Update since my last blog post

Went to the Black Cat Formal. Music sucked, but still had a good time with my boo. Everyone looked really nice. Junior Production was pretty awesome. I had two photo shoots this past weekend; both were quick and both went well. I got to spend a lot of time with Meghan this weekend, so that was nice. My phone has been acting really ridiculous lately; so I'm not too pleased with the CrackBerry right now. I'm excited about posting pictures of beautiful women with natural hair. Ok, that's it for now. I have a lot of work to do so I'm not feeling particularly chatty today.

My trusty twist outs can't be trusted anymore

I haven't been happy with my twist outs lately. In the past, I would blow my hair out and then twist it, but since I have been attempting to take better care of my hair I haven't used heat on it. I hate blow drying my hair anyway. Anyway, I decided to do a bantu knot out instead. I will see how I like it when I take it down. I am trying hard to be patient with my hair. Almost every day I think about locking it, but I know that deep down I really want to accomplish this super fro mission. I do still see myself with locs down to my waist one day though. Meghan wants to take me to the barbershop to get a shape up. I'm not opposed to that; actually I kinds want to do that cause I feel like my hair doesn't make a statement and I would really like for it to have a nice shape. But I'm picky about my hair. I'm the only person who does my hair. Plus, I would have to blow out my hair to ensure that it gets cut into the shape I want, but I don't wanna put heat on my hair. We shall see what happens.

The Fro Chronicles-

I haven't been happy with my twist outs lately. In the past, I would blow my hair out and then twist it, but since I have been attempting to take better care of my hair I haven't used heat on it. I hate blow drying my hair anyway. Anyway, I decided to do a bantu knot out instead. I will see how I like it when I take it down. I am trying hard to be patient with my hair. Almost every day I think about locking it, but I know that deep down I really want to accomplish this super fro mission. I do still see myself with locs down to my waist one day though. Meghan wants to take me to the barbershop to get a shape up. I'm not opposed to that; actually I kinds want to do that cause I feel like my hair doesn't make a statement and I would really like for it to have a nice shape. But I'm picky about my hair. I'm the only person who does my hair. Plus, I would have to blow out my hair to ensure that it gets cut into the shape I want, but I don't wanna put heat on my hair. We shall see what happens.

Things I don't understand part one

Here are some things I don't understand: *body stockings *crotchless underwear *crotchless anything *grown women wearing hair bows *College Hill *Baldwin Hills *BET movies *BET in general *getting drunk on purpose *people who actually like being drunk *Pride being Halloween weekend *whole milk *white bread *Bourgeois people *Hurricane Chris wearing beads *songs that are popular today *music videos that are totally unrelated to the song *parents who are afraid of their children(I really don't understand that shit!)

Sweet heat

Sweat beads careen along my body like wet diamonds
It's getting hard to distinguish these clothes from my skin
I imagine myself melting
Staining 90 degree concrete with chocolate puddles of my being
The Georgia heat weighing me down like unconfessed sins and grudges held too long
I am still struggling to master the art of forgiveness and
Apparently this heat is much like me cause it is facing the same dilemma

But the heat does forgive.
It is forced to surrender to the cool that night brings just as I surrender to the serenity granted by God
And yet I still melt. Cause although the sun is gone I am still in the presence of heat.

Her.

Sweet heat like spicy barbecue or candied Mexican chiles
She simmers and Draws me in like flowers attract bees with the desire to pollinate

I told her:
I want something sweet that won't leave me wanting something else.

She said:
Have me.

I wonder if I sink my teeth into her would she burst in my mouth like ripe green grapes Overwhelming my taste buds with her sweetness
Or would she burst into flames
Causing me to spontaneously combust

She leaves trails on my skin
Luring me to touch a stove that I know is hot
Willing to get burned if that's what it takes to get close

Its getting hard to distinguish her skin from mine
Her sweat from mine
But her sweetness is unmistakable
I wish I could inject her into my veins like insulin but if I could I'd probably overheat
Cause her sweet and her heat are a package deal
This fire emanates off of her turning my chocolate self into hot cocoa
And we blend into some concoction not offered at Starbucks.


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impromptu poem for Meghan

I want you so bad I crave you And no quick fix will do I want to feel you coursing through my veins Cause your presence is as essential as oxygen in my bloodstream... (To be continued some other time)