Gratitude Wednesday
I'm grateful for....
1) Baybid being a hu$tler
2) Getting to see home: Moma, Pizza, Grandma, and Jenna-Be
3) Him admitting he sleeps better when I'm in bed
4) An interview with ACC (fingers crossed)
5) Being acknowledged & called a good teacher needed by Oak Springs
6) Thoughts of your & radio stations (smile)
7) Graduation: Sat. Dec. 15th!!!!
8) Auntie, Middle Child, and Babygirl (I love us)
9) Becoming a better poet, student, & person
10) My creator (thank you)
Bonus: the fam loved the poem...getting that nonverbal grin from my grandma made my heartbeat.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Attitude for Gratitude
I'm grateful for.....
1) Making Baybid laugh and watching those eyes light up
2) Getting to see family this weekend...Breakfast Club WHAT UP?....Boudreaux's WHAT UP?
3) Finally feeling her arms around me (I can't wait to hear your heart beat)
4) Believing in me...means more than you know
5) My Pluckin crew, I love you both
6) Learning that life can be meaningful, regardless of heartache
7) GRADUATION!!! Dec. 15th
8) The mind of a poet....siking myself out to write more (it looks good from up here)
9) Kevin Sandbloom pulling on my heart
10) My Creator (I hope I'm making you proud)
I'm grateful for.....
1) Making Baybid laugh and watching those eyes light up
2) Getting to see family this weekend...Breakfast Club WHAT UP?....Boudreaux's WHAT UP?
3) Finally feeling her arms around me (I can't wait to hear your heart beat)
4) Believing in me...means more than you know
5) My Pluckin crew, I love you both
6) Learning that life can be meaningful, regardless of heartache
7) GRADUATION!!! Dec. 15th
8) The mind of a poet....siking myself out to write more (it looks good from up here)
9) Kevin Sandbloom pulling on my heart
10) My Creator (I hope I'm making you proud)
Monday, September 17, 2007
She
Cover her eyes with the veil of forgiveness so she can learn to love the skin she’s in.
Battling her entity,
She is often burdened with being a woman.
She lives for everyone else’s breath, unable to take her own.
She’s been waiting to exhale since birth.
She waits for true love but always loves hard- beaten, broken, mentally abused, and misunderstood by the XY.
She’s even double X'd by her own kind.
She’s never enough:
Too tall, too short…
Too skinny, too fat…
Too dark, too light…
Not quite a model type chick or too thick for her own good.
Judged,
Her worst enemy is herself.
Questioning why her breast and booty aren’t big enough,
or why he is only interested in them rather than her mind.
Object for sex:
Girls shake that ass,
Be his bitch,
His slut, his trophy,
His punching bag, his wrongs…
It’s your fault.
She was made to please.
Her wants and needs are on a “need to do” list.
She’s still waiting to be fulfilled.
Instead, she conquers lives with only two hands, carrying the world for miles…years even on bare shoulders.
She is protected,
Though often lets her guard down to get hurt.
She knows he’s no good, but thoughts of being the one who stuck by him, loved him, changed him would save him.
See love is a way of life and the nurtures she conceives give birth to little baby boy seeds that either recognize women as dime pieces or queens.
She can’t win them all,
But be damned if she doesn’t try.
Programmed to sacrifice, survive, and succeed.
She created the heavens, the earth, Adam, and everything in between.
She is where civilization began.
~still in process~
Ebpoetry
Cover her eyes with the veil of forgiveness so she can learn to love the skin she’s in.
Battling her entity,
She is often burdened with being a woman.
She lives for everyone else’s breath, unable to take her own.
She’s been waiting to exhale since birth.
She waits for true love but always loves hard- beaten, broken, mentally abused, and misunderstood by the XY.
She’s even double X'd by her own kind.
She’s never enough:
Too tall, too short…
Too skinny, too fat…
Too dark, too light…
Not quite a model type chick or too thick for her own good.
Judged,
Her worst enemy is herself.
Questioning why her breast and booty aren’t big enough,
or why he is only interested in them rather than her mind.
Object for sex:
Girls shake that ass,
Be his bitch,
His slut, his trophy,
His punching bag, his wrongs…
It’s your fault.
She was made to please.
Her wants and needs are on a “need to do” list.
She’s still waiting to be fulfilled.
Instead, she conquers lives with only two hands, carrying the world for miles…years even on bare shoulders.
She is protected,
Though often lets her guard down to get hurt.
She knows he’s no good, but thoughts of being the one who stuck by him, loved him, changed him would save him.
See love is a way of life and the nurtures she conceives give birth to little baby boy seeds that either recognize women as dime pieces or queens.
She can’t win them all,
But be damned if she doesn’t try.
Programmed to sacrifice, survive, and succeed.
She created the heavens, the earth, Adam, and everything in between.
She is where civilization began.
~still in process~
Ebpoetry
COMMON IS HIP-HOP!!!!
As much as I had wanted Hustle to buy the tickets, I am sooooo GLAD he didn't! David and I had so much fun last night at the concert. Common is the truth. He was rejuvenating to hear. His words are so uplifting and motivational. I can't believe "Be" is the first album that made number 1, WHAT? Excuse me, the man is sick hommie. And in all honesty I feel him more than Talib and MosDef for real. I loved his performance and his energy. If you haven't seen this man perform live you may just be missing out on a part of life...and I'm glad I got my blessings yesterday. COMMON IS HIP-HOP people.
~Eb
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Gratitude Wednesday
I'm always grateful for...
1) Baybid's constant support and concern for me
2) Life. Death. Remembrance
3) Poetry flowing; the pad and pen feel so good
4) Applying for a couple of positions at UT (keep your fingers crossed)
5) My shorts "I got em at tha sto"
6) Family and friends....love you
7) GRADUATION: Sat. Dec 15th @ 10am!!!!!!!
8) An optimistic attitude
9) Feeling good about self
10) My Creator...thank you
Bonus: 8 new poems over the course of 2 months....she's baaaaaccckkkk
I'm always grateful for...
1) Baybid's constant support and concern for me
2) Life. Death. Remembrance
3) Poetry flowing; the pad and pen feel so good
4) Applying for a couple of positions at UT (keep your fingers crossed)
5) My shorts "I got em at tha sto"
6) Family and friends....love you
7) GRADUATION: Sat. Dec 15th @ 10am!!!!!!!
8) An optimistic attitude
9) Feeling good about self
10) My Creator...thank you
Bonus: 8 new poems over the course of 2 months....she's baaaaaccckkkk
Monday, September 10, 2007
Friday, September 07, 2007
Love Me or Not
I stand 5’5 slanted brown eyes,
long dark hair and full lips with a petite frame.
36-24-36
I’m what they calla brick house.
125lbs. soakin wet.
Black made of rich Creole and Jamaican wood.
Naturally flawed with or without makeup beautiful enough to just be me.
So love me.
Confident, aggressive, clinch fists, kiss my ass I’m a poet.
Hated by many,
Loved by some.
Blunt with the tongue used like an assassin or for lovin.
Which is often miscued for a weakness.
I hate to be disappointed so I try not to disappoint.
No I don’t wear 6 inches,
And my legs ain’t as long as Naomi’s,
But I gotta mean strut for your runway baby.
Which by the way,
I’d love to have a clothing line of my own someday.
I can’t wait to travel to Jamaica, Italy, and Hawaii even if it is all hype.
You can make your way into my heart with ice-cream, cheesecake, or crawfish etouffee.
I love to laugh loud and hysterical like Sponge Bob on Saturday morning cartoons.
Transformers was the best movie of all times.
Love me.
I adore Mary J, Beyonce, and Aretha Franklin.
I love Hip Hop, R&B, Alternative, Country, and Socca.
I can move hips like Shakira and pump fists with a perm.
I appreciate spoken word, poetry, and poets…
Okay not all of them.
I’m extremely honest that way.
But humble enough to cherish every word.
Family oriented…I’ll kill a mofo dead over Alice.
Learned Sign Language just in case she stuck around and he beat the hearing outta me.
I love hard,
But not always myself.
I’m a compulsive perfectionist.
Okay,
I’m an obsessive compulsive freak!
I happen to count the words in my poems so I can make sure I don’t miss any.
Matched clothes in closets: black, blues, browns, greens so on & so on…my shoes remain in boxes.
The shower curtain has to be pulled all the way closed,
Or pulled all the way open.
So don’t pull that half ass shit with me.
And those cabinets better not be left open either…toilet paper over not under.
And how could you possibly expect me to get in a bed that hasn’t been made all day?
Love me.
Even though I bite my fork when I eat,
But I try not to eat after 10.
I workout 3 times a week,
Up to 500 crunches…
I don’t drink dark soda, soda, or caffeine.
I’ve never done drugs,
But I’m addicted to love,
And I want you to love me,
Or not.
ebstewart,2007
sweated techniquespublishing
all rights reserved
I stand 5’5 slanted brown eyes,
long dark hair and full lips with a petite frame.
36-24-36
I’m what they calla brick house.
125lbs. soakin wet.
Black made of rich Creole and Jamaican wood.
Naturally flawed with or without makeup beautiful enough to just be me.
So love me.
Confident, aggressive, clinch fists, kiss my ass I’m a poet.
Hated by many,
Loved by some.
Blunt with the tongue used like an assassin or for lovin.
Which is often miscued for a weakness.
I hate to be disappointed so I try not to disappoint.
No I don’t wear 6 inches,
And my legs ain’t as long as Naomi’s,
But I gotta mean strut for your runway baby.
Which by the way,
I’d love to have a clothing line of my own someday.
I can’t wait to travel to Jamaica, Italy, and Hawaii even if it is all hype.
You can make your way into my heart with ice-cream, cheesecake, or crawfish etouffee.
I love to laugh loud and hysterical like Sponge Bob on Saturday morning cartoons.
Transformers was the best movie of all times.
Love me.
I adore Mary J, Beyonce, and Aretha Franklin.
I love Hip Hop, R&B, Alternative, Country, and Socca.
I can move hips like Shakira and pump fists with a perm.
I appreciate spoken word, poetry, and poets…
Okay not all of them.
I’m extremely honest that way.
But humble enough to cherish every word.
Family oriented…I’ll kill a mofo dead over Alice.
Learned Sign Language just in case she stuck around and he beat the hearing outta me.
I love hard,
But not always myself.
I’m a compulsive perfectionist.
Okay,
I’m an obsessive compulsive freak!
I happen to count the words in my poems so I can make sure I don’t miss any.
Matched clothes in closets: black, blues, browns, greens so on & so on…my shoes remain in boxes.
The shower curtain has to be pulled all the way closed,
Or pulled all the way open.
So don’t pull that half ass shit with me.
And those cabinets better not be left open either…toilet paper over not under.
And how could you possibly expect me to get in a bed that hasn’t been made all day?
Love me.
Even though I bite my fork when I eat,
But I try not to eat after 10.
I workout 3 times a week,
Up to 500 crunches…
I don’t drink dark soda, soda, or caffeine.
I’ve never done drugs,
But I’m addicted to love,
And I want you to love me,
Or not.
ebstewart,2007
sweated techniquespublishing
all rights reserved
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Here's some gratitude for you....
I'm grateful for:
1) moments of missing you and getting to see you in the same day.
2) The thought of you makes me smile (mama)
3) Our friendship and love for one another
4) Believing in self and talents (regardless of those I wished notice but don't)
5) Patience & forgiveness
6) Images through text messages (LoL)
7) The Creator
I'm grateful for:
1) moments of missing you and getting to see you in the same day.
2) The thought of you makes me smile (mama)
3) Our friendship and love for one another
4) Believing in self and talents (regardless of those I wished notice but don't)
5) Patience & forgiveness
6) Images through text messages (LoL)
7) The Creator
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