Not much interest me. Music videos? nah. Same ole shit. Beyonce shaking lik she gotta pee. Ciara trying to be Janet Jackson. Britney cutting off her hair and ranting into news cameras that we should believe everything the media boasts. America still hellbent over a TIT at the Superbowl. Breasts are beautiful, I should know, I have two. Rappers call us Hoes and Bitches yet Imus was fired from his radio show. Seriously, why? 50 Cent and rappers have been portrayingand calling us nappy headed bitches for decades. Hip hop wouldnt survive without women gyrating in videos. America, seriously, get a clue
Music
Patti Labelle. The Greatest Singer who has ever blazed a trail and picked up a mic. She'd sing Whitney and Mariah under the very bleechers they used to watch her from. james Brown. Godfather of Soul. Old Michael Jackson. Forever in my heart. Some Janet. Otis Redding. Sam Cooke. Love him to death. Joni Mitchell. Gladys Knight. Nancy Wilson.
Movies
Children of the Corn.
Flight Plan.
All of the Hannibal Lector Movies. I just love Hannibal.
Television
a different World.
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire
Martin
Inliving color
Mad TV
Soul Food The Series
Barbershop the Series
Books
The King of Erotica
Sistah Souljah
Sidney Sheldon
Terry McMillan
Lamont Carey
Nora Roberts
Danielle Steel
About me:
I am very secluded when it comes to meeting new people. My body defies gravity, my intellect can be compared to the everyday working woman. I am who I am, open and guarded. I am passion, I love sex but it doesn't define me. Men have cum and men have burned the bridges to my heart. I dont have any children and I dont have any STDs. I love poetry, I love writing, and the more and more talented people I read on this vermin called Myspace, the more I want to burst free. I will add friends accordingly.
Who I'd like to meet: So many people. God above all. First, myself. which is why everday I look in the mirror. Reminding myself I am flesh, I am a woman, I am strong. I have have fallen and dusted myself off. I have kept it going. I have kicked rocks. I would also like to meet Coretta Scott King, but that now isn't rationally or humanly possible. R.I.P. to what a woman was a should be: real. And I would like to meet Beyonce, and tell her ass to sit down and watch some old footage of Patti Labelle, Janet Jackson and Anita Baker to see what real entertainment is.
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I want to share this with my friends who love poetry
His name was poetry
he captured me
From within his imagery
he explored my imagination
As he fueled my temptation
Within him I've built a foundation….
he is refined
Through my imagination he is designed
By the words of each line
For he whispers these thoughts are yours
he is a rendition of Langston Hughes and has
The strength of Neruda and Poe
The beauty of Adonis and as sexy as Sean Connery
he is the accumulation of fantasy and reality
For each syllable tells his story….
he has me
Sifting through fantasy and reality
Expressively
he takes my mind on a literary journey
he has me
Searching through the things that I see
The feelings that lie within me
he's opened my mind to past and present realities
he embraces me
This man of soliloquies
With nouns and verbs
Pronouns and adverbs
We become one in thought….
he said to ignite this fuse
One must be inspired or have a muse
Some type of motivation
To start a pen's rotation
So he enters me
Mentally
Within my soul he finds the capability
To compose a literary melody
he's become my desire
My passion, my destiny
For the lines I scribe
are in essence, a mirror image of me, of him?
he has me
Writing about society
The wrong and rights
The confrontations, the fights
he has me
Emotionally
Searching through my soul
To capture my heart as a whole
Of happiness
Sadness
Of madness
And kindness
he shows me
How to express the sadness of tragedies
To verbally debate
The realm of love and hate
To ask the questions of life and death
Of joy and pain
Of the hate of 400 years that remain
Of the beauty of nature to the harmonious sounds of the rain
he shows me how symmetrical lines
Could define
A moment or place in time
That captures the mind
From within
We become one
with thought, paper and pen
he shows me
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