2009 Recap

New Beginning.22.Barack came.Michelle conquered.She was still here. He was still gone. Then I went missing. Sacrifices were so necessary. Green, now that was so necessary. Great Grades.007 Trips. More Poetry.BNV. HE CAME HOME! More love.DC became home again and I wore her on my chest proudly. Rwanda.Philly brought me joy.Said Goodbyes;Peace MJ. Whispered Hellos; Wassup Joy!Restored her faith.Round 2 meant more stress. Missed friends, in came new ones. she printed my quote on her body. I stained my fingers. Back rubs and hetero-sleepovers. Loved again. Gave second chances and received thirds.He saved my life with Blueprint III.Seasoning please:Salt-N-Pepa!Nana lived to see 80.More Great Grades. God has been God. Everything was Everything. More Goodbyes. Love 2009, Love Affair 2010.

Last Day. New Beginning.

I promised never to write a poem about your because it would take too much energy out of me.

Well I refute that statement and have decided to leave my anger, discontent, and willingness to hate in 2009.

And though you may never read this, just the simple fact that it is floating in this universe completes its purpose.

Before I was born,

I met you.

Through the same heart you use to call your love,

Mama

Has spoken highly of you.

The irony that forms between her lips and mine

form two parts of the universe;

Me

One side has carried me through my lifetime

The other is the one that I am afraid to meet.

At Two,

I asked for you.

Mama told me you were in a battle with life, but still fighting

The hopes of seeing me was the only thing that kept you going.

You sent letters so that I wouldn't miss you as much.

I got use to your words.

At Five,

Still no you

Fewer letters

But my hope was still there.

At Eight,

I had learn how to forget about you,

But still dreaming of the day

When I got off the school bus only to be face to face

With Mama's better half.

At Twelve,

I was angry with you.

The letters stopped and so did the calls.

You had forgotten about me.

And I had no intentions of refreshing your memory.

At Sixteen,

I found myself in a difficult spot.

Wanting to know who that reflection was in the mirror,

I thought it was Mama,

But she carried me to a dead end.

Mistaken Identity;

Said it wasn't her, but you.

Said that, yes I had her gap, eyes, and nose,

But that my demeanor was you all over again.

I didn't know if that made her miss you or not.

I tried to change,

but its hard to alter the universe,

especially the shape of the moon

Before Crescent.

19 and now I understand.

I'm ready to forgive you and the man you thought you were.

No hostility, just reality.

You are the man that help created me and I must accept the fact that

Running was easier for you, like it is for most.

But I promise never to be hateful towards you.

And no matter how many time you slap my hand away,

I will always continue to reach out.

Because Mama has taught me to be the person you aren't.

The giver with an expectation of

Nothing

Nada,

Not even a "hello".
She has loved me enough for this lifetime and beyond.

As for now,

I put our future in your hands.

When your ready to complete my circle.

Just give me a buzz.

The number is still the same.

Still Going!..Day 22...22/30-Nana

On November 9th 2009, My Nana celebrated her 80th Birthday. This weekend my family hosted a huge party. I did this poem for her a a gift. Thought I would share it.

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This poem is for the women who has never had to sit on a thrown to claim her crown

She be Queen.

Edith G. Smythe is a woman of strength

With eyes that have seen far beyond the stories her mouth can tell.

She has wisdom that stretches back into a time

When love and lullabies went hand in hand

And “mama” was the only word you dare to whisper to reveal her smile.

She be Mother Nature in physical form,

Her beauty races through her inner and outer being

Resembling a ray of light,

God didn’t give her a natural glow for nothing.

Eighty has never danced on skin more radiant than hers

Blessed be to those who will follow in the footsteps of the one hand picked by god to fight the cruelest battles of them all

Nana,

Tonight I write you this poem

Thanking you for being the spotlight that shines during the darkest time of one’s life,

Your words have brought peace to many

Settling the dust in forgotten places.

And restoring the sun in your children.

Thank you for always remembering to kiss the sky awake with each dawning

And for granting the moon to us most fearful of nightfall

We appreciate you,

Never taking you for granted

And though the words may not leave our mouths daily

They are forever engraved within our minds

For you be the woman that I dare to become

The leading light in the lives of many

You are so much more than what you can imagine

Your soul will live beyond your life

Through the people you have touched

Purple should only be wore by the most royal,

But you stand queen without it.

Your love will be plaster to back of my heart

For a lifetime

Nana, thank you for filling the empty space in my heart

And for showing me

that I don't have to set on a throne to claim my crown

Because we are all born Queens.