Good Ideas

Ok, so I have had some new ideas in the works lately. Number one, I'm writing a children's book. I'm working with an illustrator, and have a co-writer so that we can make "Befriending Bear" happen. I'm starting a new blog, MadamSports.blogspot.com, sports from a knowledgable girls point of view... none of that extra cute stuff, well not mostly extra cute stuff... if I guy looks good, it will be noted. That's it for now... I'll keep you posted folks!

Poems... Unfinished

As cologne wafts in the air above pillow cold from lack of pressure
I think of you.


He's got the type of body that makes me want to write a poem,
type of smile that makes you forget where this was goin',
Perfectly chiseled, like Adonis even,
So much a work of art I steal glances like I'm theavin',
And even though the hazel browns glimmer in time to twilight,
I'm scared of him.

I got off the phone with you two hours ago,
and your voice is still in my head,
not because it exudes sexiness,
which it does,
but because it's cryptic.

May be I like some White in my Chocolate

OK so...

I'm having this dilemma... I'm sitting next to this really cute guy, a college rep for another school, and he's completely not into me. Which actually isn't my problem. My problem is that he 's white. I don't know when I came to this place where it's cool with me to date outside my race. I mean I've done it before, but it was more of a conquest thing. I wanted to experience something different really, something else like that Sanaa Lathan movie. But now I find myself drawn to everyone, regardless of race, creed, or color. I guess this is a good thing, dispite what the movie depicts there's nothing wrong with a little Jungle Fever right?

I guess this is what Tracy Morgan meant by "post racial America." Thank you Tracy, and President Obama, cause even though you made others look at you in a different light, you also made me look at "the others" differently too. Not only did your election show change, but it also showed that it's not that weird for a white guy to vote for a black guy, so maybe it's not weird for a white guy to fall for a black girl. I have a dream of having this really attractive husband, with these really attractive kids, and that guy in my dreams was generally a Chocolate brotha, well maybe now he's more like Hot White Chocolate!

Obama. White Sox. Enough Said.

Obama Day

I will not be the only person blogging today. And I probably don't have the best perspective, or location, as I'm not in Washington D.C. like many of my friends, but I do have something to say. It's funny because you would think that as an African-American, I would have understood what this whole thing means. And, I understood it, but the gravity of the inauguration of our nations first African-American president.

No, it was not the "flub" of the oath, it was not the speech as amazing as it was, it was not the poem, which was also great. It was at the end, the benediction, when the Reverend Dr. Joseph Lowery stood at one of the largest pulpits in the world. When he began his speech by quoting something that we all know well, "Lift Every Voice and Sing," The Negro National Anthem.

As a child you learn the words to this anthem:

Lift every voice and sing,

'Til earth and heaven ring,

Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;

Let our rejoicing rise

High as the listening skies,

Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,

Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;

Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,

Let us march on 'til victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,

Bitter the chast'ning rod,

Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;

Yet with a steady beat,

Have not our weary feet

Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,

We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,

Out from the gloomy past,

'Til now we stand at last

Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,

God of our silent tears,

Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;

Thou who has by Thy might

Led us into the light,

Keep us forever in the path, we pray.

Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,

Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;

Shadowed beneath Thy hand,

May we forever stand,

True to our God,

True to our native land.

And before it was just words. The beginnings of the song are true, we came from such a hard path, a path of stones, and blood, and tears, and dirt. And I know that I can thank GOD for what we have, and if none of this ever happened I would still be thankful and feel blessed because my people could be extinct like dinosaurs but he brought us through. But I found it so hard to imagine not being stagnant, I couldn't find that "rising sun." Not until Reverend Lowery spoke to me today.

Today was the first day that I cried during the course of President Obama's run to the White House. Not when he was elected and I hugged my Step-Mother as tears streamed down her face. Not on MLK day when it was stated by Jesse Jackson Sr. that we are now "in the final lap" of realizing his Martin's dream. But when the reverend, who co-founded the Southern Leadership Conference with Martin L. King spoke those words that we had reached our sun, that the new day had begun, the tears started streaming.

And as I sit here now reliving that feeling, that unmistakable feeling that that someday is here. When I can walk down the street and be seen as a stranger, and not a black girl. I can't wait to be inconspicuous, I can't wait to be just plain me... and for the first time in my life, in my mom's life, in my grandmother's life, I can say... realistically... that day could be tomorrow.