A Love Story

I will never forget the day I first saw him. He walked through the doors at Malcolm X Elementary School, downtown.

Light-skinned brotha.

I glanced and then quickly turned my eyes away. I could never have something so delicious.

He saw me. And smiled.

Heart starts pumping. I smiled back.

But of course, as a dummy, I turned away and looked right at my phone, texting the green-eyed monster.

hahaha. ok.ok. Ill stop. It was my now-ex boyfriend. He is not a monster. He is simply the guy who threw my heart out onto the street, stomped all over it, while spitting globs of deceit on it. hahaha. just kidding.

Looking back, he gave me nothing. And he took it when he left.

Who knew right then that this light-skinned brotha would be the Prince who sweeps me off my feet and plants me as his precious black rose in his secret garden, his heart.

And his name. Reggie.

...his love travels so deep inside me, I do not want to return from our journey. oh je t' aime.

lazy ass.

I never know what to write about. I just randomly type what comes to mind. And tonight, I have a lot of thoughts racing all over my swollen brain.

A lot has happened in my life and I am very thankful for it all. This statement sums it all:I have no complaints.

My life is going pretty well; I am able to pay off my students loans. Great accomplishment, huh?

But I realized one thing about myself, I am very lazy.

I could be one of the greatest people in the whole wide world, but I am just so damn lazy. Is it in my blood? Or is it just a one-man's disease?

I think one of the reasons why I am so damn lazy is because I am living in fear. I need to stop that. God has blessed me with so much talent. And I need to use it.

I need to stop putting it to waste. Just like you all.

You know, sometimes I feel like we are ALL lazy. Not using our God-given talents. Damn shame.
Imagine if God was too lazy to express His divine, Holy, graceful love and mercy unto us.

Worse: What if God was too lazy to bless us?

ha. if only we knew.

But we can only be lazy because we don't know the truth.
...if only we knew.

broken hearted

If you knew better, you would do better.
Right?

If that was the case, then why does life seems so... meaningless?

Why do men trash their beloved trophy wives?

Why do mothers rape the souls of their unborn offspring?

Why do women rot with self-hatred?

Why do little boys and little girls ignore their God?

These are questions that pump through my frazzled brain.

It's like eating nails when scrutinizing a possible cure for this worldly disease.

The world is a scary place.

Spit of hate sprawls everywhere.

Our children are dying, transforming into superficial creatures beyond their own will; not enduring their soft, warm red blood that dances through their tiny veins.

The same blood that races down the ragged cross as Jesus bled to death.

King Jesus died for us, so we will do better.

...If only we knew better.