He looked like an Angel albeit a broken Angel splayed out on the cold marble floor. His head at angles with his twisted body along with his staring unseeing eyes extinguished any hope that the embers of life still burned within him. The earth came up to meet him and swallowed him into the heavens. The Benjamins make a poor parachute.
Baby Boy Got $200 sneakers as a reward for cussing the teachers and failing in school. Teacher or principals fault. Grades all F but it ain’t me you fucked up can’t you see! School’s for Fools. Some place I don’t want to be.
Baby Boy he never wrong. They got it all mixed up seeing me strong. Y’all know I’m the King of my crew. God’s Gift to everything.
But in the back of your head all you can see is yo’ no count Daddy, welfare system and crackhead Momma staring back in the mirror saying you gonna be like me.
Hanging out in the upper class nabe with my hoodrat crew. See a few things I wanna take. Wait a minute! What’s that I hear! A siren in back of me. Starting to fear. Next thing I’m on Lock down in Juvie Hall. Where my crew at now when as I’m taking this fall.
Baby boy lying in a ditch. Worse off than being a Snitch. Off to Rikers’ to be somebody’s Bitch. Baby Boy. You Done. You Done.
His rhymes had got him to the big time. Opened new doors of upper class vice and sin. The immoralities of the 1%. I gazed at my son from the balcony of one of the greatest art institutions in the city seeing not the young man who had entered the 27 Club of the Immortals but every little boy running up and down Linden Blvd., Jamaica Avenue, Fulton Street or Sedgwick Avenue running to be the next 50 cent or Jay-Z finding fame and winding up on 27 Jump Street misjudging the doubles lives one foot in the hood and the other on Central Park West or the Upper East Side seeking Hipster fame and validation.
Jump my Son/Sun. Jump out of your dreams and into Eternity.
Note from BW of Brazil: Wow! Has it been three weeks already?!? Ya know, as a regular blogger, I am always consistently preparing new material for the blog’s readership. Whether translating new material or preparing my own thoughts on such material, sometimes I lose track of articles that are already done and just need posting or those that sit in my “post bank” just waiting for official release. As I’m writing now, I just realized that I have 23 such articles sitting in the bank, some going as far back as September of last year! Incredible how time flies sometimes! Today’s piece is a great example.
Women arriving for the 2nd annual March of Kinky/Curly Hair Pride
I had prepared this piece almost three weeks ago and had planned to post it on the following day. But then what happened? The 2016 Olympics soon approached and the piece got…
With your answers, please remember we are in the SYW world which may not always match our reality.
What is your favorite comfort snack food?
Is the paper money in your possession right now organized sequentially according to denomination and with the bills right side up and facing the same way?
Yes! Nerd City! LOL!! :)
If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing?
Being that my family is my cat Sylvester. (My brother Stephen does not live with me.) And Sylvester is a Mouser Extraordinaire that would be one Dead Mouse!! Be it Chuck E. Cheese, Mickey, Minnie or Mighty Mouse (which are nothing but glorified rats to me!) I’d be playing Taps for the mouse before evening became morning.
Would you rather not be able to read or not be able to speak?
Speak. Reading is my Life. Anyway technology exists for people with brain damage, damaged or non-working voice boxes that enables them to speak.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I will use a modified Facebook post to declare my Gratitude and Appreciation!!
First reason for my Love of my Dresses: The Visitors/Public often mistake me for a man. At least once or twice a week museum visitors address me as Sir or Mr. ???? Sometimes instead of the pants I’ll wear the skirt so they will at least see me as female not male.
Why do I Love wearing dresses?! Because of all the Lovely compliments. Usually many of my co-workers are only used to seeing me in my rather drab ugly uniform. This morning I ran into male co-worker at the local deli not far from our workplace. He had such nice things to say about my dress and about how much better it looked than the uniform! LOL! I just felt so happy and the good feeling stayed with me all day! For women our uniforms make us look like Charlie Chaplin! Yes Dresses are much much better. Makes me feel so feminine. Singing the song, “I feel Pretty! Oh So Pretty!” LOL!!
Another male Co-worker complimented me either Friday or Saturday at work. It felt so good to hear his wonderful words. At least I know I’m not a total dork or nerd. It does not matter how old you get as a Woman you still want to hear from Men that you look good. Especially now that I’m in my late 50s I really appreciate those special uplifting words from men of all races.
I’m also grateful that Thursday I was able to attend the annual Union Basketball game. Free pizza and chicken. Nothing like seeing our guys get down on the Basketball court!! A great time was had by all!
As for next week I look forward to my weekend which is Sunday/Monday. Rest, Sleep & Relaxation.
Aretha Franklin – (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman 
Ahhh…. So beautiful. My Dream. I went to bed in New York and woke up in Ghana! One day we will meet face to face and I will Lift my hands in Praise to the MotherLand. A kidnapped daughter returning to her Native Soil. Clap my hands together and land in Botswana! The Royal Kingdom of Benin. Nigeria My Love She beckons to me. Mama Mozambique I hear you calling my name!
My wings soar high across the Nile into Egypt Land of my Royal ancestors, Hatsheput, Tiye, and Nefertiti.
Who Were the Ancient Egyptians? They are us and we are them. We are all all Queendoms and Kingdoms of Africa!!
I see the long dark corridor which took me away. That dark ship ride on stormy seas bearing me to an untrue way in which I could no longer sing Creator’s grand melody. I can still hear the moans and groans of the weary, the silent rotting flesh of the dead. Some of cast into the ocean by pale pall bearers. Sanctified in oceans cold womb. For generations and generations I have longed to return. A cast away adrift in seas of detractors. My language, customs, traditions,rites and religion torn from me I recast myself yet never forgot my true self. Throwing off my shackles to be reborn. Warrior Queen reigns over distant shores. Curly kinky tendrils carry me upward off to regal shores.
My cousins sit along African shores awaiting my return.
Other genetic ancestors Navajo, Hopi, Arapaho and Sioux bid me stay, pay homage to our Ancient Americas and dwell among them but I could not. So I Blessed them all and began the long arduous journey homeward. This time No North Star for me only galaxies and universes enveloping me inside the womb of my first Mother.
Don’t wake me up because I’m going home. I’m going home. Five thousand years forward into the past. I’m going home.
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Youth ~~ A time of Life when the world is your Oyster and you truly believe that like the Disney character Jiminy Cricket that if you wished upon a star all your dreams will come true.
I have to admit that joining the Army afforded me the opportunity to deviate from my strict upbringing and experience the wide world of sex, drugs and partying. I was not allowed to date until I was 17 and even then my Dad chaperoned my dates. So when I went into the military I had a kind of unchecked freedom in which to turn every No-No to a Yes-Yes. I had yet to realize the difference between friendship and Love. As they used to say back in the day I was Wild. Not to the point of having a child out of wedlock because that would have brought shame and disgrace to my family so I chose not to bring any kids into my free-wheeling lifestyle.
Also I knew that I did not want to get married. Ever. I made the decision when I was young to remain single. Being a Woman does not automatically make you a good candidate for marriage or motherhood. Being strong willed I’ve followed this Life of Singledom course with very few regrets. Occasionally I do wonder how my life would have turned out if I had gone the traditional route but after giving it some serious thought based on my personality for me to have pursued marriage or being a Mom would have been a disaster for all involved.
Now where does the word Jeopardize come in? Well often when you are young you jeopardize friendships with the opposite gender by introducing sex into the equation. After living in an abusive domestic violence relationship for seven years with my common-law husband I finally got physically free (he left me) in 2007. However it took years before I was mentally or emotionally free and to tell the truth I am not the same person that I was before I met him nor will I ever return to that open trusting young woman that was me.
I have dated a little (very little) in the last few years but I’ve learned that it’s best for me to remain friends with men and not engage in intimate behaviors. I’ve only deviated once to take a chance with a man whom I was friends with for several years and again disaster. Now we are no longer friends. Sex will ruin friendship every time.
I have one particular divorced male friend with whom I used to work with until he retired last year. We still talk on the phone about once a month and I emailed him when anything interesting happens at the job. Of course initially there was that sexual attraction but now that I’m in my 50s and he’s in his 60s we know better than to make mistakes which will destroy a great friendship. I really enjoying being able to talk with him because we have the same core values, we can discuss a wide variety of topics, he gives good advice and has a great perspective on Life.
Romance is something found in books, theater plays and movies. Real life is totally different. The Divorce rate in America is I believe 50% that includes Christians also. Therefore I’ve never seen any good reason to join myself to some man’s Life and exclude and deny my own goals, dreams and aspirations. As a Woman you always have to weigh what you gain in a relationship against what you will have to give up. Usually as the woman you put aside your wants, dreams, and desires to fulfill his. Having been through that many times I always sided with Me as opposed to him therefore I am not wife material.
I’m glad I’m no longer in my youth excepting my bodily aches and pains. In that case I wish I had my 27 year old pain free body back!! LOL!! This 57 year old body mocks me on a daily basis!
With aging has come not only knowledge but wisdom. The dumb, stupid, foolish mistakes of my youth are behind me. I don’t compete with other women young or old for the attentions of men. Of course I enjoy hearing and getting compliments from men. What woman doesn’t? (My next post will be on that subject.) But my perspectives have changed. Menopause has simmered down my hormones. The desire for sex decreases. With my hectic crazy work schedule if offered the choice between sex and sleep I’ll take sleep. By myself. Alone.
I can’t say what the future holds. Will I meet the man of my dreams and yes I still do dream but on the other hand I’m not looking for him because one of the graces of old age is to accept Life as it is and not to relive or try to revive a youth that no longer physically exists. Inside I still have the excitement I felt when I was 18 getting on my first plane ride to Ft. Jackson, SC for Basic Training and AIT. When I’m alone walking through New York City streets, Central Park or any Botanic Garden I still marvel and wonder at both creations of man and God but now instead of acting on impulse it’s a quiet awe, reverence and respect and quiet Thanks to my Creator for allowing me to make it thus far and prayers as I travel to my 60s and begin the next phase of my life.
I took photos of this particular bathroom inside the Brooklyn Historical Society May 2014 because I Liked the fixtures. Quaint and Old Fashioned. Nostalgic. Reminded me of something from the old TV program, “This Old House.”
Brooklyn Historical Society
Brooklyn Historical Society
Brooklyn Historical Society
Brooklyn Historical Society
Here is a Link to this wonderful place. It is another favorite place for Stephen and I to explore. Great Exhibits!!
'And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.' Roald Dahl