Sunday, July 15, 2018

Black Bird 4

Sometimes, we mourn a love we never had
A love we could have had
But chose not to settle for
Yet, we mourn the loss of it
Because… hope!
Hope is such a dangerous thing
It leaves you wanting, needing
Reeking of something so strong they can smell it miles away
And who wants that?
Hope is such a fickle thing
It leaves you confused, deranged
Wondering why you have faith in something that proves over and over again it’s only here to hurt you
What is wrong with you?
Hope is such an inspiring thing
It makes you learn, invest
Growing into the kind of person you would be proud to be with
What’s wrong with that?
Hope is such a beautiful thing
It is curious, yet grounded
Knowing that contentment comes from self-love and companionship is just dessert, albeit delightful
There’s nothing wrong with that.

Friday, October 27, 2017

Tales of a Baby Sailor

I've been racing sailboats for over a yearn now and it's easily one of my favorite hobbies. I got invited to write for the fun people at Wandering Feet and my article is pasted below. It's a paper magazine but I have screen shots of rough edits of my work attached afterwards, please excuse the typos. Enjoy, and grab a copy!

I could write you a love song about sail boats and the feeling in your eyes when your sails are full, your crew is working in harmony, and the wind is just right. 

I could talk your ear off about the exhilaration that comes with racing as foredeck, trying to hoist the spinnaker when going down wind and knowing that everything you do(n't do) affects your spot in the race. 

I could show you all my bruises, sun-burnt forehead, wet shoes, smelly gloves, heart full of joy, face full of smiles and convince you that somehow, I had a great day. 

I could try to express what it's like to rig the boat before leaving the docks, watch the sunset during a race or jump off an anchored boat in the middle of a lake during a lazy sail day.

I could go on about the love and support in the sailing community and how sailing clubs for children are producing better sailors than I'll probably ever be. 

I could do all that but it would never compare to the peace, happiness and freedom you will experience from getting on a boat yourself and sailing away from shore. Words will never be enough to describe the swell in your heart as you countdown to the start of a race while your skipper tries to cross the start right as the horn goes off. 

I understand that some people get sea-sick and others just simply don't care much for sailboats. However, can you truly knock it if you've never tried it? Power boats are fun and I can understand the joy found in the simplicity of turning on an engine and jetting off. Sailboats however are a deliberate experience, taking the time to work with whatever nature is offering and bonding with others while setting course on vast or narrow waters will always be captivating.

Friend, it is my hope that you will one day muster the bravery to set sail for a sunset. Dare to get on a boat and ask your skipper to teach you a few things. Learn a knot or two. Grab the tiller and learn to work with the winds. Sail off to the horizon and look out for me.

“I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it's because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it's because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came.

[Remarks at the Dinner for the America's Cup Crews, September 14 1962]” 
 John F. Kennedy

*I've since raced circuit stops and in the ocean,  and had the time of my life!

Friday, July 14, 2017

Salty, bleeding heart

Maybe you're right. Yes, I have a bleeding heart. Yes, I don't always know what I want, but no, I refuse to settle for the things that I know I don't want.

Maybe if you give me a second I can write you into immortality, give you wings that span the ends of the earth, a heart that loves fiercely, protects the hurting and softens the gaze of the wicked.

Maybe I also know that if you go out of your way to hurt me you will die a thousand deaths, all by the wrath of my pen.

Maybe I've been blessed with motherland curls that don't let my afro go anywhere without serious persuasion, so forgive me if I decide to walk out the door looking like a riot and not giving a hoot that you would rather I at least had Becky's messy bun.

Maybe I don't want you to light a flicker in my heart if you don't have candles for eyes to light the way for all who experience your being.

Maybe I know that sometimes people are punished for crimes of which they are the victim. Why do rapists get months, a few years or nothing behind bars when we all know the raped get  PTSD?

Maybe I think that Jesus would have totally kept up with the Kardashians because He spent His life loving on people we wouldn't be caught dead talking to. We say we want to be like Him yet we lock Him up in church, only spend time with other christians and only love on "unbelievers" so we can show it off on social media or brag about how accepting we are.

Maybe my world has spectrums full of grey that makes loving on the world a little easier and I understand that your bleached whites and ebonies will never truly feel at home here, loving on all these people that think so differently from you, yet feel and love just as hard.

Maybe people who say things like "you're kind," "you are a Christian," "you're a woman of faith," "you give back a lot," as if they are major character flaws and conclude with "I don't think I could ever live up to who you are" are the kind of people I'm terrified to be with.

Maybe I remember what it feels like to be left with no exit strategy for my feelings and I'll be damned if I do that to another person. Someone smart once said "you can put a band-aid on a finger, but what can you put on a broken heart?"

Maybe I don't know exactly what I want but maybe we both know that whatever it is, it isn't you.

Saturday, June 4, 2016


Happiness is never a choice
You can move things around to put yourself in situations that might make you happy
You can tell your brain to force your heart to smile but your eyes never lie
You can try
And sometimes, that is enough
The courage to try, is enough
One day, maybe, you'll catch your lips smiling and your heart grinning
Your brain will remind you that you forgot to instruct it
And you'll know from the feeling in your eyes that happiness has arrived
And it will be beautiful
So even if you don't feel it right now
Even if you choose happiness but it's decisions don't match your desire
You can try
And it will be enough
You can try
And your heart will conquer today

Friday, April 29, 2016

Snaggled Hearts

Hate is not a pretty look on you

There is strength in vulnerability and your mind is yours for the conquering

Beauty comes from within and it makes the things around you beautiful too

Yes, love is contagious

Hate is not a pretty look on you

Be better

All ways


Saturday, March 12, 2016

Gridlocked Scars

While no one is interested in people who haven't lived and died a couple of times, what has savage solitude done for anyone besides creating broke poets?

Dear heart, who told you you could feel so much?
Catch feelings when you haven't caught the drift?
I can't think over the sound of you breaking
It's the crackling of broken promises, buttered truths, and misappropriated trust
It's the mosaic of open wounds and broken mirrors
That look how you feel
And you feel too much
Give too much
Go on whirlwinds of emotions through every end of the spectrum

Calm the hell down!
Take a break
Catch a breath
Be still
Your wounds will soon turn to scars
And scars exist because healing occurred
So look forward to the scars
Love them
Let them be the the road map to self-love and contentment
Let them teach you that you don't need to scratch every itch
Some feelings need to be left unattended
So you don't bleed into things mistaken for love
Let the people who already love you take care of you

New friends are good
But you need to flat iron your hair to hang out with them
Old friends are better
They love that your skin is a riot and laugh at your stupid jokes
Your best friend is the best
You don't need to be special for her
She just loves you
Let the people who already love you care for you
There are too many sad and lonely people in the world
And what has savage solitude done for anyone,
Besides creating a gridlock of scars?

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Who's laughing now?

The hardest thing about breaking up is not the break up itself, but everything that happens after a break up. It is seeing something incredibly funny, that's part of a running inside joke, that you immediately want to share with that person, but can't. You can share it with other people, but it takes too much explaining and takes away from the fun. So in a split second, you go from being teary-eyed because you're laughing hard, to being teary-eyed because you're stuck with a screenshot and a stupid joke you can't share.