Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

My Funny Valentine Initially, when you said to me that you sent me a gesture of affection I'm the form of an email... I failed to express how unnecessary it was that you did such a thing Instead I chose to be thankful that you thought of me although as the years have gone by my eyes have acquired a clarity that enables me To see Right through you And when I read "your" words in a tone and richness I never heard I immediately questioned the origin of your expression After all it always seemed as if you created a profession of "yessing" me to death For no particular reason But apparently, for Mr. Misleading it's still hunting season And I must look like an easy catch Well,... Allow me to snatch back your fantasy and impose my reality on you The way you imposed your contrived charm on me. Despite your claims of refusing to play games And creating erratic brain waves just to find the right words to say... I copied your message Yup, the whole k...

I have a friend. He's so sweet to me. He writes me poetry, he sends me music, we text, we email, we talk... this guy is wonderful. Did I mention he's my friend?? He's so into me. We flirt, we laugh, we talk about our favorite foods, we plan to travel together, last night he had the steamiest dream about ME and just reading the details made my face flush beet red. Did I mention he's my friend?? He listens to me about my dating woes, he listens to me complain about slacking off on going to the gym, he likes to hear my voice, he loves when we go spelunking (private joke), he accepts my quirks and my expressions and my hang ups. But- he's my friend. You know what I like best about this friendship? Its free. Its open. Its easy. I don't have to worry about the labels. I don't have to wonder where its going or where it won't be going. I don't have to care who else he sends poetry or who else he spelunks with. All I know is I can text him a *Slurp* and he kn...

as a little girl I knew nothing about the things of the world the ins or the outs as a young lady I began to see the flaws of my parents and the road before me as a young woman I came to see that life is for consuming every opportunity There are many more years for me to grow and adhere to the wisdom I come to know.

"Do you want to be loved or do you want to love?" Mom had a subtle grin on her face. I knew that she was trying to teach me something because she always got that grin on her face. What I needed to decide was whether or not I wanted to learn today's lesson. Mom patiently kneaded her dough. Her homemade bread was so good. I used to sit on a little wooden bench and watch the entire process. I never learned how to bake bread though. "I don't see why I should have to choose." I mumbled. I decided that there was no right answer, only an opinion. "You will have to choose." Mom smiled this time. It was a mental game of chess that I had no idea I was playing. For some reason, I felt like no move was going to be the right move. "I think that two people can love each other equally and be happy. No one person should do all of the loving. I think its negative to think that you should have to choose." Mom continued kneading. I continued to express my o...

I have been called negative before. My argument has been that I am a realist. I actually try my best to stay upbeat and positive as much as possible. But then there are those days.... They are the days that you'd rather rub alcohol prep pads over your eyelids than go to work. They're the days you'd rather tweeze every hair out of your head than tell that a$$wipe the same answer to the same darn question for the thousandth time. They are the days that dealing with the BS that life has handed you is like pushing out a ten pound turd while tippy toeing on a tight rope.... (thats a hilarious visual actually- hee hee). Well for me, its been one of those days and sadly, it has progressed into weeks. I am what you call "in a funk". I don't know how long its going to last but I am doing my darnedest to get out of it. Today, I ordered pizza. This is how I know I am emotionally affected. I needed comfort food. Well, after gobbling my three slices and feeling like a glut...