My husband is the quintessential black man....
Saturday morning breakfast in bed,
makes me feel rich like what we have should be called "black diamonds."
Its rare and amazing.
He makes me believe in God's love over and over and over again....
African Pride, standing on Maya's shoulders
Writings Inspired by life growth
©2011- Broken Wings Publishing
Sharing the oddities of my community and other personal thoughts(love, family, friends, spirituality, and addressing the complexities of my career and the power it takes to hold it all together).
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Poetry
You read me like I’m poetry,
Decode all of my heart wants,
Enjoying the beats of my needs
Even edit my mistakes like you’re Nikki G
Dotting my every “i,” and crossing every “t”
Baby, my thoughts just make sense
And it’s no longer just to me…
Whether they’re in rhythm like a rhyme
Or rambling like some prose
You turn my pages
And let the messages just flow into
Mental pictures of
A cohesive structure
I add one piece
And you definitely build another

My brother,
I’m smothered by your intimacy…
See it’s like when fiery trials hit temperatures of 202
We get down low and
Find life’s escape routes
Push past the pain,
All the hurts and wounds to
Indulge in a safety
Only free people can know
I’m not a fire fighter but you’re making me show
My Courage
See, I’m driving this thing called life and you’re my radio station search
Cause sometimes I’m lost but, you always work to
Keep my mind soothed
Locate my signal
And play the right grooves
So much so, and so on time that
You move my very being
Am I seeing double?
I know you’re my equal
My pages are being written, and I know you’re my sequel
Things are in the way, you know I can see straight through
To the moment in time where we’ve both won
Simply
Because
We’re
Just
One
Love
African Pride, standing on Maya's shoulders
Writings Inspired by life growth
©2009- Broken Wings Publishing
Decode all of my heart wants,
Enjoying the beats of my needs
Even edit my mistakes like you’re Nikki G
Dotting my every “i,” and crossing every “t”
Baby, my thoughts just make sense
And it’s no longer just to me…
Whether they’re in rhythm like a rhyme
Or rambling like some prose
You turn my pages
And let the messages just flow into
Mental pictures of
A cohesive structure
I add one piece
And you definitely build another
My brother,
I’m smothered by your intimacy…
See it’s like when fiery trials hit temperatures of 202
We get down low and
Find life’s escape routes
Push past the pain,
All the hurts and wounds to
Indulge in a safety
Only free people can know
I’m not a fire fighter but you’re making me show
My Courage
See, I’m driving this thing called life and you’re my radio station search
Cause sometimes I’m lost but, you always work to
Keep my mind soothed
Locate my signal
And play the right grooves
So much so, and so on time that
You move my very being
Am I seeing double?
I know you’re my equal
My pages are being written, and I know you’re my sequel
Things are in the way, you know I can see straight through
To the moment in time where we’ve both won
Simply
Because
We’re
Just
One
Love
African Pride, standing on Maya's shoulders
Writings Inspired by life growth
©2009- Broken Wings Publishing
Free
To me
You're still a stranger
Though you held me
Much longer than anyone I've ever known
Though you've touched me in places I didn't even know existed
And you make me melt like icicles on the tongue
It's even stranger how you could possibly know
How to make me smile non-artificial smiles
When I know you couldn't handle the real me
It's like I'm happy I met you that day
And I'm happy I let you that night
Or Maybe
You can explain the strange feelings
That posses me
Capture and trap me
When I feel you're in the vicinity of the room
I am about to be in
Man, you gotta know me
Maybe I was your chocolate Cinderella
And we made love in unconscious worlds
Where fairies exist in multitudes
And whispers were interludes between each thoughtless breath
It's strange how you warm me
Like grandma's quilt or grandma's tea
Or maybe I find it strange
That you're the man I needed you to be
For just that night,
to feel open
to feel free.
African Pride, standing on Maya's shoulders
Writings Inspired by life growth
©2001- Broken Wings Publishing
You're still a stranger
Though you held me
Much longer than anyone I've ever known
Though you've touched me in places I didn't even know existed
And you make me melt like icicles on the tongue
It's even stranger how you could possibly know
How to make me smile non-artificial smiles
When I know you couldn't handle the real me
It's like I'm happy I met you that day
And I'm happy I let you that night
Or Maybe
You can explain the strange feelings
That posses me
Capture and trap me
When I feel you're in the vicinity of the room
I am about to be in
Man, you gotta know me
Maybe I was your chocolate Cinderella
And we made love in unconscious worlds
Where fairies exist in multitudes
And whispers were interludes between each thoughtless breath
It's strange how you warm me
Like grandma's quilt or grandma's tea
Or maybe I find it strange
That you're the man I needed you to be
For just that night,
to feel open
to feel free.
African Pride, standing on Maya's shoulders
Writings Inspired by life growth
©2001- Broken Wings Publishing
Puzzled
Puzzled
I W I S H
Y O U R E
A L L Y K
N E W H O
W M U C H
YO U S U
R E D I D
P U T M E
T H R O U
G H I C O
U L D N E
V E R H A
V E D O N
E T H A T
T O Y O U
I T S R E
A L L Y G
O T M E P
U Z Z L ED
© 1999 Broken Wings Publishing
African Pride, standing on Maya's shoulders
Writings Inspired by life growth
The Expedition
The Expedition
(For the Devico Cancer Project)
Life
Is like
A Hiking Trip
There are Mountains
Of Situations
To Conquer
Elements of Emotions
To Brave
Moments of Mental Anguish
To Walk Out
With the fear of the Unknown
At stake
But somewhere towards the Middle we Realize
The Security of our Certainty is just Miles ahead
And the time is here
Where we must choose to Persevere
Because
It's all worth the Journey!
© 2007 Broken Wings Publishing
African Pride, standing on Maya's shoulders
Writings Inspired by life growth
New Friendship
NEW Friendship
NEW Friendship
sometimes feels
C L U M S Y
like 2 young girls
dancing at a party
But
Lasting Friendships
Always
feel comfortable
like
2 MATURE WOMEN
having a good laugh
for the first time
in years...
© 2003 Broken Wings Publishing
African Pride, standing on Maya's shoulders
Writings Inspired by life growth
Monday, May 9, 2011
Entering with a New Mind
I had a break down the other day. Me, yes superwoman, couldn't fly! Can you believe it? It was my birthday and I still had to help others. But, who rescues me? When the energy pack is down, where do I go to recharge it? I admit, I never interviewed or applied for the superwoman's job. But, destiny with God's hand saw fit for me to have the position. Who can say no to God's calling?- No one. But a manual would definitely be nice!
I looked at all of the roles I fulfill and almost lost my mind. I wondered, when did I acquire all of these new responsibilities, and how do I deal with the learning process to make it work? I realized I am climbing up the socioeconomic/cultural ladder, but when I look back on the rungs, I am unsure if I'm leaving behind things that make me, me. And, I find I'm troubled with the ascent of more knowledge and peace.
Cultural Perspective
I didn't know I'd be the resident minority speaker on fashion, culture, music, food, and recreation in my circles. No one likes labels but for the sake of writing and being clear, I have to use it. As an African woman, in a leading tech field the emotional toll is heavy. Superwoman has to transcend cultural bounds. If I'm in majority American (non-immigrant or voluntary immigrant) groups I have to explain my hairstyles, eating preferences, musical tastes, etc, as its not "Black or African-American." So I have to share or keep getting put in this horrible stereotypical box. Without a comment here or there, the most ignorant, insensitive people prevail. I decided to wear my hair purposely in a curly afro style, make up and accessories as an honor to my people. I will say though, that I'm tired of code-switching. With the wake of new American conditions here, when will the grand conversation on acceptance and tolerance occur?
Grad School
This step of my life brings me sweet days and miserable ones. Yet, again the emotional toll is bananas because I've gotten to a place where I must speak up.Superwoman is in grad school too. As a matter of fact, it was probably a feat to get in grad school in the first place. I struggle sometimes because my counterparts live in these cozy bubbles where only things they do and like are wonderful. What a handicap! It bothers me because when we get to the subjects on reaching minority children many are clueless. And why? Why is it so hard when minority children are simply children? They too are children with interests, strengths, and multiple intelligences, but now that broken families are across cultures and economic status, perhaps there can be a little more understanding since the Black home has long since been attacked and broken. What the problem is for my fellow instructors is the lack of understanding about diverse thinking styles, expressions, opportunities due to historical constructs, etc. My take on it is that more minorities need opportunities to lead in fields directly related to their progress or we'll forever be trying to convince other groups how to help us. We need to lead in the sciences, education, arts and entertainment, sports, medicine,business, etc.. American mainstream needs to check the current measuring standards and make sure its proportionate/equal with ample affordable resources for minorities to be able to achieve more, or at the Grad level, we'll keep having to "perform'the 'majority group' standards alone" at a certain alien capacity instead of "excelling with respect to our diversity reaching both majority and minority, or excelling at working with minority populations" Enough said.
Marriage
I have learned that everything superwoman needs is connected to her superman if she has one. I was listening to Oprah and she said that her producers and staff can only do what they do because they have exceptional spouses. Some spouses able to handle all the requirement for superwoman to fulfill all of the roles assigned to her outside of the home keeping her at homeostasis. My husband helps me streamline the procedures for laundry, cooking, business, work, and school with regard to opening up past cultural perceptions about what a husband and wife should/shouldn't do. And how much technology should be implemented in the home.
Work
I thought I would sit back and learn valuable lessons from my coworkers. But, superwoman appears there too. Work is where I feel all the cultural, socioeconomic, and marriage differences. As I work diligently to sharpen my superwoman vision in grad school, I have to apply it to my work because there are many girls and minority students needing my assistance in technology education.
Luckily,
My husband has been putting it down for me, and I'm becoming refreshed again to fight on.
Inspired by life growth....
I looked at all of the roles I fulfill and almost lost my mind. I wondered, when did I acquire all of these new responsibilities, and how do I deal with the learning process to make it work? I realized I am climbing up the socioeconomic/cultural ladder, but when I look back on the rungs, I am unsure if I'm leaving behind things that make me, me. And, I find I'm troubled with the ascent of more knowledge and peace.
Cultural Perspective
I didn't know I'd be the resident minority speaker on fashion, culture, music, food, and recreation in my circles. No one likes labels but for the sake of writing and being clear, I have to use it. As an African woman, in a leading tech field the emotional toll is heavy. Superwoman has to transcend cultural bounds. If I'm in majority American (non-immigrant or voluntary immigrant) groups I have to explain my hairstyles, eating preferences, musical tastes, etc, as its not "Black or African-American." So I have to share or keep getting put in this horrible stereotypical box. Without a comment here or there, the most ignorant, insensitive people prevail. I decided to wear my hair purposely in a curly afro style, make up and accessories as an honor to my people. I will say though, that I'm tired of code-switching. With the wake of new American conditions here, when will the grand conversation on acceptance and tolerance occur?
Grad School
This step of my life brings me sweet days and miserable ones. Yet, again the emotional toll is bananas because I've gotten to a place where I must speak up.Superwoman is in grad school too. As a matter of fact, it was probably a feat to get in grad school in the first place. I struggle sometimes because my counterparts live in these cozy bubbles where only things they do and like are wonderful. What a handicap! It bothers me because when we get to the subjects on reaching minority children many are clueless. And why? Why is it so hard when minority children are simply children? They too are children with interests, strengths, and multiple intelligences, but now that broken families are across cultures and economic status, perhaps there can be a little more understanding since the Black home has long since been attacked and broken. What the problem is for my fellow instructors is the lack of understanding about diverse thinking styles, expressions, opportunities due to historical constructs, etc. My take on it is that more minorities need opportunities to lead in fields directly related to their progress or we'll forever be trying to convince other groups how to help us. We need to lead in the sciences, education, arts and entertainment, sports, medicine,business, etc.. American mainstream needs to check the current measuring standards and make sure its proportionate/equal with ample affordable resources for minorities to be able to achieve more, or at the Grad level, we'll keep having to "perform'the 'majority group' standards alone" at a certain alien capacity instead of "excelling with respect to our diversity reaching both majority and minority, or excelling at working with minority populations" Enough said.
Marriage
I have learned that everything superwoman needs is connected to her superman if she has one. I was listening to Oprah and she said that her producers and staff can only do what they do because they have exceptional spouses. Some spouses able to handle all the requirement for superwoman to fulfill all of the roles assigned to her outside of the home keeping her at homeostasis. My husband helps me streamline the procedures for laundry, cooking, business, work, and school with regard to opening up past cultural perceptions about what a husband and wife should/shouldn't do. And how much technology should be implemented in the home.
Work
I thought I would sit back and learn valuable lessons from my coworkers. But, superwoman appears there too. Work is where I feel all the cultural, socioeconomic, and marriage differences. As I work diligently to sharpen my superwoman vision in grad school, I have to apply it to my work because there are many girls and minority students needing my assistance in technology education.
Luckily,
My husband has been putting it down for me, and I'm becoming refreshed again to fight on.
Inspired by life growth....
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