ABklynBeauty
My thoughts.... just my thoughts.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Is it Father's Day or Single Mother's day?
Saturday, January 08, 2011
From Above
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Dalmatian
Dalmatian
You were in heat
and you left your black spots
Smudges
Black spots
Stolen
Black spots
from a dalmatian
Smudges of your DNA
All over her sheets
You were in heat
and you left your black spots
Smudges
Remnants of you
Your black spots,
Dalmatian
You left your DNA
ALL OVER HER SHEETS
You left your Black Spot
You left your son.
Flowers and Trashbags
Now the trashbags shouldn't need as much explanation. The trashbag contains all the nasty, smelly stuff. Arrogance, issues with baby mother/father, trust issues, selfishness, communication problems. So, when this stuff comes up, we throw it in the trash can and close the lid. We try not to smell it and instead focus on those beautiful bouquets of flowers. A relationships is successful when the smell of the flowers out weight the trash. When I come home and I smell those sweet flowers, I'm in a good place...all's well. I can hangout there, relax, be loving and caring. When I come home and it smells like the city dump... I'm coughing and gagging, we have a problem.
So, here I am, single again...and I'm left with his flowers and trashbags. Personally, I like to keep one flower. Only one flower. I only keep one so I'm not moping around, sad, and can't move on. I'm not harboring feelings, I'm simply remembering there were good times, a lesson to learn and grow from. These flowers keep the house smelling sweet so I can have a positive, enthusiastic attitude when entering my next relationship. Now here's the important part, we have to bag the trash and take it out...immediately. We like to bag trash and sit it by the back door. All those bags start to pile up and create resentment, envy of others relationships and anger. Now your NEW Boo comes by the house and is wondering what that awful smell is. He sees the flowers but smells the funk. Have you ever smelled when someone sprays a flowery scent over funk? It makes it worse. If they really like you, they may hang in there for awhile...even thought their eyes are tearing up from the stench.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a public service announcement from the department of Health and Love: Please take out your trash, stop, and smell the roses.
(Written 4/25/09 5am)
The question was: How would you describe your personality?
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Age ain't nothing but a number
Today a friend of mine told me that, although he has the desire to do one thing, experience has taught him to do the exact opposite. I really respect that because that’s what life experiences are designed to do (along with test our faith in God, but that’s another blog.) For the person that truly believes the opening statement, you are saying those experiences are irrelevant. The opening statement says I would be the same person, make the same choices and decisions, had I not had those experiences. Bullshit. Today I am 33 years old. Ten years ago, I was 23 years old and a different person. I’m not going to list all my differences, but know they are major. The experiences (tired of typing that word now) I’ve had in the past 10 years have shaped who I am today and are completely relevant. “Age ain’t nothing but a number” is like telling the city worker, military enlistee, even doctor, that their years on the job mean nothing and should not count. Those years are more than just getting one day closer to retirement. Those years say what they’ve seen and (here we go again) experienced is important and valued. Ok. I think I’ve made my point.
Another point I wanted to make was although I am 33 years old, I am also 23 years old. I know, I know. I’m going to explain myself. I believe our ages are like rings in a tree trunk and layers of an onion. We add to previous years so they are always there. I know you’ve heard a women complain that her man is a “big o’ baby when he’s sick.” He sure is. He taps into his 6 year old ring. You may have seen a woman get around her father and, before your eyes, transform into a little girl. I believe there’s nothing wrong with tapping into younger rings on occasion, as long as you don’t stay there. We all know those “big ass kids” who dwell in their immature rings. You really wish they would grow the hell up. You might have even suggested this to them once or twice. That’s a down side to having access to younger rings. Anyway, I love being every year of 33 and I look forward to adding on years, rings and (for the last time) …….. experiences.