Thursday, September 10, 2009

Michael Jackson ~ Thursday June 25, 2009 @ 2:26pm ~ The Day The MUSIC Stopped


I‘m still trying to wrap my mind around the reality of Michael Jackson’s death. Still trying to accept the fact. No-one… I mean no-one knows how much he & his music truly mean to me. Deep down in my soul I honestly felt something end within me once I realized this was really real & so final. Spiritually I felt a part of me go with him as I looked @ the stars in the sky. Physically I felt it. It almost seemed as though the earth stopped spinning for a second as I heard him singing "Human Nature" inside my head. I can’t believe he is gone.


As far back as I can remember… I have LOVED Michael Jackson. He was the 1st voice I remember hearing sing. He was the 1st person I remember seeing dance. I listened to ALL of The Jackson 5’s records, I watched their cartoons. I still have their vinyl albums & 45’s (even the Christmas one). All I cared about was Sesame Street, Soul Train & Michael Jackson, when either one was on TV… I became hypnotized. I was a little girl & I claimed him as MY boyfriend, he was mines y’all. And… if he was too old to be my boyfriend, then he was definitely ME & Janet’s big brother. When I danced as a child I was dancing like Michael Jackson. I was a "Dancing Machine"... shake it, shake it baby. When I sang as a child I was singing like Michael Jackson. Whenever I was singing, dancing & entertaining on birthdays, holidays, weddings, receptions, family functions & even @ church it was because I heard & saw Michael Jackson do it. HE was WHY I sang. HE was WHY I danced. He was the 1st STAR that my eyes had ever seen besides the ones sprinkling up above within the nights dark sky.I LOVE Micheal Jackson. It hurts so much. I want to & will celebrate him, but I cannot help feeling sad & mourning… it hurts. Sometimes I get discouraged & feel like giving up… this is one of those times. I say things out of uncertainty. Yet, I know deep down that I gotta keep going. I believe that Michael Jackson would not want me or any other human being for that matter to give up or stop dreaming... Never STOP. "Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough". Like he as The ScareCrow riffed in The Wiz up on that pole… "You can’t get ooowwhhhooooouuuuhowwwhoooOUTTT… whew… of the game… now now now now huummmmm". He had a Reese Buttercup paper wrapper for a nose & a popcorn box as a hat y’all… how creative is that??? My family knows just about every line in that movie by hard & all of our children born have been a little Michael Jackson while watching "Moonwalker" over & over.


We’re pretty much clueless regarding God’s pre-written & pre-determined schedule for us. None of us know the exact date or time when our life will end. Although, I do believe that some & possibly all of us may have an inkling of a feeling… a premonition of sorts. Sometimes I think about the last things that people have said or done right before they died & by reflecting you may find that they revealed some kinda eerie sign or clue. I’ve observed throughout history that the people who make the biggest impacts on the human race usually die young and/or very tragically. I’m just thankful that I was born & lived in an era where I witnessed a single man make such a profound impact all over The World on purified gifted talent alone. Not only did he take that talent & crafted skillfull tools he used as a humanitarian who relentlessly attempted to "Heal The World" even through CONSTANT PERSECUTION. We ALL have skeleton bones in our closets & no-one knows THE TRUTH but him & God. The circus full of rumors, lies, innuendos, false accusations & leeches will get even uglier now that he has gone away. At least now he doesn’t have to hurt anymore… I always saw his sadness. His EYES. Even as a child... Look @ all the pictures. The Sadness. LIFE can be so depressing. Most people are unkind. I can understand why HE was the way HE was.


I’ve been going to concerts since I was a little baby literally (James Brown was the 1st one I actually remember & it was FUNKY!!!). I was lucky enough to be able to afford a ticket to The Victory Tour @ The Texas Stadium back in 84’ (I say that because @ that time $75.00 was expensive for a concert ticket… I kept my ticket stub as memorabilia). Me & my big cousin Angela went & afterwards we went to The Anatole Hotel because that’s where The Jacksons stayed that night. "Dirty Diana"…aaawww.


This is 4 U Michael Joseph Jackson… I LOVE YOU. I’m gonna miss you. God blessed US with YOU for 50 years. I guess that’s why HE allowed you an early headstart as a child entertaining us. He loves US so much that HE loaned US one of HIS most precious angels briefly. He let you experience in a short amount of time on this earth so many things… things that most of us will never experience even if we were granted 3 lifetimes. 50 years. It’s like you were an adult as a child & a child as an adult… a reversal of time. "Do You Remember The Time?" Are you now a Cherub? "With A Childs Heart". Suddenly God has taken you HOME. I know you probably danced your way up the Stairway To Heaven, you may have even Moonwalked (smile). Finally you can dapperly don a beautiful bejeweled solid gold crown just like a King should… The King of Pop. You earned your wings & now you soar eternally in The Promised Land. You don’t have to hurt no-more. No-more crying. No-more dying. Soon & very Soon… we are going to see The King… The King of Kings… GOD. May your soul Rest In Peace Forever more. In sympathy… I send my sincerest condolences & prayers out to your ENTIRE FAMILY.


Proclaiming… I have NEVER seen nor heard anyone as talented as Michael Jackson… EVER! Unique from the top of his Head to the soles of his Feet… The Cocked Hat, The Hair, The Aviator Shades, The Face, The Shirt, The Jacket, The GLOVE… Sparkling like diamonds, The Belt, The Pants, The SOCKS… Sparkling like diamonds, The Shoes… Loafers. Head 2 Toe. SUPERSTAR PERFECTION. Michael Jackson equals Magic. The King of Pop. MUSICAL ROYALTY. There will NEVER be another Michael Jackson… NEVER! He is like The Sun or The Moon… for God created only ONE of each. Michael once expressed wanting to LIVE FOREVER. To ME He will never die. He LIVES. Viva La Michael Jackson!!! "Never Can Say Goodbye"...

Saturday, February 21, 2009

U can NOT stand under MY umbrella…

Domestic abuse can happen to anyone. It can happen to both children & men, but it is more common for a woman to be a victim of it… most times a silent victim. For all of the silent victims, I Lift MY voice for YOU. Today in OUR honor, I will be speaking from the only voice I know how… the WOMAN’S VOICE.

Coming to… In a daze I found myself struggling to get up off of the floor, wondering how I got there in the first place. Suddenly, I feel a cold wet face towel being placed upon my bloody mouth. Then I hear his cries… “Baby, I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry Baby, I’m Sorry, I promise, I won’t do it again.” He thought I was dead…

LOVE DON’T HURT

It kills something inside of your spirit as a woman when a man beats you. The emotional scars are way deeper than the physical scars because memories remain forever. It HURTS!!! It is so damaging & toxic. It is something that we are either ashamed of (or) strangely choose to wear like a badge of honor. It’s an Addiction. When you cannot leave the one that’s hurting you… it’s an addiction. It’s Fear. It’s Financial. It’s your Children you have together. It’s the Sex. It’s below level Self-Esteem. It’s Reliance & Dependency. It’s Control. It’s a Cycle. It HURTS!!!

I NEED SOME WINDEX 4 THIS WINDOW

People often ask why would a woman stay in an abusive relationship… why won’t she just leave? I am here to tell you that leaving is easier said then done. People are so quick to say what they would (or) would not do. We automatically start passing judgement. I can just here some of you, “Girrrrrrrrrllllllllllllllll… if that was ME… yadda-yadda-yadda!” Newsflash: It ain’t YOU. So you can say whatever you wish, but YOU are not the one being abused. Being on the outside looking in… WE (the observers) do not see the entire picture. We do not know what goes on behind a couples closed doors. ~Planning my Escape~ Is a safe house really safe? Do I need to prepare a year in advance before I bolt? Am I suppose to have a hidden pre-packed suitcase containing copies of all my important documents, keys, stashed money, clothes, running shoes & possibly a disguise? I gotta remember to inform one friend whom I can trust, do my research & then just wait for him to leave. Escaping this right here is HARD!!! Is the glass on my windows clear??? Who has the windex???


WHEN WAS THIS TREE PLANTED???

The roots of abuse run very deep. Violence could be a family (and/or) environmental vicious cycle bred from centuries ago. Certain behavior patterns continue to grow, manifest, fester & branch out. Much like the limbs on branches of an old tree with deeply planted roots within the earth. It’s not always passed down. It can form & take on many shapes springing from unconscious (or) subconscious insecurities. Anger, power & control issues are just a few things that can be factors as well. The hands of the abuser may feel that it is a “normal” reaction, therefore seeing nothing “wrong” in the act. What defines a MAN??? Do you know your ROOTS & who planted them???

IS HE CUTE OR UGLY???

Just like a seriel killer… a woman beater does not look a certain way. He does not have one particular profile. We cannot draw or sketch his composite. He can be cute & fine as hell (or) tore up from the floor up & ugly as fuck. The prettyboys, the quiet layed-back, squeaky clean image, church going, preacher kid, etc… type can have a dark side too. Most everyone has a dark side. Trust me when I say, a man that can & will kick yo ass… does not have a sign on his forehead forewarning you in advance. His short fused, quick tempered, mood swings & Mike Tyson fist abilities very well may not be displayed. This is just a reminder that what we see visually (the pretty airbrushed picture) is not always the accurate picture (the unexposed film/negative). Remember the old saying, “Never Judge a Book by It’s Cover.” So don’t be so shocked ladies & gentlemen when the darkness comes to the light about certain people. The very one you would have never ever thought would have done something like that is the very one who did something like that.

I’M A WOMAN

I don’t care what a woman may have done (unless she tried to kill you or something), she don’t deserve to catch a beat down by NO man like she is a damn man. I grew up fighting boys & will go toe to toe wit a muh’fucka… but @ the same time I know I’m a woman, I’m not physically stronger than a man & I can’t whup no man (unless he’s a fuck’n weakling) point blank. I know when to fall back & no… it’s not about “staying in my place”. I am a WOMAN. “Who Can Find A Virtuous Woman? For Her Price Is Far Above Rubies.” PROVERBS. I like the way Judge Penny Brown put it, she said… "Live Life to the fullest, but there's some things you don't want to go beneath the DIGNITY of who YOU are as a LADY.” Walk in a way that when someone looks @ YOU… they feel proud. No matter how rough the road is that I walk on… I walk in Dignity & Grace. Do NOT allow a MAN to steal your JOY. Hold On 2 YOU & never let YOU Go!!!

YOUR MAN

He might be handsome, charming, educated, talented, nice & respectful in PUBLIC & when others are around. But only YOU alone knows what HE is like in PRIVATE. You see a side of him that no-one else gets to see… the good, the bad & the ugly. People wonder what it is that you see in him anyway. He might not like your friends or your family. Have you become distant, excluding yourself from everyone except for him? He may question who you talk to & what you talk about (ex: on the phone (or) in person). Does he know your private voicemail p.i.n.# & your various online profile or email passwords? He could be reading your journals. Maybe he demands to know where you’re going (or) where you’ve been all day long. Is he making you stay @ home? He no longer likes how you dress (key word = no longer) he thinks it’s too provocative & wants to select clothes he feels are appropriate for you. Does he want you to be “totally submissive” to his every command? Are you helping to blow his head up with that lame old wack ass, “I’m the KING of MY Castle” bullshit & he’s the one living with you? Is he fuckin around on you & you know it & you’re stayin??? Please don’t tell me that he done went out & had a baby on you & he’s back! All of the above are just a “few” questions WE might need to ask OURSELVES.

THE THINGS HE DOES

Usually it starts off subtle… fussin @ you, calling you names, cussin you out, a slight grab, push, tug or shake. Then… with time comes escalation & modifications. Putting you out of the car, locking you out of the house, pulling your hair, slapping your face, holding you down, making you fuck & suck him, tying you up (yes… with ropes), choking you, spitting in your face, whuppin you with a belt, kicking & stomping you with his Timberlands, putting knives to your throat, guns to your head, burning you with cigarettes, blunts, curling irons, chicken grease, grits or whatever. By the way, this list goes on & on & on… getting more creative within the abusers sick & warped mindthoughts & fear of losing his control over you.

WHAT AM I SUPPOSE 2 DO???

You don’t want to call 911 because you don’t want him to go to jail. You don’t want to live without him. You don’t want to die @ his hands, yet & still… you know “deep down” that one day he is going to kill you. Maybe by accident or maybe not. Wondering how did I get here. Wondering how am I gonna get outta here. You want to get out of your current situation. Are you in denial? Can you face reality? It Is What It Is. You think no-one knows. You’ve begun to withdraw. You’re hiding the bruises. You stop looking in the mirror. You cannot believe this is YOU! You feel ugly. Your self esteem diminishes. You don’t love yourself. Did you know that while he is abusing you… you in turn are suffering from spiritual self-abuse??? Your friends & family have stopped fooling with you. You feel all alone… even in a room full of people. No-one Understands!!! YOU LOVE HIM... YOU LOVE HIM... YOU LOVE HIM…


EYE’S WIDE SHUT

OPEN YOUR EYES!!! The eyes are the reflection into the soul. I always look @ a persons eyes because they help me to determine certain things about them. They speak even when the mouth is closed. They reveal so much about a person unbeknownst to them. That… far away look, distant, lost, longing, happy, crazy, sad, hungry, playful, serious, lustful, brilliant, blank, scared, mean, kind, confused, dead, alive LOOK. The EYES. What I LOVE the most about The EYES is when I see GOD in them. Let me tell you something… the red flags are always there from the very beginning, we just choose to ignore them. A lot of times it’s because we simply don’t want to be alone. WE WANT A MAN!!! We feel like we can’t live without a man in our life… no matter if he ain’t about shit. The old saying use to go something like this, “Half a man is better then NO MAN at all!” So we settle. We settle for the lies & dishonesty, the verbal, mental & physical abuse, the philandering man-whorish type ways he possesses. We Settle for Less. Some of us actually like “Bad Boys”… you lonely & depressed… you need a THUG in our LIFE. Hey-Aaa… Hey-Aaa... Hey-Aaa… Give Em’ Da Finguh!!! I know about that mentality. It’s hard to see clearly when you have two black eyes… EYES WIDE SHUT. After the swelling goes down… go to the mirror, open them slowly, focus and look @ YOUR REFLECTION... FIND YOURSELF in it. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. OWN IT. LOVE YOU. Move Forward. Never Go Backwards. YOU CAN FLY!!! Believe It. Believe in YOU.

IT HURTS SO GOOD

It is not easy to admit & although it might sound strange to some… an abused woman has distorted thought patterns that we use to convince ourselves of an unrealistic reality. Our minds think differently than a woman who has never been abused. We have thoughts like… “He wouldn’t hit ME if He didn’t LOVE ME”, “I must’ve did something to deserve this”, “I should’a just kept my mouth shut.” What is more shocking than anything else is that after years of being abused many women get use to it, become numb to it, instigate or provoke it & secretly get off on it. We become “Pain Freaks”. We start digging the pain, delusionally inwardly saying… “It hurts so good, It’s a good pain.” What’s the matter? Dare I speak my mind? Yep… I said it!!! I know… I know… my previous statements sound harsh & may offend some people, yet there is TRUTH in it. Like it or not ~ it is TRUE for some. It is TRUE. Unless you have been (or) are being abused, the reality is… you probably cannot relate. All I can say is… if one person out there reading this may have needed to hear that for them to say… “NO MORE!!!”, then MY intentions have been recognized.


FINAL THOUGHTS 4 NOW:

I write this blog just to say… I find absolutely NO amusement in the Chris Brown & Rihanna situation. The rumor mills, gossip blogs, media sensationalism & unknown FACTS are not entertainment too me. We need to put all speculations aside & allow the TRUTH to emerge & work itself out. The police report is a public record, and the streetz know that the leaked photo was an inside job (the stop snitching code on naming names still applies… even with the police ~ I got an idea for a new reality show called… “Police Who Carry Camera-Phones”). Other then that no-one knows the FACTS except for him & her. If Chris did indeed assault her (which is not as unbelievable as one might think). Then the saying, “Never Judge a Book by It’s Cover” can be applied to this drama. My heart goes out to Rihanna. I pray for the both of them (he probably feels bad about it now, especially since the whole world knows). I ain’t gone lie & pretend that I’m not pissed off @ him for putting his hands on her “allegedly”. He was wrong & he admittedly needs help/prayer/counseling & that’s a start. Whether anyone feels his apology is sincere & half assed is irrelevant. As far as him being all squeaky clean… like I said before, I always look @ a persons eyes. Honestly… his eyes look mean to me, whether he’s flashing a colgate smile or not… his eyes say something different than his smile. That’s just my opinion. Regardless of what we think (or) feel… we need to respect their privacy & consider the pain, embarrassment & humiliation that she must be feeling at this time. What if it were you??? I know if it was ME… I’d go into hiding for a bit. The cameras & the questions alone would be the number one reason me making that decision. I hope after this, she finds the strength to say to him… “U can NOT stand under MY umbrella.”

* So for now… I’ll exit @ this time on this subject because I’m tired, It’s too much & plus if I keep going… this could actually turn into a book…

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I Reminisce Over YOU sometimes…


We were like the hood Cleopatra & Nefertiti…
Remember how we were so different from EVERYBODY else???
We looked different. We dressed different. We WERE DIFFERENT.
We rocked shit that other people were afraid to, hadn't heard of (or) simply could not afford.
We was Neiman Marcus adorned with Louie Vuittons (REAL… NOT KNOCK-OFFS) …
My brother made fun of your vintage pill box hat with the rattlesnake head on it cuz you didn't think they had drained the poison out the fangs… The wind blew it off your head & the teeth got caught in the back of my cashmere sweater… He said you was try'na kill me on the cool…
You worked on your body & I worked on my music EVERYDAY…
They gawked at your THIGHS (move over Beyonce)& thought my HAIR wasn't REAL…
Catz said we both was the exact same color as East Texas Red Dirt…
I was the ONLY kid in the hood who's hair was being styled by "Vicki McGruder" (R.I.P. ~ Essence Magazine did a write-up on on her cuz she was that COLD!!!) & whenever Prince came down here to do a concert she loaned him her Banana Yellow Rolls Royce… Nobody in Dallas is that notorious of a Stylist since her ~ except for Master Braidist "Isis"...
We were so NAUGHTY for knowing how A-U-T-O-Matic could make ANY guy OBEY…
What about the old ladies that use to say we was… "FAST"???
I always wanted to sit with them on their porches soaking up their wisdom… Craving KNOWLEDGE…
How your conversation alone got 70-year old "Caucasian John" to purchase you that full length MINK COAT…
Just how many corners did we cut in his Cadillac???
The Japanese Restaurant that served us "Shark Fin" on a platter… I still don't know how two girls could eat $300 worth of food… just sampling & taste testing & thangs…
The "Spending Money" he made sure we kept in our designer bags…
We had so much FUN!!!
I know I wasn't suppose to be sitting up all night partying with players from The Dallas Mavericks @ the Rastas Crib… I was just a teen… I kept giggling & telling him he looked just like the picture of the Lion that was hanging on his wall…
Lucy & Ethel… Ditzy, Dingy & Goofy as hell… I always attract Smart Crazy Ass People for some reason hunh??? (Birds of A Feather… LoL!!!)
I almost forgot about the obsessed guy with the camara that followed me around all the time downtown taking my picture… He didn't know that YOU was the Model not ME…
Your PORTFOLIO was absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!!
What about when Bootsy Collins gave me a big kiss & advised me that I probably should get out of Dallas & maybe move to Atlanta if I wanted to make it in the industry… I wonder if I should'a listened…
You loved my big sister in law who taught me "The Game"… she could make us laugh all day… She would braid ol' girls hair that sung backup for John Cougar Mellancamp & I'd sit there for hours just questioning her down about living a Rock & Roll life…
Thrifting… Antiques, Vintage & Retro like Greta Garbo & Marilyn Monroe…
That Christmas Eve sack of "pale green with red hairs"… I have NEVER had none better… NEVER!!! We Laughed till Christmas Day…
Remember that old man with the Lean House in South D???
The Fake ID's & The After Hours…
We never understood what it was about us that ALWAYS made heads turn upon entering a room…
Never had a clue what interested the "Stalker Obsessive Types" to us…
Naive… Thank God We Had Protection… (Click Click POW!!!)
WOW!!!
I could run like a cheetah in some 4 inch heels though… Thatz Skills…
"Superfly" drove you around in that Excalibur & y'all looked like Bonnie & Clyde in that ride…
Its weird cuz I always thought he was the one with the dark side…
I never suspected it would be the "nice" one who took your virginity to take my best friend away from me… FOREVER.
None of us will ever know what really happened on that final night…
I KNOW I learned what "A Wolf In Sheeps Clothing" meant after that…
He told the law y'all wrestled with the gun & it accidentally went OFF…
While I slept that night, the fragrance of the perfume you bought for me engulfed the room…
Quickly… I felt a cool crisp wisp, sorta like a soft breeze blow over me as I lay there sleep… I could feel you standing there by the glass bottle on my built in dresser… All I could whisper was I LOVE YOU, I'm Scared & May Your Soul Rest In Peace…
I Reminisce Over YOU sometimes…
Damn… I REALLY MISS YOU…

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Sometimes I feel INVISIBLE…

Mary said… "Life can be only what you make it ~ when you're feeling down you should never fake it"…


Sometimes I feel INVISIBLE…
I speak from my heart.
I sing from my soul.
I open my arms.
I stretch out my hand… no-one but NO-ONE grabs a hold.
I'm try'na let go.
I feel so alone.
Just leave me alone.
The sound of silence can be so LOUD!!!
Yet… I hear spirits.
My ancestors surround me in the darkness ~ they keep me calm.
Jesus Saved Me.
I was standing on the edge.
I could not see.
Angels walk with me.
Reincarnated.
My tears could fill the sea three times... I PROMISE...
I am blue.
I am YOU.
I smell honeysuckles.
I taste honeydew.
I dance in the nude with the morning dew upon my skin.
I'm laughing.
I'm fighting.
It feels like I'm drowning.
I'm flying.
Do you hear me???
Can you see me???
What about the raindrops… do you like them???
I'm an outcast ~ the black sheep so 2 speak...
I think DEEP!!!
He wants my body.
I need 2 see ME when I look into HIS eyes.
He convinces me.
They told me "NO"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do not care.
She stole from me.
I forgive you.
He stole from me.
I forgive him too.
I bounce back... though no-one has my back, my back, my back…
This chick is CRAZY.
Poetic Tragedy.
Genius.
I watched helplessly as he lay on the concrete & died... I cried...
Who can I run to???
I'm lost.
I'm hungry.
I don't wanna hear it ~ go tell it 2 someone else!!!
Give me WATER.
I break & share my bread.
Can you feel me???
Ignored.
Talk 2 ME!!!
Bored.
I don't wanna talk 2 YOU.
You could at least say…"Thank You".
I'm waiting...
The smoke is fine mellow yellow man…
I feel like giving up.
I will NOT stop no matter what.
Thug Life.
Princess.
Queen.
Goddess.
What you reading???
I alway's make the first move!
This is intoxicating…
I hate a drunk.
My incense are Sandlewood...
I LOVE.
I LOVE HARD.
No Reciprocity.
I light a candle.
They don't believe in ME!!!
You just wait & see…
Is this a dream???
Sometimes I feel INVISIBLE…
I always feel GOD in the Sunshine… Always…
Do you LOVE Me???
I'm sleepy… yet I cannot sleep…
All of thee above...