It's 10:57pm. I'm in Long Beach with my mom tonight. She doesn't like being alone in the house. I need rest. Some good sleep. I have another long day at work tomorrow too. I pray for rest tonight.
Love yourselves
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
Saturday, December 28, 2019
Keep me
keep me safe / keep me kind / keep me loving / keep me growing / keep me giving / and trusting / and thankful / keep me wise / keep me watchful / keep me keeping on / keep me moving / remembering / healthy / strong / sane / serious and funny and beautiful / keep me writing / keep me telling stories / with words / with paint / with pictures / keep me in awe / keep me curious / keep me fly / keep me motivated / keep me in your care / hold me / know me
Go
forward / forward / left / right / step / step / step / pause / pray / pray / move / forward / forward / climb / climb / faster / faster / forward / slow / easy / easy / lift / pull / pray / pray / pause / rest / reach out / relate / release / gather / save / save / spend / forward / create / create / build / tear down / forward / forward / fly
Boy, bye!
my son was maybe two / and i was pushing him in a stroller / enjoying the farmers market downtown long beach one friday / and ran into a man i knew / a man i thought i might want to know more / until he said / my son was very handsome / but his hair was really nappy / and if mine was like his / he understood why i cut it / and then i smiled the smile i smiled / and gave thanks / for feet to walk / away
To God's ear
I was in the At&t store today and an older Black woman from Trinidad was waiting ahead of me when she got a call. Maybe from her granddaughter or some other kin. I could hear the woman on the other end of the line sobbing heavily. "Stop crying while I pray." And then right there she prayed for her. And I felt all of it like she was praying for me. And when she was leaving she shook my hand and held it longer than a shake like she knew.
New work
I'm working on a poem. I haven't worked on a poem in a long time. I post poetic memories and thoughts here often but it's been a good while since I scratched out wack metaphors and left drafts and drafts in my notebook. Right now the poem is called How to hold me. And maybe it's been too long since just the right hold. Maybe the reach for just the right simile is too wrapped in cobwebs of a younger me with my same laugh and grin. But a different me at the same time. You know?
My father. My memory.
Today is my father's birthday. He is no longer here. But it is still his birthday. I honor and remember him today. I miss his humor and wisdom. I thank him for being a good listener. I thank him for loving me. We had so many conversations as father and daughter that many might not understand. But I understood. There were ways our relationship was complicated. Alcohol got in the way sometimes. Often in fact. My mother and aunt tell me stories about him before the drinking. Before Vietnam, where he started drinking. But I didn't know that man. Still, I cherish the memory of the man I knew. It could not have been easy for him. A young man overseas fighting in a war heavily protested. His job there was picking up dead bodies with his hands. Bodies of some men he knew that would split as he held them. Imagine those ghosts.
I miss our talks. Drunk or not he was hands down the funniest man who ever lived. Fight me. And he was wise. And would kill for me. That complicated our relationship also. Because I knew he would in fact kill for me. Once he told me that he wanted me to always know that I could tell him anything. No matter how shameful or whatever. I could come to him. He said if I told him that if I had sex with nineteen men in one night but I had only chosen to be with eighteen of them and I told that last man no then I could tell him that and he wouldn't judge me but for me to know that he was going after that "nineteenth motherfucker." You had to be there. You had to know him. He called me while I was living in Georgia. He asked me if I was dating anyone. I told him no. He said, "Damn, it was somebody cute at the store just now. I could go back down there if you want me to." We had a good laugh. Again, you had to be there.
Our last conversation was also while I was in Georgia. He called early one morning. "Verily, verily I say unto you." He started conversations like that because he said that he and Jesus had to have some way of letting their listeners know when they were being serious. He started his story. He was drunk. But so fucking what. He said, "You know, the shark got a bad rep. I'm gonna tell you why. You will never be walking down a dark alley and a shark start chasing you. Shark ain't never gonna break in your home. Only way a shark get you is if you go to the ocean. So the trick to life is to know your ocean. If you a crackhead you can't live by the crack house because that's your ocean. If you shop too much you can't live by the mall because that's your ocean. Only way a shark get you is you go to the ocean and if you get eaten it ain't the shark fault because the shark just thinks you're food." You had to be there. To hear him tell you himself. I miss my father. He was ready to go though. He was ready.
After his first heart attack I found out from my aunt. He said his army buddies would have too big a laugh if he called home about some little bitty ole heart attack. He didn't survive the next one though. But he is somewhere, schooling lesser comedians.
I loved him and I still do. I could write a book on stories about him.
That heart
I'm watching Taken on my father's birthday. My dad did not have Liam's character's skills but he had his heart for sure. He was living in Palmdale and I was living in the jungle in L.A. and someone high on PCP was trying to get into my apartment while I was in there. He thought I was his girlfriend and he kept shouting. He had just been released from jail and was coming to get me. When I told my dad I could hear him moving and asked him what he was doing. He said he had just gotten his gun, that he kept under his bed, because he was coming down to L.A. to kill that guy. Thankfully he didn't.
And you that
When I die there are gonna be some younger poets drunk and high in somebody's living room talking about "Okay okay!!! Skinny Jaha or fat Jaha? Baldheaded Jaha or nappy gray afro Jaha?" And I'mma be hovering over them like yeeaaah.
That love
When my dad died I sat in his room on his bed. There was a picture of me taped to his wall. With some decorative Christmas tape. Seeing that picture made me cry. The only man to love me LIKE THAT is gone. Don't get me wrong, I have been loved and will probably be loved again (provided I stop being too cautious to ever give my number out). But THAT kind of love from a man is over. Sometimes I have feels about that.
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
I appreciate you!
Thank you to those who supported my art this year. I so appreciate you. There will be art shows in 2020. Plenty of them! I'm getting the art framed now. I hope to see you soon!!!
Gratitude
i am thankful for this day / for my life and the lessons of this year / thankful for my son / especially my son / his wit and heart / his generosity and desire to help / i am thankful for my friends / my family / my fingers and feet / i am thankful for the rain falling now / for work / for words and art / for the hustle and ease / for peace in my head / for ideas that come / for my bed and floors and walls / i am thankful for a ceiling to cover my body / for a door that locks / i am thankful for keys / for every inhale / exhale / heartbeat / for blood racing in my veins / i am thankful in this moment / for this moment
Moving update
Hello everyone, this is a late post but I haven't had wifi. Uraeus and I got a place last Thursday! God is good!
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
Workshop with me
Hello all! I'm offering a one on one poetry workshop. Together we can work on your poetry for one hour, once a week, by phone. Develop your blog entries, prose and other form poetry. Limited space available. Fee is only $100 per month! Anyone interested, holler!
The journey continues
Someone reached out to me yesterday. A woman I've known about twelve years. She is married to a friend's ex-husband. I know her young daughter. We only speak to say hello here and there in Leimert or when I see her vending out somewhere. Anyway, yesterday I posted on Facebook about looking for a place. I said that I am probably going to have to go through a private property owner instead of a big management company because of my credit. So I reached out to my community to see if anyone know of anyone or was anyone who could help. She sent me a message saying that she was leasing an apartment in Inglewood and was using it as her office. She didn't need the place anymore and was going to give it up and asked if I wanted it and if so I could move in tomorrow (today). We meet today at 1 so that Uraeus and I can see the inside but she gave me the address last night and I went by there. It's cool. She said it used to be a motel. It's in a cute little area very close to the Forum. They are fixing that area up so much because they are building the Rams stadium right there. It's expensive to get in over there. The rent for the place is very affordable. I hope it works out because it seems like it could be a good spot to be while I'm looking for a place. I have the money I need for move in fees into a place and really want to find a good fit. Well, I'm praying it works out. Praying also for my cousin whose trial starts today. I'm pretty nervous about it but I'm trying to breath through it. Whisper a prayer for him please. And have a good day.
Love yourselves
Love yourselves
Gratitude
I am so thankful for my life
Thankful for waking up this early morning
Thankful for Valerie
For Uraeus
For my community
Thankful for my friends
My family
For the peace in my head
For this motel room
For art
Poetry
Thankful for waking up this early morning
Thankful for Valerie
For Uraeus
For my community
Thankful for my friends
My family
For the peace in my head
For this motel room
For art
Poetry
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
Moving hiccup
I got the money I needed yesterday for an apartment. I really want the apartment I last applied for. I still hope I get it. I'm trying not be attached to any outcome thought. Having the move in fees puts us far along in the game. I am ready to move in when a management company says yes. And someone will say yes. Until then, the move in money is put away and we will keep adding to it an living off of my art and jobs. Oh, and I got another new client. I know I said I wasn't going to take on any. I even declined a couple recently. Right now, I need to build this nest egg. So I'm gonna do it. I'll be doing overnights with her for about four nights a week. Like from 9p to 7a. Anyway, about apartment. I was eagerly awaiting Andrew's call yesterday about the place. I didn't hear from him for much of the day and was concerned. When I did hear from him he said that he called and left message with management company and did not get a call back but that he would be on it today. I don't really have good feelings about him not getting a call back yesterday. I'm interpreting that as a no but it could be anything. I'm going to keep breathing and keep working and keep praying. Oh, I got booked for a gig yesterday and thankfully the payment was sent yesterday also. That's how Uraeus and I were able to get this room last night. I'm keeping that move in money nice and safe in savings. I'm not going to be in the situation I was in, trying to hurry up and come up with it. Nope. Also I bought some new canvases last night. I ran into Kamasi Washington in Michael's. It was good seeing him. I am so incredibly proud of him and his success. I love it when the good ones win.
It's 4:59am and I am still up. I say still because it doesn't feel like I slept at all last night but I know I must have. Oh, Uraeus and I went to see Queen & Slim yesterday. I loved it. A couple folks at The Stage Wednesday night were talking shit about it, but I thought it was good. One brother said he felt like the writer must hate the black man. Really? Shut the fuck up! How much music and movies and everything is out disrespecting Black women? Please! And the movie didn't disrespect Black men. Like I said, shut the fuck up.
In other news, the cable in this hotel sucks ass. There are like ten channels and not all in English either. And there are no crime shows. No Law & Order or Criminal Minds or Chicago P.D or NCIS New Orleans. Fuck! I'm a little bit angry and I'm trying to work it out. Not about the cable. About other stuff. I missed my appointment with the doctor yesterday. I straight out forgot. I don't know how I did that. This visit was important too. I need to see this doctor before I can see a therapist. That's who I really want to see. I'm not ready to go back on my meds. Even though I might need to. I'm just not ready. I need to feel. You know what I mean? The meds really numb you. And that's a good feeling too sometimes but I need to feel.
I'm finally getting sleepy so I think I'm gonna close this computer before the sun comes all the way up and I can't sleep. Please pray, y'all. Pray for me. I'm trying to level up while getting through this the best way I can. I'm also worried. I'm worried about my cousin. His trial starts tomorrow. I'm scared as shit of him going to jail. Even for one day. I don't want that to happen. Ok. I'm really really sleepy now. You get some rest too.
Love yourselves
It's 4:59am and I am still up. I say still because it doesn't feel like I slept at all last night but I know I must have. Oh, Uraeus and I went to see Queen & Slim yesterday. I loved it. A couple folks at The Stage Wednesday night were talking shit about it, but I thought it was good. One brother said he felt like the writer must hate the black man. Really? Shut the fuck up! How much music and movies and everything is out disrespecting Black women? Please! And the movie didn't disrespect Black men. Like I said, shut the fuck up.
In other news, the cable in this hotel sucks ass. There are like ten channels and not all in English either. And there are no crime shows. No Law & Order or Criminal Minds or Chicago P.D or NCIS New Orleans. Fuck! I'm a little bit angry and I'm trying to work it out. Not about the cable. About other stuff. I missed my appointment with the doctor yesterday. I straight out forgot. I don't know how I did that. This visit was important too. I need to see this doctor before I can see a therapist. That's who I really want to see. I'm not ready to go back on my meds. Even though I might need to. I'm just not ready. I need to feel. You know what I mean? The meds really numb you. And that's a good feeling too sometimes but I need to feel.
I'm finally getting sleepy so I think I'm gonna close this computer before the sun comes all the way up and I can't sleep. Please pray, y'all. Pray for me. I'm trying to level up while getting through this the best way I can. I'm also worried. I'm worried about my cousin. His trial starts tomorrow. I'm scared as shit of him going to jail. Even for one day. I don't want that to happen. Ok. I'm really really sleepy now. You get some rest too.
Love yourselves
Gratitude
I am thankful this morning for breath
Thankful to see this day
To feel my heart inside of my chest
Thankful to be alive
Thankful for Uraeus
For friends and family
I am thankful for my community
For love
For ease in my head
For another chance
Thankful to see this day
To feel my heart inside of my chest
Thankful to be alive
Thankful for Uraeus
For friends and family
I am thankful for my community
For love
For ease in my head
For another chance
Saturday, December 14, 2019
Moving
I've been so scattered lately. There is a lot in my head and I'm trying to be calm and just breathe through it. But there is a lot and I'm so distracted. Last night I had a poem and paint event in Redondo Beach. I loaded my canvases and other materials and then got all the way to the event and realized I forgot the PAINT! How could I forget that? I had to go to Walmart and get more paint after already arriving late. I hate being late! I get so anxious when I am. Thankfully the Walmart was close and the event turned out great!
I got home late and went straight to bed. I was so tired! Andrew said I need to be prepared to move in on Monday if the landlord says yes. I have some more money to come up with and I have to do it this weekend. I don't want to spend any money this weekend on the motel so we need to clear out our things this morning and be out of here by 10. I guess I will take some bags to George's. All of this stuff will not fit into the car in one trip. I need to deliver Cynthia's show equipment to her mother's home in Huntington Park because I have nowhere to put it. I'm sitting on the bed looking around and am feeling a little overwhelmed. I'm okay though. I have to go to work at 5 but I really wish I didn't have to today. I have too much to do and money to raise and stuff to move and and and...
Gonna get up and get started on all of it. One thing at a time.
Love yourselves
I got home late and went straight to bed. I was so tired! Andrew said I need to be prepared to move in on Monday if the landlord says yes. I have some more money to come up with and I have to do it this weekend. I don't want to spend any money this weekend on the motel so we need to clear out our things this morning and be out of here by 10. I guess I will take some bags to George's. All of this stuff will not fit into the car in one trip. I need to deliver Cynthia's show equipment to her mother's home in Huntington Park because I have nowhere to put it. I'm sitting on the bed looking around and am feeling a little overwhelmed. I'm okay though. I have to go to work at 5 but I really wish I didn't have to today. I have too much to do and money to raise and stuff to move and and and...
Gonna get up and get started on all of it. One thing at a time.
Love yourselves
Gratitude
I am thankful for waking up this morning
Thankful for a good rest last night
Thankful for friends
For family
Thankful for a good rest last night
Thankful for friends
For family
Friday, December 13, 2019
Update
Got the money I need for the room. Been up all night long. Finally home for a few hours. About to take a good nap. I am so tired. No space for worry. Only rest. Only sleep. I haven't heard from Andrew about the apartment yet. Maybe later. Gonna rest now. Concerned about my cousin, Deon. Sending prayers for him.
Gratitde
I am thankful for this day
Thankful for Uraeus
For friends and family
Thankful for Michelle Williams
For V. Kali
For love
I am thankful for having the money to pay for the room today
Thankful for shelter
For food
For a car
I am thankful for my mother
For peace in my head
Thankful for Uraeus
For friends and family
Thankful for Michelle Williams
For V. Kali
For love
I am thankful for having the money to pay for the room today
Thankful for shelter
For food
For a car
I am thankful for my mother
For peace in my head
On time
here is what you don't know about this painting / this piece of art that became the cover a book / i am so pleased / so pleased / i was living in a motel with my son / out in alhambra at the time / paying $100 a day / everyday / everyday / every morning at 11 / we are still in a motel / but not in alhambra / we are back in l.a. / the new apartment is on the way / the way / the way / still paying $100 a day / a day / a day / day before i painted this picture / faith was high / sales were low / low / low like none / like zero / low like today / this day / like now / low like what to do / to do / check out time coming sure as bad news on tv / and nothing / done already said my prayers / up to god whether god listen or not / 11pm / 12am / 1 / 2 / eyes heavy / body gotta sleep / 6am / sun is up and so am i / what to do / to do / ain't nothin' / to do but do what i do / so i paint / and pray / i post the finished product / for facebook / for ig / for the world / for whatever will be will be / before canvas is dry / author / artist / creative spirit way in texas comments that one / that is the one i want / i want / praise for paypal / glory be / glory be / send uraeus down to the office with credit card / and now i can sleep / sleep / just / in / time
Thursday, December 12, 2019
On the road again
it's 2005 / maybe 06 / i am driving alone from los angeles to atlanta / get pulled over by a cop somewhere in oklahoma / follows me a long time / trying to come up with a reason / i guess / i am careful / i follow the rules / he backs off / i change lanes / he comes up fast behind me / says i didn't signal when i switched / story of my life / it is a hot day / i remember / no one knows me in oklahoma / not that i have a cell phone anyway / his voice booms from the speaker / demanding i get out slowly and walk back to his car / this is not how we get tickets at home / but where would i make a complaint / best do what he says / best pray i leave this alive / i stand outside his passenger door / open / k-9 in the backseat / get in / cop says / get in the car / i ask / yes get in / his patience is growing thin / i sit at the edge of the seat / one leg on the ground / close the door / close the door / i ask / i'm really afraid of your dog / i confess / i cautiously close the door / i'm not used to getting into a police car to get a ticket / what did i do anyway / why am i here / why did you follow me so long / alone / alone / black and woman and alone / alone / alone / with a dog / and a cop / and his gun / and his clear eyes and white skin / on a highway / in the heat / come through, somebody / come through / you didn't signal / where are you going / who is expecting you / why are you here / and this ain't no time for a clapback / and my bones still shaking like puppy / he knows i am afraid / he knows i watch the news / he knows we both see / color / and more questions / and questions / about nothing / about l.a. / words about the weather / like this is a date / like i don't know what this is / like he knows who is in control / mother may i / mother may i / i only want to leave / give me my ticket so i can go / go / go away / away / away / and never come back / he let me off with a warning / and we know this is not about a lane change / we know this game of red rover red rover send black girl right over / is about power / about control / about sit until you are dismissed / dismissed / let go / go / away / away / allowed to live / long as i / know
Chatter
I'm doing a shitload of self talk today because...I have to. I'm calling my talks staff meetings. I'm having them in front of my computer, in the shower, driving to pick up Uraeus from work, picking up food, while organizing my paintings. Praying and talking to myself and writing helps. A lot. Writing helps me to see my thoughts in print. In front of me. Helps me see what's rational. What doesn't make sense. What's possible. What's a waste of my time.
Before I continue this rant I want to express some good news. Karyn is doing better. Praise God the stroke will not win. Today she posted a video of her in the hospital. It was good to hear her speaking. She was in bed but she did manage to move around a little bit. I look forward to her continued healing.
I need healing of my own too. Healing from this no sales day. Ok, not yet sales day because it ain't over and my spirit is good and God has brought me this far. I posted a sale on my paintings tonight until 9 tomorrow morning. I don't like to discount my art prices because they are truly low enough but people take advantage of the sales so let's hope they do again tonight. I have some stuff due tomorrow. Motel fee is the biggest deal and the most time sensitive since it's due at 10. I have a poem and paint event tomorrow night at 7 in Redondo Beach and need to be there at least by 6:00 to find good parking and set up. Uraeus gets off at 6 so I'm going to have to come up with Lyft money for him to get home. Home. I'm tired of calling motels home but that's where I am right now and I'm not going to let that get to me.
I need to get off this blog and continue pushing book sales.
Later
Before I continue this rant I want to express some good news. Karyn is doing better. Praise God the stroke will not win. Today she posted a video of her in the hospital. It was good to hear her speaking. She was in bed but she did manage to move around a little bit. I look forward to her continued healing.
I need healing of my own too. Healing from this no sales day. Ok, not yet sales day because it ain't over and my spirit is good and God has brought me this far. I posted a sale on my paintings tonight until 9 tomorrow morning. I don't like to discount my art prices because they are truly low enough but people take advantage of the sales so let's hope they do again tonight. I have some stuff due tomorrow. Motel fee is the biggest deal and the most time sensitive since it's due at 10. I have a poem and paint event tomorrow night at 7 in Redondo Beach and need to be there at least by 6:00 to find good parking and set up. Uraeus gets off at 6 so I'm going to have to come up with Lyft money for him to get home. Home. I'm tired of calling motels home but that's where I am right now and I'm not going to let that get to me.
I need to get off this blog and continue pushing book sales.
Later
Holler!
Hello all! I'm offering a one on one poetry workshop. Together we can work on your poetry for one hour, once a week, by phone. Develop your blog entries, prose and other form poetry. Limited space available. Fee is only $100 per month! Anyone interested, holler!
Books to send / deliver
1. LaCoya
2. Mike
3. Inpu
4. Bugs
5. Dionne
6. JA
7. Alex
8. Erika
9. Libby
10. Christina
11. Crystal
12. Angelo
13. JJ
14. Spencer
15. Alyesha
16. Cathy
17. Genevieve
18. Ursula
19. Maria
20. Aquiah
21. Marva
22. Thea
23. Chel
2. Mike
3. Inpu
4. Bugs
5. Dionne
6. JA
7. Alex
8. Erika
9. Libby
10. Christina
11. Crystal
12. Angelo
13. JJ
14. Spencer
15. Alyesha
16. Cathy
17. Genevieve
18. Ursula
19. Maria
20. Aquiah
21. Marva
22. Thea
23. Chel
Service please?
When my trash gets full I set the can outside my room for the cleaning people to take it out. What's wrong with that? This morning one of the cleaning women knocked on the door to tell me the trash can is in the back behind the motel. I said okay but really I was thinking like, um...don't tell me about your damn job. I'm not paying $3,000 a month to take my own trash out. How 'bout that?
Self talk. Self love.
Sometimes I have to do like all this self talk to keep me going. Like today I'm all jittery. Everyday I'm waiting for a yes or no about this apartment and everyday there is another request. Today Andrew called to get my cc information to run my and Uraeus's credit reports. We've already submitted this but only from one of the three agencies and they need a full report. Anyway, it's $60 total and I still have to get money for room for tomorrow and I haven't sold anything yet. Borrowed $60 from a friend with a promise to pay tomorrow. She was a quick yes to my request but I kept hearing her trying to calm me down. "It's okay. It's okay." She kept telling me. Then I started feeling bad for being so anxious. Then I had to love on myself a little. Like damn, this isn't easy. I don't know another artist in my situation. Don't know another artist paying $3,000 for shelter. Paying rent every single day. A little anxiety is okay. I'm okay. You're okay too.
Love yourselves
Love yourselves
Education
in high school i took a psychology class / and i don't remember what the lesson was this day / but the teacher stood in front of the class / and said to the young ladies / when we go on dates / that we should sit with our legs crossed / and take the shoe of the crossed leg half off and dangle it from our toes / because that always drives men wild
K.L.
when i asked him why he packed two condoms when he went away on business trips / and he told me just in case he got seduced / and why was i trippin' because he always came back with two
Gratitude
I am thankful for waking up this morning
Thankful for waking up while it is still dark outside
Thankful for a good rest last night
For rest
For warm covers
Uraeus
Food
Shelter
Love
Peace
Thankful for waking up while it is still dark outside
Thankful for a good rest last night
For rest
For warm covers
Uraeus
Food
Shelter
Love
Peace
Fingers crossed
I just woke up from a dream that I was in Paris. And it was lovely. So lovely. And I've never been to Paris. Not yet. But it was so real. And I was stressing because I was cooking Thanksgiving dinner. And they don't even celebrate Thanksgiving like that in Paris. But there I was. Worried. About all the raw meat in front of me. And I was never a cook. And I was hosting the evening. There were guests coming from all over. To my place. And that was the best part of the dream. That I had a place. And I was showing people around. And I was away. Away. Away. In Paris.
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
Announcement
Hello all! I'm offering a one on one poetry workshop. Together we can work on your poetry for one hour, once a week, by phone. Fee is only $100 per month! Anyone interested, holler!
Rx
a hot shower with good good body wash is medicine / like prayer / like thc drops / like painting / like writing / is medicine / a twerk session / or watching a twerk session / a poem / my ig crush with his gray beard and deep clay skin / is medicine / like lifetime shows / like law & order / criminal minds / like pushing the worry away is medicine / like when my son says / i love you / and he adds on / a lot / that is the best medicine / like a good hug / a good touch / like a long drive / is medicine
In limbo
I thought I would hear news today about the apartment. Instead the landlord wants me to submit another letter. Another letter of explanation explaining another thing about my life. One day my credit and life and money won't need explaining. One day. One day. One day. Maybe tomorrow I will get a yes or no. Good thing is at least they are considering me.
Gratitude
I am thankful for this day
Thankful for a night and early morning of painting
Thankful for shelter
For food
For happiness
I am thankful for Uraeus
Thankful for his easy and kind way
Thankful for love
For friends and family
For Andrew helping me to get this apartment
Thankful for all of the paperwork I am submitting
Thankful for being present to the what's so of my financial life
I am thankful for a good hot shower
For fancy body wash
For peace in my head
Thankful for a night and early morning of painting
Thankful for shelter
For food
For happiness
I am thankful for Uraeus
Thankful for his easy and kind way
Thankful for love
For friends and family
For Andrew helping me to get this apartment
Thankful for all of the paperwork I am submitting
Thankful for being present to the what's so of my financial life
I am thankful for a good hot shower
For fancy body wash
For peace in my head
Back in the day
years ago / i was using a pay phone in front of a liquor store on la brea / i told this story before / but that was myspace / and this is now / four men were coming out of the parking lot as i was off the phone / brother in the back seat rolled down his window and asked me my name / i said something clever / something not my name / do you got a man / he asked / yeah / yeah i do / i lied the lie we lie / the lie we shouldn't have to lie / the lie i thought would be enough / then why don't you suck our dick then / he shouted / immediately / the brother in the passenger's seat turned around and socked him in the chest so hard i could almost feel it / said man / you don't be talkin' to that kinda bitch like that / because that's who i am / that / kinda bitch / a bitch like his big mama / his auntie / that / kinda / bitch
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