kappa alpha psi
so last night i told her i’d grab the moon if her world ever got too dark.
we’ve somehow managed to lock ourselves in every room of the house with a doorknob and coexist in the exact same spaces.
i guess we’ve done what my seventh grade science teacher taught was impossible.
today i pressed my back against the back of the toilet and wrote you a letter you will never read.
at least until i die.
i pressed my back against the seat and remembered your back pressed against the seat on that bus that time we thought we’d create sex stories with our clothes on – and strangers sitting right in front of us.
i opened your letter with: “to my little snot rag”
in case you find my book and decide to be nosy.
you are not on this planet with me.
damn you and your shit to do.
one day i want to nikki giovanni you.
kidnap you like the poets do.
we can eat fish from sticks on islands with names that are hard to pronounce while watching the water roll across your ashy feet.
(i just laughed out loud for real)
i pressed my back against the chair questioning whether or not we’d be able to lock ourselves outside.
build an imaginary box around us, wondering if the the beach-goers are watching.
they will be.
i will spend mine in love.
i have run – tripped & fell hard for it all.
i love this shxt i call life. and why not.
i’m surrounded by beautiful people and beautiful people have me.
and i’m not sure if i’ve written this before, but if so, who cares…i say it again:
the one thing no one will EVER be able to say is that i wasn’t there when they needed me.
i got your back like chiroprac-tic!
-we must learn the temperature limits of our dxcks, fellas. if your girl likes the shower water on ACID RAIN, you need to know your dxck can’t handle it.
-if you’re gonna let her sit on your face, make sure she leaves you an air hole. don’t be that fool who dies with coochie juice on your face. it ain’t cool.
-please take the time out of your busy schedules to learn the difference between YOUR & YOU’RE.
-in 2010 focus more on achieving your dreams, and not just the dreams of your employer. come from behind the desk for a few minutes and compare your personal accomplishments to your career accomplishments.
-maybe we can’t turn a hoe into a housewife, but we’ve managed to make them school teachers and doctors.
-why the hell doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
so we took a few strolls around central park & laughed at the horse pulled carriages and those who thought it was romantic to smell like shit at the end of the ride.
times square was bright – but not as bright as us.
we made the world shine.
it was like a levi’s commercial – “oh pioneers.”
and it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
and now i’m facing a decision:
i really hate fxcking dc!
i’m not sure so much if it’s dc or if it’s howard
but i’m giving god a week to give me a path out of here.
if that path opens up, i’m packing my bags and running fast.
i’m no stranger to regret.
so maybe i’ll regret the decision of dropping out of howard & leaving what i have here.
but i’ve always believed that a life without regrets is a life not worth living.
who wants to live a life full of all the right decisions?
so this year i want to focus on those regrets, bad decisions and shxt i do wrong.
everything i do correctly has been perfected and repeated. no need to dwell on that.
“loiterers should be arrested.”
-she has nothing but bubblegum and a condom in her $800 louis vuitton bag. other than that, she’s empty.
let’s get things in order. starting with our house. then our pockets, wallets and purses. no matter the cost.
i used to have a fear of having a daughter.
i remember my college career & the girls i flaunted & introduced to a trife life.
and to think that could happen to some little person attached to me was unacceptable.
but i’d teach her. so i don’t worry.
fellas: your daughters need to learn ‘the game’ more than your son does.
you hold her hand and tell her she’s beautiful everyday.
you talk to her about the man you were before you were her father.
you teach her that life.
because we all know that it’s scripted.
the lines haven’t changed – the moves are still the same.
fools are still asking the girls if they are ticklish and attempting to get them on top.
then the kissing begins.
you tell her not to fall for that bullshxt.
then QUESTION EVERYTHING
(photo courtesy of @Vwayne – http://www.vwayneb-ondtheveil.blogspot.com/)