Let me be your favorite nightmare/ Close your eyes and I'll be right there
Thanksgiving.
I feel like the little Somalian child that finally got fed. No offense to the Somalians.
I went to my mom's new place. Ate lots of soul food. Candied yams, mac and cheese, fried chicken, collard greens, potato salad and of course turkey (which I don't think officially constitutes soul food). My crazy Aunt DeeDee stayed with us and made the dinner oh-so-ghetto. Some of the best Aunt DeeDee quotes of the night:
"WHEN DID YOU BECOME A WHITE WOMAN?" -to my mother
"I TELL HIM DON'T BE BRINGING HOME THEM WHITE PEOPLE MOVIES. I CAN'T RELATE."
"I LIVE IN A DUPLEX." (truth: she lives in a rundown apartment)
"LET ME GO TO THE BATHROOM FIRST TO MAKE ROOM FOR DINNER" (said 5 minutes before we sit down to eat)
i think everyone should invite over their relatives who have been addicted to some sort of hard drug in their life.
we saw "Ray" and I cried like a bitch. I'm glad I can see. My respect for Jamie Fox? Up eight points.
Later....
I said "Hello" but what I meant was "I forgive you."
Wine out of his glasses always tastes smoother.
His feet are still ugly. But his flaws are as flawless as I remember.
Did I mention how perfect it is to wake up in a big t-shirt that doesn't belong to you?
Common's Like Water For Chocolate playing in the next room. And here I am- being needed by somone finally.
I braided his hair. I braided my hair. We two looked like the most pleasant thugz ever.
I kissed him on the cheek, knowing it would probably be the last time and i COULD stop thinking about him if I wanted to because I'm in control this time. And one day i WILL stop thinking about him but he has taught me more lessons about the nature of life and love and ME that I'm glad I let him hurt me if only for the fact that I value these things today.
I NEVER LOVED HIM. I ALWAYS NEEDED HIM. thank you sean.
I will not write a poem about this. I will not write a poem about this.
I've decided I am going to let myself go. I complain so much about wanting a man, but I was still willing to hold onto a lucid dream that never meant anything to begin with. I gave myself to someone who didn't need me and rejected those that did.
I know it's corny, but that Kelly Clarkson song has been playing in my head because it should be my theme song:
"miss independant, miss self sufficient, miss keep-you-distance/.... then oohhh she fell in love"
I used to kick so much ass.
I also came to the conclusion that knees are awkward and unecessary and I don't know what prompted God to create them. They only get in the way. It's almost indecent.
I feel like the little Somalian child that finally got fed. No offense to the Somalians.
I went to my mom's new place. Ate lots of soul food. Candied yams, mac and cheese, fried chicken, collard greens, potato salad and of course turkey (which I don't think officially constitutes soul food). My crazy Aunt DeeDee stayed with us and made the dinner oh-so-ghetto. Some of the best Aunt DeeDee quotes of the night:
"WHEN DID YOU BECOME A WHITE WOMAN?" -to my mother
"I TELL HIM DON'T BE BRINGING HOME THEM WHITE PEOPLE MOVIES. I CAN'T RELATE."
"I LIVE IN A DUPLEX." (truth: she lives in a rundown apartment)
"LET ME GO TO THE BATHROOM FIRST TO MAKE ROOM FOR DINNER" (said 5 minutes before we sit down to eat)
i think everyone should invite over their relatives who have been addicted to some sort of hard drug in their life.
we saw "Ray" and I cried like a bitch. I'm glad I can see. My respect for Jamie Fox? Up eight points.
Later....
I said "Hello" but what I meant was "I forgive you."
Wine out of his glasses always tastes smoother.
His feet are still ugly. But his flaws are as flawless as I remember.
Did I mention how perfect it is to wake up in a big t-shirt that doesn't belong to you?
Common's Like Water For Chocolate playing in the next room. And here I am- being needed by somone finally.
I braided his hair. I braided my hair. We two looked like the most pleasant thugz ever.
I kissed him on the cheek, knowing it would probably be the last time and i COULD stop thinking about him if I wanted to because I'm in control this time. And one day i WILL stop thinking about him but he has taught me more lessons about the nature of life and love and ME that I'm glad I let him hurt me if only for the fact that I value these things today.
I NEVER LOVED HIM. I ALWAYS NEEDED HIM. thank you sean.
I will not write a poem about this. I will not write a poem about this.
I've decided I am going to let myself go. I complain so much about wanting a man, but I was still willing to hold onto a lucid dream that never meant anything to begin with. I gave myself to someone who didn't need me and rejected those that did.
I know it's corny, but that Kelly Clarkson song has been playing in my head because it should be my theme song:
"miss independant, miss self sufficient, miss keep-you-distance/.... then oohhh she fell in love"
I used to kick so much ass.
I also came to the conclusion that knees are awkward and unecessary and I don't know what prompted God to create them. They only get in the way. It's almost indecent.