Oh, Hi There 40!

Please, if you have it in you and the time to do so, stop on over and wish my big cousin a happy 40th birthday! I’ve always looked up to her and that has not and will not change.

Georgia Grown Southern Girl

Someone asked me, “What’s so exciting about turning 40? It’s just another day.” At first, I heard it and thought Hmm…maybe I AM putting too much into this whole birthday thing. Maybe I need to expect less and just be thankful to live to see it.

But then, I thought HECK NO! I’m not lowering my level of joy because someone else doesn’t think like me! (That thinking didn’t come instantly. It took me about a month to come to that realization!)

So, to answer the question, here’s why I’m excited about my 40th birthday.

  1. Every day is a gift. Living 365 more days is a blessing. Because so many people didn’t see those days get ticked off a calendar this year, I’m grateful for my birthday.
  2. I am ready to make myself happy. And if that means eating cake, wearing a tiara or being lazy all day, it’s a…

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Making Moves While Moving Minds While Striving To Stay Alive

Say boy, we make the decisions. I need all hands in the air. Tired and shaking. Shaking and tired. DO NOT SPEAK! Orders are shouted at us before we can talk some sense into our hearts…

Keep them from beating too fast. 

Before dawn, four of us lay sprawled out on a cold ground. Blood spilling from our heads. Mothers of boys cough on constant tears, voices held hostage. When can they speak?  Make room for empty promises and ignoramuses stepping on pointed toes. 

Give them an inch and they take ten miles, none of them green. 

I got 5 on the next incident that’s an accident that’s not really an accident, but they’re logging it as such as we count the bodies piling up. Killing us softly with more than songs. Your word is as good as your false teeth. Who amongst you will fight for an honor that is batted down at every turn?

Don’t you all speak at once. We can only swallow a few lies at a time. 

Make way for hardened hearts and stealthy forces. An untimely exodus is long overdue. 

A Love Poem To No One

Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

I want you to know
that life is hardest without
the pressing of your palms
on my chest, feeling my love
for you scaling up and down.

From afar, I dream of you.
your piercing green eyes
meet my browns and flaunt
their irises in my direction.
I fall.
It was inevitable.
The pain of touching a ghost
enters my thoughts
I know you won’t be dreaming
of me tonight.

I wish you were.
But you will tell me
that I am just the woman
you need, black enough to
be taboo
bold enough to show
you new things.
In your world, I am
a wizard.
Oz’s teacher.
You’re a student, his peer.

If you’re wondering how long
I’ve loved the idea of
loving you,
think of the beginning
of time, multiply it by
Eve, add Job, then
divide it all by Esther, and you
have millennia times infinity.

Be my sunrise.
Make my sun set.
Sun with me forever.