If I were President
I would be the ONLY woman
with balls big enough
to make you my bitch
and call me Madame President

Poet's Wanted!!

IF YOU ARE A STUDENT POET IN THE HOUSTON AREA INTERESTED IN A PERFORMANCE OPPORTUNITY, HIT ME UP QUICK! I HAVE SOMETHING THAT YOU MAY BE INTERESTED IN.


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Facebook STALKER

Dear New Facebook Friend,

Hi There.
I thought that it would be ok
To just add you as as friend
After all its only Facebook
Everyone knows that social networking sites
Are popularity contests
And we could both use a little help in the
Number area.

I thought that it would be safe
By the looks of it, you're miles away
And i could just delete you if things
Get a little too out of hand
Just another number
To add to my counter to say
I matter, I'm somebody, and people know me

I stand corrected.
As soon as I press the confirm button
You go into a frenzy of poking
Photo commenting
Status liking
I feel violated on all ends of the cyber spectrum
As is you were just waiting for me to say
"Yes! Look into my life, become apart of it,
Get to know me, Be my friend"
But wait I did say that didn't I?
Not really

This shall not be the beginning of
Any story of ours
Where we meet through mutual friends
And polite words turn into the exchange
Of numbers
And we're on a full blown commitment
That all started with Facebook
And we can have this quaint little story
To tell our friends on how we met
Through "mutual friends"
No honey, it will not go like that

We will not become great friends over
IM chats, messaging one another back to back
Flirting, for the sack of?
Self gratification,
Saving face from this cyber humiliation
Of having under 100 friends
But the revelation of it all is
That you were no one to begin with
And these creepy exclamations of your lover for me
will not heighten any other girls' expectations
Of what you're suppose to be

So I think it's time to take my face back
You've over stayed your welcome
And I'm about to pull the mace out
Stop now before you are
Back where you started
Creepy
Friendless and lonely
I mean, dude
It's just Facebook
There are real people beyond
This screen
Just make sure that
Public stalking doesn't become your new hobby

Sincerely, Your Facebook Friend

PMS

When I was 12 I was happy
Because I had gotten my first taste
of womanhood.
A river of red trickled from
Between my legs and
Like my mother
I could have a little girl
Of my very own.
But I didn't know the dropping
Of an egg
Would give forth to all these
Side effects.
100 different afflictions all umbrella-ed
Under three little letters
P-M-S
Pre-Menstral-Syndrome
Pre-Meditated-Sayings
Preparing-Men for-Suicide
And you would think the visual reminder
Of being eggless would be enough but
NOOOOO
I gotta have these moods like
Happy because I'm not pregnant
But sad 'cause my pants don't fit
Pissed off cause that clock on the wall
Keeps tick, tick, tick tocking along
My emotions are all out of whack
And all I want is a snack.
Ice cream, fried chicken, nachos
And a extra pepperoni thin crust
From Dominos
But I ain't hungry!
I get cold sweats and hot flashes
Cold flashes and hot sweats
All I want is a little bit of sex
(naw, a lotta bit of sex)
But i can't have it
And I'm constantly on edge because
That-clock-wont-stop-fucking-ticking
I've got that syndrome
Sleeping all day well not really
Because I'm having a fight with my ovaries
And my back won't let me sleep on my
Stomach and my stomach
Won't let me sleep on my back.
But the same time my head is
Pounding and my ache's came back
Why me God?
Why me?
It just keeps bleeding and bleeding
And i'm not dying
Even though it is a testament to the strength
We women harvest
I don't have the energy to even disclose
Such an argument
To busy feeling, and not feeling
And dealing with cramps
Backaches
Headaches
Bloating
Eating everything
Eating nothing
Fatigue
Depression
Irritability
Aggression
Mood swings
Far too busy
To acknowledge that even through all that
I still manage to make it through my day
That's strength
Too too busy
To be aware that I am
Breaking up with you for the fourth time today
Which is progress from the 6 times yesterday
baby
Don't take me too seriously
After all
I'm just P-M-Sing
It all goes away soon
Well, until next month begins to crest
In the horizon
And that bitch you hate is back
For another ride

Def Poetry: Staceyann Chin- "If Only Out Of Vanity" (Official Video)

....She has easily become my poetic twin, the poet I hope to be sometime in the future

We got a love like
The birds and the bees, like
Calm days with summer breezes, I
Never knew that peace could feel this right
Right? Peace
Like he's my sleep at night
He just might be my white knight
Because he lights my nights so bright
Pitch black
Like going blind
Hell, he could be my eyes if I ever lose sight
I'm just saying, it's kinda nice
That a breakup song
He makes me want to rewrite
like a right done wrong
His words take flight
Without wings he makes me want to fly
Flyer than most, even when he's grounded
He's elevated so high
If I ever were to float
It's his breath that gives me height
Grants me life, like atoms we share alike
If I'm the rib to him, like Adam and Eve
Then I think he's just found his wife.

"You love once. It may not be gold but love with passion and it lasts forever."- D. Thompson

"A Haiku is like a quickie: you have to pay attention or you'll miss it"- Staceyann Chin

Naps

“You need to pick yo afro daddy,

Because its flat on one side.

You need to

Pick yo afro daddy.

Because its flat on one side.

Well, if you don’t pick yo afro,

You gonna have one side high.”

You are going to have one side high

If you don’t adjust your sight

Acknowledge the right

For me to embrace me

I see you

 Checking me out

You notice that I’m beyond their eyes

Their boxed in lies

As real as they come

Because I’ve got no lye

Addicted to that oh so creamy crack

So good that it burns through ya insides

Pre processed

Overly obsessed

Sodium Hydroxide

Seeped through ya mind

Fried, dyed, laid to the side

And your less than 30 minutes away

From results of becoming

Smarter

Brighter

A little bit whiter

They cannot brainwash you

If you’re already doing it to yourself

Side effects may vary but they all imply

That

I will never be taken seriously

The words I perceive that far less worth

To your superiority

The genius I conceive will never be enough

As long as I don’t conform to the

West European ethnocentricity

Because my hair has too much of

Its own identity

The versatility is endless

With each strand is minding its own

Business.

And

He will never be into her

As long as she has an afro

honestly black men don’t dig the natural

so

She either has to find a pressing comb, flat iron

Or some Dark and Lovely

So much so that she starts to hate herself

Hides her roots on the monthly

Until her hair is as frail and submissive

As her spirit

Is losing yourself really worth it?

Its an unattractive fact

My daughter will constantly

Be told that

She’s not good enough when

Even straight hair comes on

Her black Barbie dolls

Mommy, is there something wrong?

I mean, am I ugly?

They imply that

I’ve got hair thicker than the

Societal comb will ever be able to

Get through

Detangle

All its kinks

It must be straightened out

Along with the way I think

Seem impossible

But your teeth are too narrow

With each twisted strand

Holds a little more knowledge

And the kind of realities

That they don’t teach in college

We’ve all got to acknowledge

That it all started

With the root

No matter how hard you try to hide it

So remains the truth

Whether it curls, coils, stick out straight

kinks

Potent and inevitable

It will always be.

“If you don’t pick your afro,

You gonna have one side high”

Insignia