I NEED A POEM
Hi. I am so tired of boys. I really am. I am tired of liking people. It's so painful. I kind of knew when I first got this crush it wasn't going to end well. So I have decided to forget boys. I don't want to write about them in my journal anymore. I don't want to make any more efforts. I am tired of being in pain about everything in my life and this is one of those things I can just let go.
The Blacks have invited me to do more stuff with them. That's kind of cool after they ignore me and pretend they don't really know me or think I am capable of anything. Then they saw me in a play, then they saw me do my spoken word, and all of a sudden they realized I am something and now it's my decision to decide if I want to work with them. I do, because I am tired of Black people not doing anything and not really being a community, and hurting each other. So I have to take the high road in order to make a difference even though I don't want to.
Last night was closing. The play went really well, and now I have too much free time, but I don't because now I have to do all the things I couldn't do before because I didn't have time. I came home at 3 this morning. I am a little tired. My cousins were here and I love them but I couldn't really enjoy them because there was too little time and I had so much to do.
I am getting a puppy next weekend. This will make me so much happier. I need something. Mos Depp died...did I tell you Journalesto Fans that? I cried and cried. I have had Mos Depp since I moved in this house. He didn't even float he was so cool. He looked like he usually does when he is napping in his corner. Like he died in his sleep he was so cool.
I just want to hear a poem. I just want to write a poem.
By the way Catherine, I don't know if I told you but I love Suheir Muhammad. I tried to get you to watch her do some poems because I own Def Poetry Jam, so I am glad you have had the chance to discover her.
I want a poem.
I have to go. I am sort of sad, and I need to go accomplish changing the world.
**Twinkling
The Blacks have invited me to do more stuff with them. That's kind of cool after they ignore me and pretend they don't really know me or think I am capable of anything. Then they saw me in a play, then they saw me do my spoken word, and all of a sudden they realized I am something and now it's my decision to decide if I want to work with them. I do, because I am tired of Black people not doing anything and not really being a community, and hurting each other. So I have to take the high road in order to make a difference even though I don't want to.
Last night was closing. The play went really well, and now I have too much free time, but I don't because now I have to do all the things I couldn't do before because I didn't have time. I came home at 3 this morning. I am a little tired. My cousins were here and I love them but I couldn't really enjoy them because there was too little time and I had so much to do.
I am getting a puppy next weekend. This will make me so much happier. I need something. Mos Depp died...did I tell you Journalesto Fans that? I cried and cried. I have had Mos Depp since I moved in this house. He didn't even float he was so cool. He looked like he usually does when he is napping in his corner. Like he died in his sleep he was so cool.
I just want to hear a poem. I just want to write a poem.
By the way Catherine, I don't know if I told you but I love Suheir Muhammad. I tried to get you to watch her do some poems because I own Def Poetry Jam, so I am glad you have had the chance to discover her.
I want a poem.
I have to go. I am sort of sad, and I need to go accomplish changing the world.
**Twinkling