparation process in repairing little Haiti."

A 95 year old woman receives her HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMA!!! recently my aunt has been attending GED classes and I believe that it is more than beautiful when ppl take advantage of education not only for their individual endeavors but holistically. The essence of it all just brings tears to my eyes. My mother still hasn't received her diploma and it pains me at the thought that she will never have the experience to do so, i commend this "young woman" for her perseverance and the way her story soothes my heart.

At age 95, she finally gets high school diploma
Nonagenarian graduates 77 years after Great Depression closed her school

By Michael Inbar
TODAYshow.com contributor
updated 10:01 a.m. ET, Tues., May 25, 2010
There was a bit more pomp and considerably more circumstance than usual at the Falkville High School graduation ceremonies Monday night. Marching alongside the fresh-faced Alabama seniors ready to make their way in the world was 95-year-old Earlene Harvey-Morris, whose own dreams of a diploma were snatched away from her 77 years ago.

“This is just something I never thought would happen,” Harvey-Morris told the Falkville class of 2010, who adopted her and made her an honorary class member. Her fellow graduates were making amends to a woman affected by the Great Depression in the 1930s. Faced with an insurmountable budget crunch, Falkville High School was shuttered just months before she was scheduled to graduate in May 1933.

*to read more on this womans story click the attached link;http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/37333282/ns/today-today_people?Gt1=43001

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This is by far the most difficult piece I've had to write.I was, and I'm still unable to express my feeings about my grandmother on paper. I olove her with all my heart, mind, body, and soul in sismle terms!

Afraid of your demise
Heart on a high speed pursuit
Tractor trailer that won’t tip over
10 commandments in the iris of your smile

She makes me want to be a saint
It hurts to sin

Words like whiplashes
Broke you down like a fried bible
Watched you burn into the shape of a coffin

I would cut my heart out for her
Place it in the split of a cocoon
I am no where close to perfection




And this poem will never truly be the scripture of my love to you written on the inside of my blood vessels
It hurts to even write these words
I want to break the tip of my nails
Draw your name in with my blood
I’m an Egyptian slave trying to leave love stories for the next woman who will bare pain
I want her to understand that there is always beauty in pain

Like how the tips of your fingers are consolations
Guide me mama
Teach me how to forgive like how the lord teaches you that my heart is a broken cradle rocking
Repair me
Forgive me once more

She still loves me and I hate her for it
I am the devil to her god
Pounced fist against the legends of her maps
Took advantage of an old woman
Too selfish to realize she was only reaching out to mend my broken existence
That’s what grandmothers do
Love you when devil has taken your soul
Resurrect you like Christ
She is a godly woman
So I know no matter how much it hurts her to love me she always will

This piece was written specifically in connection to domestic violence. The images and storyline were drawn from a story a friend of mine shared with me, after being punched in the eye after a party by a male


he was never her lover
never her father
nor her brother
but right fist hit left eye
hazel colored pupils never glistened so beautiful through bloodshot colored skin
my right leg shook hitting classroom table
we asked her what happened
"well, i was havin' a fight wit shorty and he jumped in and hit me"

he was never her lover
never her father
nor her brother
but if he was ever fortunate to hold her in his arms he would beat her soul
till blood vessels screamed her name

us women are precious
they seem to be amused by our jewels so they feel no need to preserve us
forgetting that our umbilical cord are their oxygen mask
our wombs hold no compartments due to their frequent flier miles
they must of never felt pain
i can only imagine that the impact of his hit
it must of been worst than child's birth
because we don't cover our children with sunglasses only abused eyes in shame

you fondled with death so now hes left hanging on to the water held in stems of dandelions left on her tombstone

so, its been about 6 years that my Cousin has passed, and after a certain period of time I wasn't able to express emotions are remorse. I felt like I was betraying him and empty inside. Recently I was watching a move and a mother lost her daughter. The way she expressed her emotion, not only by crying but she continued to question why and how. This emotional scene brought tears to my ears and I just broke. this is a piece that developed out of this moment

Before
Do you dream when you die. .
They scripture technician onto you coffin
And I wonder were you too afraid to install a wheel barrow into the edges of your casket
I wanted to shoot out nuclear rays of my heart
Cremate your ashes into the veins of my body
I wanted to hold you one last time
Gasp danger into the rungs of my lungs as we fight off fishes gouging at our eyes
They say that you should have listened
But I know that you’re in heaven
Can you still see me with water marinated pupils?
I love you
And right now I know that you may be crying tears of joy at me
But, seriously
I love you Ratty
I want to feel what it’s like to fight with death so that your memory never fades in my mind every time I hear of someone dying
When I look into her eyes I see you
Corners where matta once filled
Now wide open like a bats wings
I know that you are still here
Plz don’t think I've forgotten about you
I haven’t
After
I cried last night
Body perspiring like rockaway
Split my tongue like a current splitting lifeless bones
Silence held underneath the bitter salt of my taste buds
I never said I loved you
Walked along your golden sanctuary never observing your infrascture only your brown fields
You’re a god
And it took death for me to notice

I cried last night
Not the way I wanted to
But the way life wanted me to
Gaia never understood how death could haunt a human being
Only told me to pick up the pieces and move on
Instead I tried to build an infrascture form shattered glass
I want to see your face again

He was born with wings
But instead flapped with lit candle sticks on his back
Tried to mend the broken pieces of every vertebrate
And we remember him like a blind man catching light in the iris of his pupil
Eyes close
*This is till a piece in editing! Please feel free to give your thoughts and comments <3

This is apiece that I have never performed but I would love to. This is another poem about my mother, Particularly I feel like this one shows my growth not just as a writer but has a human being. Please feel free at any time to leave your thoughts and feelings!

Title: Don’t believe them mommy
I want to hold you
But you are too broken
The pieces will penetrate fingertips like broken acrylic tips
What once appeared to be the American dream is only poverty
The smell of Ackee and salt fish pours freedom through her veins more the sound of an inked treble clef on a musician’s left hand

Leaking rooms replace boarded windows on rainy nights in the gully side
Nails pasted to wooden floors replace splinters
I once heard her fight off worms eating at her heart
Now I hear the screams of satin’s army in her voice

They are desperate
Hoping with each breath they fog the lens of her glasses
They are desperate
Desperate to blind her from the truth
Don’t believe them mommy

Take off your glasses
Your eyes don’t need to witness pain
Listen to it in my voice
Anger doesn’t erase reality
This life of destitute sucks
Poverty isn’t struggle
Its violence
I want to hold you
But you are too broken

Hey, Its been long and I am back again! Recently mothers day passed, and one of my dearest friend is a "Teenage Mother". The way that I wanted to show her gratification was through what I love to do;WRITE! This is for her

Title: Who says teenage mothers don’t know how to love/05-09-2010
You are the most loving human being
No need for metaphors and similes
That’s what makes you even more beautiful than you are
You have never been the one for words
I’m guessing that’s why we never met before

Jesse’s ear is a seashell ringing at 7:30 mass
She is neither saint nor sinner
Heaven has always felt the halo illuminating before a fetus was ever born
His lullabies have been born more times than the sun has risen
Who says teenage mothers don’t know how to love

You are yellow are purple sunset making love to the moon in day
Pinto bean tacos
And art projects
You are a masterpiece

You’re a great mother
The way you caress CJ’s hair as if his roots are pendulums
You can’t help that he’s growing up so fast
You’re a 21st century telegram
To his ear with nothing but stars on your taste buds to feed him dreams

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Talent or hard work?

so, check it I'm on facebook and come across this link of 2 guys singing. I take a listen, It was better than the chirping of birds against the wind of the ocean's current (yeh, that good). anyways, to avoid too much reading their names are PASSION and MELVIN!

* I urge u to check out the other videos.