My Favorite Books

  • The Autobiography of Malcolm X
  • Perfect Timing by Brenda Jackson
  • The Secret Life of Marilyn Monroe by J. Randy Taraborrelli
  • The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
  • The Giver by Lois Lowry
  • The entire Harry Potter Series
  • The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom
  • Dying for Revenge by Eric Jerome Dickey
  • What Happened to Lani Garver by Carol Plum-Ucci
  • Midnight by Sista Souljah

Monday, May 24, 2010

Following Up With the Suspense

      Janelle, practiced in camouflagin emotions, kept her face blank at her sister's revelation. What does she know? There's no way she would let a man like Marlon go without concrete evidence. All of these things ran through her mind in a matter of seconds as her mouth moved to ask, "why, what happened?"
      Tara sighed, not wanting to relive the awful memory of finding the panties, and the fight that followed after. But she needed to tell Janelle. So she conceded and said, "he's cheating me."
      Janelle widened her eyes in fake surprise. "What? How did you find out?"
      "The tramp left her damn animal print thongs in my bed." Tara sneered at the thought and resisted the strong urge to grab her cigarette from the ashtray.
       Was I really that careless to leave underwear in my own sister's bed? I truly am slipping. "Well, what did Marlon say?" Janelle shrugged off her carelessness. She knew there was no way her sister would ever implicate her as the "other woman."
       "He just shrugged and told me they must be an old pair of mine."
        Oh yeah, way to explain that one away Marlon. 
        "Even if I could wrap my head around that explanation, there's no explaining the note I found in his jeans last week."
         This revelation made Janelle's blood run cold. She didn't write Marlon love notes. She barely even spoke to him outside of their physical trysts every week. Anger coursed through her veins making her temples throb. Or was it really anger? Love had never played a role in her fling with Marlon. But she was still in disbelief. Not only was he sleeping around on his wife, he was sleeping around on his mistress too. She frowned and leaned forward to comfort her sister, who now had tears pouring down her face.
         Tara could no longer hold it all in. She broke down once she was in her sister's embrace. To finally open up to the girl who had once been her best friend about the pain she had been feeling for months was a godsend. In her younger sister's arms, she felt for the first time in a long time, that things just might be okay.


Therapy 2007





This is a poem I wrote for me and a friend--- maybe it can help you pull through if you've been through something similar




These words are meant to inspire
When the tears at night aren’t doing their job,
And you can’t seem to hold yourself tight enough,
Turn to these words.
Wrapped in care,
Spoken with genuine love,
I just want these words to take care of you
Uplift that beautiful soul and put a smile on your face
Because I’m tired of seeing you cry.
It’s not much,
But its what kept me alive
When that emotional shit was eating me up inside
And all I really wanted to do was die
Yeah, the prospect was looking more inviting ever day.

First and foremost,
Know that you are beautiful
And no one is more important to you than you
Men can’t handle it
And girls who hate it call you a bitch
But
They don’t matter when you’re in a relationship with yourself
Loving you as much as you deserve
And I know its some dudes with a lot of nerve
Some who have made you compromise your purity and beauty
To be treated as something beneath a boy
Who doesn’t have the balls to feel like a man
Without taking something that doesn’t belong to him.
He may have gotten away with raping your physical
But never let that sick sucka think he got away with your soul
It’s the only thing that’s keeping you whole
And truth be told…
His sorry ass aint worth the tears.
Never give up on dreaming or living your life because of your fears
Don’t doubt your self-worth because somebody failed to see you
For the diamond in the rough that you really are
Take a look in the mirror to make sure you see yourself
For the special person you are
Don’t hold on to that hate in your heart
Realize forgiveness is the greatest place to start
If you don’t know how that goes,
just follow my example:

Dear Mr. Man who raped ME:

You probably thought you had me fooled
And you definitely didn’t think you’d be hearing from me so soon
Especially with this smile on my face
I came to terms with what you took away
But from that experience I gained so much more
Then whatever the hell you were going for
I’ve realized that I’m worthy of real love
Which will always be given from the man above
And if you can’t learn to respect me as a woman
Then be prepared to lose your rights as a human
Because I will no longer be silent.

I don’t hate you
And I don’t want to kill you
Though you deserve nothing less
Than the best
Cracking down on yo skull
With weighty boots…
But I got something better…
I forgive you…

Sincerely,
God’s Child

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Pure Comedy

I don't know if any of you have watched the show Tosh.0 on Comedy Central, but I catch a few of his clips on youtube every now and then. Here's one of my favorites dealing with "trust falls." Watch to the end, because that's the best part!!

watch his video on surprise trust falls here

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Katy Perry Flashes More Than Her Personality at the Met Ball

The always stunning Katy Perry stunned again on the red carpet at the Met Ball in her dress that literally lit up. And she paired it with Christian Louboutin heels, which you can never go wrong with! Keep that fabulous, original style coming Miss Katy and you could always kiss this particular girl! (wink, wink)

She has the classic, pin-up beauty and I just love it! What girl wouldn't want to give her a few kisses????

Eva Longoria is Beautiful

Just thought I would share this picture of the lovely Eva Longoria at the Met Ball. I don't know who made the dress, or shoes, or did her make-up, but she is rocking the hell out of all it. She has the kind of beauty that you can't even be mad at. You just have to stop, look, stare for five minutes, wish a little, and then smile. Hats off to you Miss Eva, you are doing the damn thing!