National Poetry Month…When Words Become Heartbeats

First Day of National Poetry Month is to write a lune…a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again.

 

 

prolix pleading of innocent prose
judge’s sentence…fifty
convicted of homicide by tongue

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lune ‪#‎NaPoWriMo‬

Prosperity By Syllabary

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Photo Credit: fineartamerica. com

I believe in the economy of words.

Their ability to bring an abundance of wealth to a single mother desperately trying to keep herself from drowning while working full-time, attending college full-time and raising her children well.

Their temerity to keep count of the injustices around the globe and become a part of the movement that has and will continue to shake foundations…drastically.

Their preciseness to  guillotine systematically, those that attempt to maim ideas, energy, thought or unity within 12 seconds flat.

Their aptness to initiate emotions so deeply felt, that they remain trapped in the larynx when reciprocity isn’t necessary.

National Poetry Month begins tomorrow and the love, mystery, hate, affair, laughter, thoughtfulness of words will be on full display.

There will be stories containing 500 characters of the alphabet or just one….and we will buy into those tiny characters with hopes of gaining more than our mental bank accounts can fully handle.

I believe in the economy of words.

 

Spring; The Real New Year Resolution

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Photo Credit: iboly akapta.com

As tradition would have it, The New Year is celebrated at the stroke of midnight on January 1st. As “Auld Lang Syne” plays in the background, confetti falls through the air and you kiss the person you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with; all of the things you want to accomplish in the coming year (and let’s be honest, all of the things you did not accomplish the past year) is your new goal.

You have the list written out and you do it in good faith, that you are going to try even harder this year. As reality and life begins to set in, it is possible the list becomes more of a death sentence than the birth of a new beginning.

As the season has changed and Spring has begun to share its pleasant wind, plentiful sunshine and blooming flowers; it is the perfect time for new beginnings or…new resolutions.

Take time to breathe in a little deeper.

Listen to children laugh as they play, a little longer.

Walk around your neighborhood a little slower.

Write a handwritten love letter a little more often.

Play outside in the rain for a little while.

Make your previous  list into a beautiful vision board for a little motivation.

Spring is the time for rebirth, rejuvenation, resurrection, regrowth, and reintroduction. Plant new seeds of resolutions this spring and watch the bountiful harvest of your life reveal itself.

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Photo Credit: sprituallyharvest .com

Two People, Ten Rules and One Basket of Foolishness

I just watched this movie for the umpteenth time and wanted to share this article again. Amazing, how the more things change, the more they stay the same. Enjoy.

The Audacity Of Her

Vivica Fox, Mo'nique, Wendy Raquel Robinson, and Tamala Jones in "Two Can Play That Game" Photo Credit: trends.gelo.xyz Vivica Fox, Mo’nique, Wendy Raquel Robinson, and Tamala Jones in “Two Can Play That Game”.  Photo Credit: trends.gelo.xyz

Back in 2001, there was this little jewel released in the movie theaters by the name of “Two Can Play That Game”. During this time movies that catered to the black community and showcased many black actresses and actors were arriving it seemed, every other week. Featuring an overflowing basket of acting talent that included Vivica A. Fox Morris Chestnut, Wendy Raquel Robinson, Anthony Anderson, Monique, and Tamala Jones, “Two Can Play That Game” is a movie that was predestined to be a hit because it covered the relationship blueprint that is enacted when a man does something that makes a woman question whether or not, he is really “the one” for her. I will admit, this movie is one of my all-time favorites. I can quote chapter, verses and wardrobe selection…

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The Curious Case of R. Kelly and Black Women Who Make Excuses For Him

R. Kelly Mug Shot from Sexual Misconduct with a minor
Robert S. Kelly’s  2002 Mug Shot Photo Credit: blogs. villagevoice.com

Kells. The R. Robert. The Piped Piper. The last name’s irony should not be left unchecked.  Robert Kelly performed on The Soul Train Music Awards last night. They actually gave him the “honor” of  closing the show. Usually, something designated for a great and popular talent, which many, many, many years ago Kelly would have been seen in that light with no questions asked. However, I do have questions or maybe they are just rhetorical thoughts coming out as WTH.

The Soul Train Awards was a pretty great show this year. The performances were on point and the tributes to Babyface were memorable. ( Who knew he wrote ” Tender Roni”?) Erykah Badu done an amazing job as host and the audience seem to be enjoying themselves. (Although, it was puzzling to me how our sister Erykah could shade the dead horse named Iggy Azalea, yet stand next to Kelly on the stage at the end of the award show like they were  old pals, high fiving and everything.)  About 15 minutes before the end of the show, there is a blurb that R. Kelly’s performance was up next and I promptly changed the channel on my television. Robert Kelly gets none of my viewing minutes because just in case anyone has forgotten, this is the human that peed on underage girls, groomed underage girls like Creepy McCreepers expertly do, video taped those atrocious and vile things he perpetrated on the underage girls and then two-stepped himself right out of court with the magic of money, great lawyers and blind fandom.

R. Kelly and Erykah Badu on stage at The Soul Train Music Awards. Photo Credit: bet .com
R. Kelly and Erykah Badu on stage at The Soul Train Music Awards. Photo Credit: bet .com

And yet, last night across the sands of Black Twitter, were black women using 140 characters to shake their shoulders to the musical stylings of R. Kelly. Some even stating , they are conflicted by his known past behavior. But, they can’t stop dancing or they know he  did these disgusting things to young girls. But hey, they grew up to his music, so he gets a pass for the next 5 minutes. Say Huh?

Since those tapes were revealed in 2002, black women young and old have been coming to Robert Kelly’s defense and in the same breath saying they KNOW it was him in the video.  They will come up with any excuse about why they still say, ” Seems Like Your Ready”  is their jam. ” Those girls just wanted to be with a star.” or “Their parents knew what was going on.” Ironically, these are the same women who were lightning quick to check Michael B. Jordan for using the word, “female” or protest the use an ill-advised meme stating the tired claim of “angry black woman”.  Nonetheless, curiously singing along to a R. Kelly song and bragging about it is…okay.

I don’t expect B.E.T to know better and apparently we cannot count on Centric, the channel that purports itself to be ” The First Network Designed For Black Women”; WAIT, read those words slowly out loud one mo’ gen THE.  FIRST. NETWORK. DESIGNED. FOR. BLACK. WOMEN. to not have Robert Kelly singing on a stage filled with black women to an audience full of black women as if 2002 never happened. As if in 2013, The Village Voice did not publish an excellent in-depth expose’ on Kelly’s tangled web of predatory acts. As if, there were not pictures of Robert and a young girl “which allegedly depicted Kelly “involved in sexual conduct with the female minor”  found on Kelly’s camera during a search warrant. As if when his last album was released and #AskRKelly did not get him drugged through Twitter with a quickness. I’m willing to bet the entire farm, that some of the same women who participated in the #AskRKelly slay-age were dancing and singing in their living rooms last night while he performed.

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Centric. Photo Credit: lockerdome. com

Let me put this as plain as possible; if you were rocking or singing along to Robert Kelly’s music last night, you should look yourself in the mirror a little bit longer tonight. If you posted on social media last night that you were “jam’n”, “shoulder shaking”, “head nod’n” or toe tapping to Robert Kelly’s music last night, you should question whether you would think he was pivotal in your music upbringing if that was your sister, niece or daughter in those videos. If you have used your voice, whether it be auditory or written to say at any point, Black Women Matter, you should be ashamed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Olivia Pope.

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Photo Credit: scandalmoments. com

Livy.

Cunning. Sad. Decision maker. Olivia Pope. The creator of all things gladiator, knows what the leeches of the media are thinking before they process their thought themselves. Her ability to get ahead of a pending crisis, whether she agrees with the morals or not has allowed her to consider everything handled.

She has recruited a team who are skilled and most importantly, loyal. Thus, they are willing to protect her at all cost. There is no doubt that she adores them. Nonetheless, she also recruited a team who are flawed in ways she is able to mold, control and dictate. Though her love for them is assuredly deep, she holds trump cards that can be used to destroy them if need be.

In the process of creating a president, she created a man who can destroy her in a couple of sentences. Even though she instinctively craves that destruction. Love for her is defined with four words…despair, tears, pain and untouchable. Part of Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III’s attraction is she can never fully have him. Some moments she has surrendered herself to him and seen love through his eyes. Yet, she then wakes up and embraces reality. Therefore, fixing him is more alluring than loving him. However, never underestimate Ms. Pope’s power. After all, they do not let just anyone ride in the Presidential helicopter.