Update/Check-In

The loves of my life are also during 30/30 so make sure you check them out too!!

Murktarat

www.bantumigrations.blogspot.com

Safia

www.oddballsdontbounce.blogspot.com

Ade

www.jourmeansclouds.blogspot.com

As for me my day is going well. And I'm excited because this is the longest I've ever been commited to something (men/relationships included..lol).

thats all for me.

peace.

DAY 5...5/30-Daily

5 Haikus for day Number 5.

Still going strong indeed.

Enjoy.

(no disclaimer, but I am a newbee when it comes to haikus)

Mama

She's never had to sit

On a throne to claim her crown

She is a Queen.

Soul

Life is like Hip Hop

The beat keeps playing; Even when

You are dead and gone

July

The season of Heart

Strokes, No blessed rain

Summer love has just begun

DC Reality

She is still Beautiful

Despite the myths;

AIDS is her Katrina now

Smartrip

Annhhh Annhh Annhh; Must you,

Remind me; I know I have

No money on you

DAY 4...4/30-My Purpose.

The great Laini Mataka asked me why do I think God put me on this earth. What is my purpose?
and so I answer her with this poem.
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I am here.
Connecting and reconnecting
Those lost.
Tied

D
O
W
N

By life’s flaws
With weighted expectancies
On a path paved by her fingertips
And though I am the last
I am left leading all 5
She had me
For the sole purpose of carrying the weight of the world on my shoulder blades
So that her boys
No her princes
Wouldn’t have to complain of back pains

Mama,
I understand you
But breathing for the souls of 5 gets difficult sometimes.
Forgive me because I am not perfect.
I am just here
Connecting and reconnecting
Those lost between tangled blood lines.
You think I am wasting time, but
The path is paved lightly
And sometimes the lines are not distinct
So it takes me some time to redefine the way
But I promise
We will get there
In sure time.
In one piece,
Humble Minds,

Me
You
Roland
Stefan
Chris
& Al.

And yes.
I am still here
fulfilling my purpose.

Day 3...3/30-Restoring Innocence for Babygirl.

Before I start,
this poem is dedicated to the 8 year old Liberian girl who was raped by 4 Liberian Boys (ages 9,10,11,14) in Arizona. Worst part of this whole story is that her father disowned her after learning of the incident because he said she brought "shame" to the family.
Read the story...http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/africa/07/29/liberia.sex.crimes/index.html


Here is goes...it is write in the form of a pantoum.

It should have never been this way.
Innocence should have been your best friend for eternity
Dancing with you at the touch of dawn and tucking you in at sunset
Your beauty should have never been questioned and Daddy should have told you that.

Innocence, should have been your best friend for eternity.
Lying next to you during the darkest times at night
Your beauty should have never been questioned and Daddy should have told you that.
Sometimes demons take to familiar faces; but don’t you be afraid of their deceiving smiles.

Lying next to you during the darkest times. At night
Their fingertips paint disturbing portraits; erasing innocence from existence and
Sometimes demons take to familiar faces; but don’t you be afraid of their deceiving smiles.
Daddy is afraid of them and your strength too; he tells you to go with them.

Their fingertips paint disturbing portraits; erasing innocence from existence and
Leaving the girl in you broken; their strength resembles that of cruel men and
Daddy is afraid of them and your strength too, he tells you to go with them.
In fear that his image will be distorted, but what about the broken girl in you.

Leaving the girl in you broken. Their strength still resembles that of cruel men and
I see misery in your 8 year old eyes as shame defines his lashes, he leaves you
In fear that his image will be distorted, but what about the broken girl in you.
Replaying the nasty images of him and him and him and him raping, raping, raping, and raping you.

I see misery in your 8 year old eyes. As shame defines his lashes; he leaves you
And innocence too, because he isn’t man enough to handle the constant
Replaying of the nasty images of him and him and him and him raping, raping, raping, and raping you.
Baby girl you are still beautiful because the universe made you.

And Innocence too. He isn’t man enough to handle your constant
Beauty, which should have never been questioned and Daddy should have told you that
“Babygirl, you are still beautiful because the universe made you”.
It should have never been that way.

DAY 2...2/30- Goodbye.

New Orleans,

This is my goodbye.

I was touched by you
Your accent had me dancing at the formation of the simplest words.
You made complexity seem useless.
Lilac ruby red lips pressed against the softest skin to heaven’s touch
The betrayal of a kiss has never felt so sweet
You
With your road running lies
Love is better left lost
Like the faces in barely painted portraits
So don’t you look for me in the crowds
I’m better left missing
Forced my soul to feed you the little bit of trust I had left
For the men like you
Never thought the day would come that I would heard your name and men like you
Sculpted together so perfectly
Baby,
Forever will never be able to greet us collectively
There will forever only be a you and a me
Scrubbed the essence of us from the tips of my lips
Forbidding them of ever forming the word we
In reference to you and me
Washed the trail of anger and discontent that lied heavy around my eyes
With salt water tears
How dare you ask me about how I’m feeling now
Boy
My feelings meant nothing to you then
So please
its too late to live in the present moment now
You have not only betrayed me,
But mother earth too.
She use to look up to you.
But its over now,
So I guess its goodbye until the day we meet again
In our next lifetime.

Signed,

DC

ps.
My main purpose was to help you grow as a man.
Our friendship was 2nd.

DAY 1...1/30- Happy 26!

JULY 26, 2009 was the 162nd Birthday of My Dear LIBERIA!!

Had to write a poem in her honor...here it goes:


Beauty,
The breeze is soft today.
Calmly caressing the Atlantic’s blues
As your people celebrate in honor of you
Milk candy stuffed into the mouths of your children
While others anxiously wait for their Sunday’s best
Potato Greens, Cassava Leaf and Peppa Soup.
Club beer quenches their thirst resembling the sweet songs sung by the zinc during this season
Heineken bottles beautifully decorates the beaches
Accompanied by beautiful men and insignificant women
Because today you are the only QUEEN that matters.

This year your lonestar mellows peacefully
Plastered to the hands of those who ever stopped loving you
14 years of fighting did nothing to your inner beauty
Liberty,
162 has never looked so youthful
It dances with you promising gratitude.

Your dawning was humbling this morning
The cease of usual rains was humbling this morning
The smiles accompanied by the sunrise on the faces of those who have seen the darkest of your past birthdays, was humbling this morning
You are humbling
And so I honor you


The weighted expectations of clinging to America’s hand is starting to take an unwanted toll on your people
Closed chaos is better when its not your own
I want to be home to greet you face to face for eternity
Never worrying about fleeing from home
Out of momma’s womb this time
I just want to see you shine
Through the rain
And between your red and white strips
Single star on solid blue
The sun hasn’t forgotten about you
Remembering that the love of liberty bought us to you.

HAPPY 26!

30 poems in 30 days..

So my 30/30 starts today..i'm gonna try and be commited..NO I AM GONNA BE COMMITED!!

ps. this 30/30 couldn't start at a better time in my life.