10.30.08
Comfort zone
As the adage goes “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results” However when you get stuck in a habit you are afraid to try something new, but in order to truly bring about a change you must step out of your comfort zone and that’s what this poem is about
I am stepping out of my comfort zone
because I am tired of being alone
I’m going to do what I don’t normally do
I’m going to get my courage and approach you
i am stepping out of my comfort zone
I’m going to do what i don’t normally do
I’m going to get my courage and approach you
I’m going to say what’s been on my mind
I’m going to tell you that I think you’re so fine
I’m going to do what I don’t normally do
I’m going to say what’s been on my mind
I’m going to tell you that i think you’re so fine
You’re so different from what I’m used to
There are so many things I want to tell you
I’m going to say what’s on my mind
Your so different from what I’m used to
There are so many things i want to tell you
I must step out of my comfort zone
It’s so lonely here on my own
You’re so different from what I’m used to
I must step out of my comfort zone
It’s so lonely here on my own
I want to take a chance at you and me
For that to ever truly, be
I must step out of my comfort zone
10.26.08
Commonality
Emotionally Wound…
10.08.08
Like, INTEREST — Anticipating INTELLECT
Like a simile, I’ll reference thee
in a form that’s not like to shatter
but to be more, similar to…
the pleasure, congenial, agreeable
regard of favor, that makes both
you and I, inclined to feel
the power of such exciting concern,
the involvement in a matter of
primary interest, as you tell me
that you like my intellect
possessing with capacity, you-
profoundly found with pure ability
to think so abstractly, creating
an expectation of hop, like in music
when a tone, introduced before hand
lets just call it in advance
of its harmony, so that it sounds
against its proceeding chord–maybe just note
a person who uses
the mind to think so creatively
continually the stimuli between
our minds leaves, slight impressions,
foretaste, realization that there is
definitely some anticipation
the previous notion would suggest
simply that you like my intellect
as you anticipate — await with intuition
of what may possibly come to fruition
after only our second — surprise date
10.03.08
This woman’s worth
Do you ever wonder how much you’re worth? What about that degree you worked so hard for…did it translate into cold hard cash, dollars in your hopefully not Wachovia or Washington Mutual very very safe bank account? Or did it amount to just being another piece of wasteful paper increasing the size of your environmental footprint.
On another note what about you, yourself as a commodity; do you ever wonder how you would translate into dollars and sense or I guess if we worked on a barter system would you be the diamonds or the dog leash? How long do you think you would sit on the shelf? In these “harsh” economic times are black women like sub prime mortgages? Are we assets or a poor investment?
I cant help but feel as of late that black women particularly in California, a state known for its interracial dating and high number of mixed race people, are seen less and less as being desirable especially romantically and socially. As I find myself in more social situations where African Americans do not constitute the majority I wonder if I am the Lisa Turtle in the room. As much as we love our selves or proclaim we do I can’t help but feel like I, we, many black women are not considered a viable option. Could it be our fierce dedication to “our” men, or the fear we instill as SBW(strong black women) that leaves us high and dry?
While I reluctantly am beginning to realize that black women are not the first round draft picks of the dating world, when it comes to corporate America or the boardroom, professionally how do we fare? Personally I feel that you are much more likely to see a black female CEO, manager, HNIC than you would see for example a black woman dating outside of her race. Please correct me if I’m wrong, but whether that statistic is true or not, I think that perception, that black women are capable enough to run shit but do not make likely love interests, speaks volumes about our place on the desirability totem pole?
Good thing we black women age well and we just like McDonalds hamburger patties will essentially look the same in 12 years…yeah take that, take that!
Ms. Tina makes it look easy…i’ll let ya’ll guess which one is older.
