"T" is Way Cooler Than Me

You know there’s this girl I know. Let’s just call her uhhhh, T. I’ve realized that I have a lot of potential to hate on T. But I don’t. Why? Because I am willing to admit that T is so much cooler than me. I can’t think of a reason to hate her other than that very fact. And why would I hate her for that? That’s silly. That would mean that I’m not okay with me. I embrace the fact that no matter how cute I think I am, she almost always comes with something both better and different. A higher heel. I tighter do’. I just can’t win. So why not just let her. So ladies, embrace the T’s in your life. They aint better than you. Maybe they’re just a little cooler. Where’s the crime in that?

Ode to Cupcake

I am the campaign manager for the “Leave Alex Pineda Alone” Campaign. Because Alex Pineda is more of a man than you’ll ever come close to in your wildest dreams. And more of a man of God than the most deified of preachers on your Sunday mornings. Alex Pineda is a rare breed that you try so very hard to make extinct. And you hate him…because you have to wake up and look in the mirror every morning to discover that you aint him. And you blame him…for making it to Canaan, leaving you wading in the water of your own self pity. Alex is a city on a hill. Unable to be demised by your lies. His only crime is being too kind to his enemies. Alex is a dime-piece. Dressed to impress even when he looks a mess. The next best thing is his clone cause Alex is so fly, he’s in a class of his own.
Leave Alex Pineda Alone.

All that I can be, is ME

I enlisted in this army because I wanted to be all that I could be. But that’s not really what you wanted for me…to be all that I could be? You wanted me to be all that you wanted me to be. And now you’re nowhere to be found and all I’m left with is me. When I stepped out of your pulpit, all I was left with was me. When you left and went away all I was left with was me. After I left the stage from entertaining filled up seats, all I was left with was me. When the rain came and the floods rose and the wind blew there I stood wet and cold…you were not there… it was me. All me. Why is it that you can see everything around me but me?
I am drowning in my surroundings suffocating mentally. Wanting to run but nowhere to hide suffocating gently. But there I am. Hating the people around me because they don’t understand. There I am. Standing on quicksand reciting the words to “Stand.” What in the hell do you do, when you’ve done all you can? There I am. Flying to a destination and nowhere to land. There I am. I’m right there. Right…right over there. But you can’t see that damit my poetry is not about me but ME. I wonder if I have to die in order for you to blink your eye. In order for you to realize that my life was not at all how you’ve dressed me in disguises. The surprise to your dismay would not be my life to pay so I live in me. Clothed in invisibility. A ministers humility. A little girls insecurity. Trying very hard to get you to see ME.