ya gotta kiss a few frogs...

...before you find the prince. that is how the saying goes, right? uuummm... *hand waving frantically in the air* my question is tho, how many exactly is a few? i'm just saying, a few like a little few or a few like a lot few? cause there is a big difference. and at this rate, a sista is gonna need some more chapstick. really. 

i mean, who came up with that expression anyway? some disney exec writer who thought it would be a great idea to give little girls the world over a reason to hope? epic fail. toss that in the bin with cinderella, thumbelina, and sleeping beauty (cause no offense, but i don't really dig dwarfs either).

but, back to the frogs. they are everywhere! smooth frogs, funny frogs, polite frogs, sexy frogs - but at the end of the day, they're all frogs (and when i say all, i don't mean all - but you know...all). and they never seem like frogs in the beginning. never. but with a little time, and given the right situation see if you don't find a little green peeking from behind the button up (or hoodie, depending on the frog).

tomorrow

soo i was looking over some poetry i'd written over the years, and felt compelled to share this with my fam. crazy how words can spark up nostalgia...

tomorrow,
when people are waking up and going about their business to start another day
i'll be busy trying to find a way to get thru it
tryna find a way to not undue it cause tho my insides are pouring like water from the heavens
and it's so like me to just give him that one last chance
what was done was what needed to be done
and i know that.

tomorrow,
when people everywhere will be busy getting dressed to go to work
i'll be tryna find a way to tell my wrist you can't wear that watch today
and my ears you can't wear those hoops today
and my face you can't wear that smile today
cause they all belong to him and he's not here...today
tryna find a way
to answer their questions when they're wondering why i'm not laughing the way i usually do
or why i'm taking down that picture of you

tomorrow,
they'll be puzzled and they won't understand why my eyes are just a little bit glassy
why my tone is just a little bit brassy
why my voice is just a little bit sassy
and they'll think it has to be just one of those mornings where i woke up on the wrong side of the bed
when really - it was what she said last nite.

commitment issues...

soo, i've been writing since like... forever. poetry, lyrics, short stories, articles, scripts, plays, books, tweets - well, you get the point.  but maintaining a blog has been (and when i say maintain, i mean being truly consistent, writing without letup, whether they're reading or not, whomever "they" is - just sheer dedication to the art of word and, did i say consistent?) well yea, it's been something i've been wanting to do for quite a while. ok, maybe a little more than wanting. more like attempting. i've dibbled and dabbled, posted and tweeted - but, nothing serious...

...commitment issues.

don't judge me. i'm only human - and a busy human at that! but in the words of john legend, "this time i want it all..." so here's to second chances, starting over, and following thru. acknowledging the inadequate and resolving to change. i am a writer who hasn't been writing. what are you? and what have you been neglecting? for some, it's as simple as an art or a hobby. for others, it's as serious as a health condition or a loved one. or maybe that loved one is you... you've been afraid to commit to yourself. to your goals, to your dreams - to the person you said you'd become before you grew up and let life get in the way. or maybe you totally have the commitment thing down - your issue is that you commit to the wrong thing. the wrong habit. the wrong person...