The Picket Line and the The Parade

"I'm not your fantasy girl. I'm not your fantasy love.
I'm not your fantasy flesh that fits you like a tight glove.
I know I've been away so long, you've loved me only in your dreams.
Lucky for you, I do much better in real live flesh."



With that, I wanna say "hey watsup, how are you??" I hope you've been wondering how I am.

I've been aroooound. On alot of emotional roller-coasters and long ass lines with the occasional funnel cake and great ride or two. I feel upside down and connected at the same time. Like holding a hand in the midst of fainting... Intense all the fucking time. 0_o

Sometimes I feel like gravity is getting the best of me.. And sometimes I feel like I can fly. Feel me?...



I took mad pictures of my art a couple weeks ago. And I've been writing alot of poetry... I made a few more pages in my altered book.

But, what I need to do is get to my canvas... Sigh. I'll get to it. Or rather... It'll get to me. *deep breath and EXHALE, trust the spirit...*

*About me:*

I've noticed alot of aggressive things about me (sexually, politically, emotionally).

It's the good part of being single. I'm honestly getting to know myself and I say... I'm quite interesting. Haha... I do love myself though. The hardest part is accepting my flaws. I really don't like messing up. Nobody does yea yea yea I know... But this is my time to reflect:: bear with me!

And then again, I'm getting more comfortable with my femininity and coming to the conclusion that it is indeed a deep inner strength to be so sensitive and not have developed a brick wall.

I'd like to always make sure I can REACH UP AND REACH OUT as well as be REACHED.

Feel that??.... =)

I am a militant activist in bloom, y'all. Just saying. And my art will span posters and stickers and t-shirts and shit all over the city sooon. Wtf man. Gotta get this world moving. MOVE. Motivate... I'm scared of what will happen if we don't wake up.

*My Pleasure to Meet You*

You are someone who loves me
With the same intensity with which I love you.
You curl into my embrace and love the way I smell.

Like how you grab my hand.
Love that It's just... *shrug*
Because...

I am satisfied when you walk into the room.
I am satisfied when you sit next to me.
I am satisfied when you smile at me.

I am elated when we laugh together.
Inflated with good things happening and better things to come.

Like how happy I will be when the wave of birth washes over this city
and all out love is realized
and when I'm reacquainted with the powers that be.

There has always been this balance, this fight
This fight for balance between love personal and love universal..
Love eternal.
For the hand to hold and the hand that holds
the picket sign on the picket line.
But I want both at the same time.

We CAN hold both. And move forward.
Move ahead like we're meant to.
We're made to move like we're meant to.
Nothing less and much much more.

When we hit the floor fleeing fire,
We'll know the touch of grace
and hope
and strength.
We'll know how to dance in combat to the happy devil of doubt.

I believe in the havoc we wreak.

Put me to sleep with your lips
And your mind
We'll pray together with our eyes
that envision songs of better tomorrows.