This is my place
To be fouled mouthed
To scream
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
Three times out loud
Because writing
Is freedom
My pleasure principle
Away from the world
To say what I want to
Even if I want to use
All cuss words
So damn the world
Fuck the president
Because I’m tired
Of him
Fucking us
Shit on the government
Because they’ve shitted
On us
Gas prices are a bitch
They keep rising and shit
Just like I’ll continue
To use profanity
In my writing
Not because I don’t
Have filler words
I just like the way
They look
Not the way they sound
Saturday, April 26, 2008
I thought I knew youBut I just found out
You wear a mask
Over your face
That is
Wrong
Instead of what
I thought was
Right
Character is important
But you played
A totally different role
Than I originally cast
Put it on me…….
So now it’s my fault
That I’ve seen
Your ass
You’re no longer
In costume
The mask has been removed
And all I can see
Is the moral fiber
Of you
I concur
With my belief
That we earthlings
Are tainted
With dust from space
That makes us
Hate each other
Discriminate over race
It makes a coward
Sleep w/ their girls man
Right in her face
That breeds killers
Who go fight wars
And bring guns
To school
To murder
Teachers and classmates
I am sad to say
That I must have
Gotten touched
By the dust
Because I sometimes
Want to find my spaceship
And like Scotty
Beam up
Before I make decisions
Like some I’ve listed above
Because I’m like no other
The dust is anti love
I give love
And expect it back
Earthlings won’t survive
Much longer
If we don’t
Patch things up
With my belief
That we earthlings
Are tainted
With dust from space
That makes us
Hate each other
Discriminate over race
It makes a coward
Sleep w/ their girls man
Right in her face
That breeds killers
Who go fight wars
And bring guns
To school
To murder
Teachers and classmates
I am sad to say
That I must have
Gotten touched
By the dust
Because I sometimes
Want to find my spaceship
And like Scotty
Beam up
Before I make decisions
Like some I’ve listed above
Because I’m like no other
The dust is anti love
I give love
And expect it back
Earthlings won’t survive
Much longer
If we don’t
Patch things up
Deal with situations
And brush off the dust
From our shoulders
Esso
The ghettoest club
Down here
Probably not
But she just won’t
Be partying there
Ever again
It started out
Her and two friends
They got something to sip on
And started to dance
Every thing was cool
Until this chick asked her
“Can you move cuz your
Hair is in my face?”
She turned around
And said "I was here first”
But she had no problems moving
She found another spot
In the empty space
The night was over
And they were leaving
Her two friends
Left her standing
Alone
She went to go
Look for them
Instead this same girl
With big bones
Stuck her wide ass hip out
And purposely bumped
Into chick
So she walked away
Then immediately changed
Her mind
She wanted to handle
It a different way
She went back
Got all in big bone’s face
Saying you think just
"Cause I’m pretty
That I won’t do shit "
But she had another
Thing coming
Because she who didn’t
Start this
With her big ass hips
Balled up her fist
And hit that bitch
The girl who got hit
Was a big boned scary bitch
Because she didn’t
Do anything
I’m sure this was running
Through her head
“I can’t believe this pretty bitch
Just busted me in the face”
After that the pretty chick
Walked away
The ghettoest club
Down here
Probably not
But she just won’t
Be partying there
Ever again
It started out
Her and two friends
They got something to sip on
And started to dance
Every thing was cool
Until this chick asked her
“Can you move cuz your
Hair is in my face?”
She turned around
And said "I was here first”
But she had no problems moving
She found another spot
In the empty space
The night was over
And they were leaving
Her two friends
Left her standing
Alone
She went to go
Look for them
Instead this same girl
With big bones
Stuck her wide ass hip out
And purposely bumped
Into chick
So she walked away
Then immediately changed
Her mind
She wanted to handle
It a different way
She went back
Got all in big bone’s face
Saying you think just
"Cause I’m pretty
That I won’t do shit "
But she had another
Thing coming
Because she who didn’t
Start this
With her big ass hips
Balled up her fist
And hit that bitch
The girl who got hit
Was a big boned scary bitch
Because she didn’t
Do anything
I’m sure this was running
Through her head
“I can’t believe this pretty bitch
Just busted me in the face”
After that the pretty chick
Walked away
Spirituality is real
I realized it as a child
The depth I felt
Didn’t know what
To do then
I just knew I felt…
Deeply
A presence that
Is always there
I don’t know “it’s” name
I haven’t seen “it’s” face
I just know that “it”
Places me
In the right and wrong
time and place
For me to see things
Right before they catch me
So I can start sprinting
Away…
It’s deeper than anything
I’m almost afraid of “it”
If I told you what I’ve seen
Before it happened
How could I trust you
With my premonitions
I’ve experienced them
I call it a brawny
Woman’s intuition
Scenes of our lives
Actually play out
In reality
Like on the silver screen
Except our laughter and joy
Isn’t faked
And the pain we experience
Is real
There is no script
Only improvisation
You gotta go
With what you’re given
And deal with how you feel
“It” with out a face or name
Has given me an advantage
In most situations in life
Where I’ve followed my heart
Sometimes to the light
Sometimes to the dark
As a woman
Who travels deep
Into herself
Mostly on her own
Yet I will always
Accept “it’s” help
Because I need "it"
Can't go on my life
Journey alone..
I realized it as a child
The depth I felt
Didn’t know what
To do then
I just knew I felt…
Deeply
A presence that
Is always there
I don’t know “it’s” name
I haven’t seen “it’s” face
I just know that “it”
Places me
In the right and wrong
time and place
For me to see things
Right before they catch me
So I can start sprinting
Away…
It’s deeper than anything
I’m almost afraid of “it”
If I told you what I’ve seen
Before it happened
How could I trust you
With my premonitions
I’ve experienced them
I call it a brawny
Woman’s intuition
Scenes of our lives
Actually play out
In reality
Like on the silver screen
Except our laughter and joy
Isn’t faked
And the pain we experience
Is real
There is no script
Only improvisation
You gotta go
With what you’re given
And deal with how you feel
“It” with out a face or name
Has given me an advantage
In most situations in life
Where I’ve followed my heart
Sometimes to the light
Sometimes to the dark
As a woman
Who travels deep
Into herself
Mostly on her own
Yet I will always
Accept “it’s” help
Because I need "it"
Can't go on my life
Journey alone..
Friday, April 25, 2008
Good Morning Blog..
Today is going to be long. Our “production” as they call it, is today. I finished making the bird costumes and head pieces yesterday. We have all of the African animal costumes all done. I think. They are going to look cute, but most of the little ones have no idea what is going on, and are flittering around everywhere. At practice at least, but on stage I’m thinking they may be scared and just be still.
I am sitting here with my hair dripping because I just washed the conditioner out of my hair that I left on last night. t's time to rock the curls. This little girl (tell you about her later) well I’ve basically spoiled her to death, and she’s already spoiled..rotten.. Anyway she was attempting to do my hair and she sneezed. I told her to go wash her hands, and I knew I had to wash my hair. But then I stood up to go to the bathroom and I put my hand on my back. I had a big snot spot. I was totally grossed out. The kids know I can’t handle bodily secretions, so one of them (he’s 4) said “Ohhh, you’re going to make Ms. *my name* sick.” It was so funny all I could do was laugh, and run and wash my hands. I hit up the hand sanitizer next. I went to the elementary class room and asked one of the older girls for a shirt. Every thing worked out, but I have a feeling I’m going to be coming down with a cold soon. She’s about to infect every one.
Anyway I need to go take a shower and get ready for work. Bye Bye Blog
Today is going to be long. Our “production” as they call it, is today. I finished making the bird costumes and head pieces yesterday. We have all of the African animal costumes all done. I think. They are going to look cute, but most of the little ones have no idea what is going on, and are flittering around everywhere. At practice at least, but on stage I’m thinking they may be scared and just be still.
I am sitting here with my hair dripping because I just washed the conditioner out of my hair that I left on last night. t's time to rock the curls. This little girl (tell you about her later) well I’ve basically spoiled her to death, and she’s already spoiled..rotten.. Anyway she was attempting to do my hair and she sneezed. I told her to go wash her hands, and I knew I had to wash my hair. But then I stood up to go to the bathroom and I put my hand on my back. I had a big snot spot. I was totally grossed out. The kids know I can’t handle bodily secretions, so one of them (he’s 4) said “Ohhh, you’re going to make Ms. *my name* sick.” It was so funny all I could do was laugh, and run and wash my hands. I hit up the hand sanitizer next. I went to the elementary class room and asked one of the older girls for a shirt. Every thing worked out, but I have a feeling I’m going to be coming down with a cold soon. She’s about to infect every one.
Anyway I need to go take a shower and get ready for work. Bye Bye Blog
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Got my own little studying going on here..
I have a bio test
In the morning
I need an A
So I can at least
Have a B average
At the end
You C
If I were a biome
I would be the Tundra
Cantankerous and cold
With mountains and snow
That’s until you
Got to know me
Then I am nothing but
Tropical I bring warmth
With different layers
Of life
Chaparral comes over me
Just like the dry climate
And poisonous tress
When you piss me off
There’s venom I secrete
I’m just play’n though
Just me trying to self teach
Why can’t nature really
Represent the exponential growth model
Under ideal conditions
All organisms have a chance to thrive
Logistically?
What will be my carrying capacity?
Population dynamics
Density dependent
Dispersion patterns
We are clumped
All on the east coast
It’s a mess
I hope I follow the life table
Number 1
Die in old age
And have fun while I’m young
I’m a pelagic person
Studying the seas
When others want
To see me benthic
Like a mussel
Never moving along
The sea floor
So I must study
For my last bio test
Before my finals
In the morning
I need an A
So I can at least
Have a B average
At the end
You C
If I were a biome
I would be the Tundra
Cantankerous and cold
With mountains and snow
That’s until you
Got to know me
Then I am nothing but
Tropical I bring warmth
With different layers
Of life
Chaparral comes over me
Just like the dry climate
And poisonous tress
When you piss me off
There’s venom I secrete
I’m just play’n though
Just me trying to self teach
Why can’t nature really
Represent the exponential growth model
Under ideal conditions
All organisms have a chance to thrive
Logistically?
What will be my carrying capacity?
Population dynamics
Density dependent
Dispersion patterns
We are clumped
All on the east coast
It’s a mess
I hope I follow the life table
Number 1
Die in old age
And have fun while I’m young
I’m a pelagic person
Studying the seas
When others want
To see me benthic
Like a mussel
Never moving along
The sea floor
So I must study
For my last bio test
Before my finals
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Poem of the day..Just me typing away. Not recorded in my books. Me not giving my words a second look..
My friend
Who isn’t suppose to
Be my friend
But ended up being so
Is afraid
That our start
Will be her end
She is an angel
That helped me out
I’ve always had
Toxic friends that
Meant me no good
But I am not like them
Like in the movie
I “Pay it Forward”
I would never damage her
Or her profession
Because I want to keep
Her around
She’s like a big sister
That I never had
With a humble and wise spirit
That my soul gravitated to
And reached out and grabbed
I would never hurt a friend
I’ve had it happen to me
From almost every “girl” friend
Since the history of me
Like I always mention
They have the bitch gene
I don’t posses that one
I’ve got a different allele
Who isn’t suppose to
Be my friend
But ended up being so
Is afraid
That our start
Will be her end
She is an angel
That helped me out
I’ve always had
Toxic friends that
Meant me no good
But I am not like them
Like in the movie
I “Pay it Forward”
I would never damage her
Or her profession
Because I want to keep
Her around
She’s like a big sister
That I never had
With a humble and wise spirit
That my soul gravitated to
And reached out and grabbed
I would never hurt a friend
I’ve had it happen to me
From almost every “girl” friend
Since the history of me
Like I always mention
They have the bitch gene
I don’t posses that one
I’ve got a different allele
Today
I went to see my therapist and psychiatrist this morning. My daughter came along with me, it was nice to spend time with her, even if it wasn’t the type of place she would want to hang out. I am happy that I had an appointment, and had planned to go to work late because my sitter wasn’t home when I would normally drop her off. I would have been panicking if things wouldn’t have worked out like they did. I then went home after I dropped her off and tried to take a nap. I haven’t been sleeping much here lately. I hate being tired, and I love to sleep.
My therapist and psychiatrist are the best. They always motivate me to do the right things to take care of me. They are so positive, and I look up to them because they are strong women. I remember when I took psychology how my professor stressed the importance of unconditional positive regard when dealing with a client/or patient, because she herself was a therapist. They definitely have that down. I wouldn’t trade them in for anything. I really appreciate them for helping me turn my emotional/mental life around.
Don, I see where you’re coming from saying how you wouldn’t tell anyone. I’m afraid that it may be too late, at least for the people who read T’s page that know both of us. I really don’t care what they think, but I think you’re right I don’t want to tell people that I am really close to, and that I’ve had a long relationship with. Not yet, right now it would be too much. I think it’s kind of cool how I can go around in life and not tell anybody if I don’t want to, because it’s latent. Oh well it’s a part of me, and I’m sure that people who are in my life will one day find out, but not now.
My therapist and psychiatrist are the best. They always motivate me to do the right things to take care of me. They are so positive, and I look up to them because they are strong women. I remember when I took psychology how my professor stressed the importance of unconditional positive regard when dealing with a client/or patient, because she herself was a therapist. They definitely have that down. I wouldn’t trade them in for anything. I really appreciate them for helping me turn my emotional/mental life around.
Don, I see where you’re coming from saying how you wouldn’t tell anyone. I’m afraid that it may be too late, at least for the people who read T’s page that know both of us. I really don’t care what they think, but I think you’re right I don’t want to tell people that I am really close to, and that I’ve had a long relationship with. Not yet, right now it would be too much. I think it’s kind of cool how I can go around in life and not tell anybody if I don’t want to, because it’s latent. Oh well it’s a part of me, and I’m sure that people who are in my life will one day find out, but not now.
We have our spring production Friday, and we started making costumes yesterday. These people are not about to stress me out. I was already covered in feathers yesterday making bird costumes for my students, while I had to listen to the other teacher say “I wouldn’t put feather on their sleeves.” I’m thinking they are birds, don’t birds have wings? She’s weird so I try to over look her. Sometimes I feel as she knows that she is annoying me, so she lingers around just so she can be annoying. Plus she has no life what so ever, bless her heart. She stays at work even when it’s time for her to leave. She’s not even getting paid. She has a real cool personality when she isn’t dealing with kids.
Anyway.. I took three kids at a time to try and get them all good for the show Friday. I took some of my older girls who are pretty cool and don’t give me problems first. The things kids talk about. I was LMAO when one of the quietest girls in my class was like “Yeah babies come from that big ole hole down there.” I looked up and she lifted up her dress, and attempted to pull back her panties and show the other girls what she was talking about. I’m like “NOOO!!!” All I could do was laugh because I never expected that one to say anything like that.
They don’t know the songs, and if they do they come in late, and/or start before each other. It doesn’t matter though because they will be cute. But the funny thing is the people in the office told the director of the play today..that she wants everybody in the school to participate in the play. The lady was livid. The play is Friday, and the kids we have already don’t know what to do. They probably got a lot of slack from parents that pay more than a G a month for their child to attend. Some people have 2 or 3 there..So I understand why they want them to participate. I wish I had some material right now so I can start making the elephant costumes. I can’t wait until this is over, and they can forget their lines.
Anyway.. I took three kids at a time to try and get them all good for the show Friday. I took some of my older girls who are pretty cool and don’t give me problems first. The things kids talk about. I was LMAO when one of the quietest girls in my class was like “Yeah babies come from that big ole hole down there.” I looked up and she lifted up her dress, and attempted to pull back her panties and show the other girls what she was talking about. I’m like “NOOO!!!” All I could do was laugh because I never expected that one to say anything like that.
They don’t know the songs, and if they do they come in late, and/or start before each other. It doesn’t matter though because they will be cute. But the funny thing is the people in the office told the director of the play today..that she wants everybody in the school to participate in the play. The lady was livid. The play is Friday, and the kids we have already don’t know what to do. They probably got a lot of slack from parents that pay more than a G a month for their child to attend. Some people have 2 or 3 there..So I understand why they want them to participate. I wish I had some material right now so I can start making the elephant costumes. I can’t wait until this is over, and they can forget their lines.
O B G
I have a reason
As to why I can’t sleep
That trick is trying
To take down my man
I’m sad he loss
And that she won
Now her head
Is getting bigger
And it’s not
The right one
Or who it should be
But she has a fight
In her
Its called the bitch gene
She’s going to use
Every trick up her sleeve
To do what she knows best
Pray that bills don’t get passed
While my friends
Are killing people
And getting shot at
I’m an Obama girl
He’s the sexiest President
In the history of the world
The epitome of a black man
In a world that if it ain’t white
Then it ain’t no good
So I hope this time around
That you show them
That it can be done
That why should it only be them
That gets a shot
At ruining the world
Look at it now
The history
It’s not a pretty picture
Because it’s all white
Can’t see anything
Because it’s invisible
There's no color
So go number 44
They don’t want to see
You come through
That door
But the White House
Isn’t going to be
Only the White House…
Anymore
As to why I can’t sleep
That trick is trying
To take down my man
I’m sad he loss
And that she won
Now her head
Is getting bigger
And it’s not
The right one
Or who it should be
But she has a fight
In her
Its called the bitch gene
She’s going to use
Every trick up her sleeve
To do what she knows best
Pray that bills don’t get passed
While my friends
Are killing people
And getting shot at
I’m an Obama girl
He’s the sexiest President
In the history of the world
The epitome of a black man
In a world that if it ain’t white
Then it ain’t no good
So I hope this time around
That you show them
That it can be done
That why should it only be them
That gets a shot
At ruining the world
Look at it now
The history
It’s not a pretty picture
Because it’s all white
Can’t see anything
Because it’s invisible
There's no color
So go number 44
They don’t want to see
You come through
That door
But the White House
Isn’t going to be
Only the White House…
Anymore
Sunday, April 20, 2008
So those thoughts lead me to..My bff doesn’t know about my b.p. I know she probably would accept me and it.But eehh..Don't wanna go there yet.So I was watching on of my myspace friends youtube today and she is all about anti stigma for b.p. She was saying how people shouldn’t be ashamed and go out and knock down the stigmas for the mentally ill. I don’t know if I’m ready to do that yet with certain friends and family. Most, not all of my friends in GA know, and they don’t treat me any different. But I have two particular friends who know and are always like “Did you take your meds” blah blah blah..and that’s cool because I know they care. But I couldn’t imagine having I don’t know all those people asking me the same damn questions.And then another factor comes into play once people know, they can use it against you. Wow in so many ways. I’ll let your imagination fill in the blanks.
I remember my mom and I driving down Napier Ave. by the mall in the city where I’m from *she had come to get me from my co-op job at a special needs school*, and she saw one of her co-workers driving beside us.
“She’s bipolar” she said. And then I stopped listening because she was talking down about the woman. I was the wrong person to be saying those types of statements to; because at the time I had my mind made up that I was going to be a special education teacher focused on emotionally impairment. I know now, and then about every mental, physical, emotional, psychological disorder there is, and it hurt me the way she disregarded the fact that she was a human being with faults, just like herself.
Honestly people are afraid of what they don’t know. And I don’t want people to be afraid of me. So, I don’t know when I’ll be brave enough to stand up and shout. That my brain is unbalanced, and that I’m putting the wrong chemicals out!!!
I’m having trouble enough swallowing these 5 pills, 6 if I want to sleep..everyday.Calm down ppl..three of them are only 25mg = up to 75mg. Sometimes I want to be in denial. Then I think back to all my rollercoaster days, and I don’t want that any more for myself. I need to be able to take this crap every day consistently. Somehow I cannot some days make myself, so I skip. The next day it happens..what is happening now. I’m up all night because my body has to readjust. I have a photo shoot tomorrow and I know I’ll look like crap. I hope the make up artist is good. So this is my saying good night, hopefully.
I remember my mom and I driving down Napier Ave. by the mall in the city where I’m from *she had come to get me from my co-op job at a special needs school*, and she saw one of her co-workers driving beside us.
“She’s bipolar” she said. And then I stopped listening because she was talking down about the woman. I was the wrong person to be saying those types of statements to; because at the time I had my mind made up that I was going to be a special education teacher focused on emotionally impairment. I know now, and then about every mental, physical, emotional, psychological disorder there is, and it hurt me the way she disregarded the fact that she was a human being with faults, just like herself.
Honestly people are afraid of what they don’t know. And I don’t want people to be afraid of me. So, I don’t know when I’ll be brave enough to stand up and shout. That my brain is unbalanced, and that I’m putting the wrong chemicals out!!!
I’m having trouble enough swallowing these 5 pills, 6 if I want to sleep..everyday.Calm down ppl..three of them are only 25mg = up to 75mg. Sometimes I want to be in denial. Then I think back to all my rollercoaster days, and I don’t want that any more for myself. I need to be able to take this crap every day consistently. Somehow I cannot some days make myself, so I skip. The next day it happens..what is happening now. I’m up all night because my body has to readjust. I have a photo shoot tomorrow and I know I’ll look like crap. I hope the make up artist is good. So this is my saying good night, hopefully.
The things you discover on MS
Wow! I should be asleep, but I’m not. I was looking at my best girl friends page on myspace, and I saw her sisters page too. I decided to stop by her page to comment her on how gorgeous she has become. I remember when my friends family adopted her. She was the cutest Brazilian baby who happened to be deaf. They restored most of her hearing via cochlear implant. Anyway, I was talking to my bff and she was telling me about her sister pursuing a modeling career awhile back. The girl is beautiful so why not? Anyway I was distracted away from her pictures when I read her profile. Lord be with her parents..She’s bi sexual apparently. My bff was telling me about this the last time I talked to her. She is in love with some chick..and they both are in love with some rock star man turned woman Jefree Star. Who is scary ass hell lookin’. I don’t have a problem with people and their sexuality. Hell I believe it is even innate at birth. She may not have a choice. But blasting it to the world is one thing, when your parents could possibly see. She is admitting to smoking and drinking on myspace!! I wouldn’t have been stupid enough to do that when I was her age that’s why I’m so appalled. My mom would have been patrolling my page as soon as she heard of something called myspace. “Myspace” she would have thought. It would have been her space. I just hope my daughter will be smart enough to hide her dust. I’m sure in 14 years there will be so much technology that even I may be out of touch. I am praying for my bff’s lil sis, because I know one thing I hope this drag thing is a phase cuz it’s scary.
Poem of the day..Just me typing away. Not recorded in my books. Me not giving my words a second look..
How could I make her stay?
When she said in her baby voice
“I wanna go wit you mommy”
Leaving her with her friend
Even though she wouldn’t have
Enjoyed herself
Because she would have been crying
Out for mommy’s help
You tell me I’m the mother
But it’s funny cuz you’re a man
And know nothing
About the subject
Because you aren’t one
And never will be
So how can you tell a woman
About being a mother
Writing about it like you know it
You never hear me say
This is how to be a father
Daddies don’t have to be there
We are blessed
Because you are
But sometimes you
Take this Papa thing too far
You think you know it all
But just like an apple it falls
And basically you don’t know shit
Bout raisin no little girl
At all
You put food in the cabinets
Clothes in their closets
But my daughter
Isn’t a lil man
What you called her
When you first held her
In your hands
So keep her out of the woods
Don’t talk to her
Like she’s a Gangster
Sure teach her
How to play ball
But put knee pads on her
So she won’t get scarred up
When she falls
Put her cap on her head
Cuz you ain’t the one
Braiding it
For hours at a time
Don’t spank her
Because it’s not right
What pisses me off
Is that growin up
My daddy listened
To my mommy
That’s one thing
He never questioned
Was a woman knowing
About her child
What is that cliché
That people toss around?
Mother’s know best
Maybe you need to listen
To that over used statement
Because she better not be
Outside in those woods
This spring/summer
11 acres your house sit’s upon
That is home to every bug ever created
That fly and roam the GA
Air and ground
And last summer there was
One too many ticks
Stuck to our baby
So do just like my daddy
Shut up and listen
And listen to mommy
When she said in her baby voice
“I wanna go wit you mommy”
Leaving her with her friend
Even though she wouldn’t have
Enjoyed herself
Because she would have been crying
Out for mommy’s help
You tell me I’m the mother
But it’s funny cuz you’re a man
And know nothing
About the subject
Because you aren’t one
And never will be
So how can you tell a woman
About being a mother
Writing about it like you know it
You never hear me say
This is how to be a father
Daddies don’t have to be there
We are blessed
Because you are
But sometimes you
Take this Papa thing too far
You think you know it all
But just like an apple it falls
And basically you don’t know shit
Bout raisin no little girl
At all
You put food in the cabinets
Clothes in their closets
But my daughter
Isn’t a lil man
What you called her
When you first held her
In your hands
So keep her out of the woods
Don’t talk to her
Like she’s a Gangster
Sure teach her
How to play ball
But put knee pads on her
So she won’t get scarred up
When she falls
Put her cap on her head
Cuz you ain’t the one
Braiding it
For hours at a time
Don’t spank her
Because it’s not right
What pisses me off
Is that growin up
My daddy listened
To my mommy
That’s one thing
He never questioned
Was a woman knowing
About her child
What is that cliché
That people toss around?
Mother’s know best
Maybe you need to listen
To that over used statement
Because she better not be
Outside in those woods
This spring/summer
11 acres your house sit’s upon
That is home to every bug ever created
That fly and roam the GA
Air and ground
And last summer there was
One too many ticks
Stuck to our baby
So do just like my daddy
Shut up and listen
And listen to mommy
Happy 420 N Earth Day
-420- Happy Happy 420
I was first introduced to 420 in junior high. Back then though I didn’t participate in the festivities, and I wished that my friends hadn’t either. They started partying to damn early. They really thought they were flower children. I was on this “pure” movement I would say. I didn’t smoke until I was 15, but all of my friends started a couple years before me. Out of my “black” friends, I was the only one who hung out with the “white” people. So that’s how I got introduced the second time to 420. It’s my parents fault for sending me to that school because the truth is white kids always have drugs. It was always the same group of us. One of my friend’s parents owned a farm, where we spent most of our time doing drugs. A couple of other people from our class, and sometimes her two cousins were always with us, even if we weren’t necessarily celebrating the actual day of 420. Thinking back on those days, I have a lot of random memories, but no real connection to what we actually did on 420 back in the early 2000’s. I’m sure it looked somewhat like a basement scene from “That 70’s Show”.
I’m thinking did our teachers/parents know that we smoked like we did? My friends were smoking at age 12!! And nobody went to rehab.. I know my mother knew when I first started @ 15. She either knew later on after I told her i quit, and figured she couldn't do anything, or I hid it really well. How did we not get pulled over by the 2 cops that patrolled the city of where I went to school? We constantly smoked out our cars..How stupid. I would never do that now, for many reasons. My daughter being #1. We were risk takers.
I remember smoking often before tennis matches, and having vodka in our water bottles. The water bottle idea was not mine. That credit goes to my friend with the farm. One of my girls even passed out at a match. I never was really a drinker. I remember on our last trip together as a class…We went to a city that was windy. I have no idea what went on there, and I remember is my girl who I’ll call Lennon pulling me up a flight of stair saying “This is it, until we get back to school. I’ve got more in the car.” I do remember when we got back getting into my car, driving off and leaving her ass there to get higher I guess. I figure every generation will have their group of people who will experiment with drugs. But does a drug abusing adolescent always grow into a drug abusing adult? I wonder if they are still up to the same thing? To the blogger.com people if you celebrate..celebrate to the fullest! Happy 420 oh and Earth Day!!
I was first introduced to 420 in junior high. Back then though I didn’t participate in the festivities, and I wished that my friends hadn’t either. They started partying to damn early. They really thought they were flower children. I was on this “pure” movement I would say. I didn’t smoke until I was 15, but all of my friends started a couple years before me. Out of my “black” friends, I was the only one who hung out with the “white” people. So that’s how I got introduced the second time to 420. It’s my parents fault for sending me to that school because the truth is white kids always have drugs. It was always the same group of us. One of my friend’s parents owned a farm, where we spent most of our time doing drugs. A couple of other people from our class, and sometimes her two cousins were always with us, even if we weren’t necessarily celebrating the actual day of 420. Thinking back on those days, I have a lot of random memories, but no real connection to what we actually did on 420 back in the early 2000’s. I’m sure it looked somewhat like a basement scene from “That 70’s Show”.
I’m thinking did our teachers/parents know that we smoked like we did? My friends were smoking at age 12!! And nobody went to rehab.. I know my mother knew when I first started @ 15. She either knew later on after I told her i quit, and figured she couldn't do anything, or I hid it really well. How did we not get pulled over by the 2 cops that patrolled the city of where I went to school? We constantly smoked out our cars..How stupid. I would never do that now, for many reasons. My daughter being #1. We were risk takers.
I remember smoking often before tennis matches, and having vodka in our water bottles. The water bottle idea was not mine. That credit goes to my friend with the farm. One of my girls even passed out at a match. I never was really a drinker. I remember on our last trip together as a class…We went to a city that was windy. I have no idea what went on there, and I remember is my girl who I’ll call Lennon pulling me up a flight of stair saying “This is it, until we get back to school. I’ve got more in the car.” I do remember when we got back getting into my car, driving off and leaving her ass there to get higher I guess. I figure every generation will have their group of people who will experiment with drugs. But does a drug abusing adolescent always grow into a drug abusing adult? I wonder if they are still up to the same thing? To the blogger.com people if you celebrate..celebrate to the fullest! Happy 420 oh and Earth Day!!
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