Dear White Pants,

I adore you. You have been my summer staple, my convenient mainstay. You’ve been my little black dress for parties and impromptu dates. I’ve dressed you up, paired you with the right belt and fantastic shoes and you’ve flattered my every curve, displayed my lovely shape. They say I can wear you even after L.abor Day but it just doesn’t feel right wearing you when the temperature doesn’t quite rise to 80 degrees... so I bid you adieu. Today is the last day I wear you for 2009…

I'm Okay - Chrisette Michele

Time don't stop and wait for pain
Pain does fade away in time
Guess it all was just a game
When you gave your heart and I gave mine

I'm okay
I'm just fine
We fade away, hardly crossed my mind

I'm okay
My memories, they comfort me
Thoughts of what we used to be

Must admit you had me fooled
The love felt real, I can't deny
I really wish I did not know the truth
So I could go back to that lovely lie

And it only hurts when I breath
I can't feel it til I take a breath
And I'm holding on to these false memories
Cause that's all, all that I've got left


*Artwork: LaShun Beal "Reflection"

Restore to me pieces of innocence
Like the moment before Eve ate the fruit
Or the instant before a girl surrenders her virginity
A time before shame or guilt
Restore them to me
Moments of brevity
With lasting memory
Like the time I realized my nakedness
And I forgot all about my nudity
That span of time I didn't hide myself from my self
I simply desire an inkling of "not knowing"
Naivete
When my senses were alert
And my heart was open

When I last fell in love
I also lost my mind
Anger and fights in the name of love
Disrespect and abuse can't be love
So I rolled my eyes and threw my middle finger up at love

Then you came along
And I am reminded
That like is even more crucial than love
More intimate and intricate than loveIf put to the test
Like outlasts love

And I like you

*~*for kp*~*

I see you now and remember the boy you were
Slightly awkward
Somewhat unsure of your standing
Gifted with talent and intellect
Charismatic persona

We were fresh, fly, def and smoove
Heavy D’ing
Big Daddy Kane’ing
Eric B. and Rakim’ing
And dancing to the tick tock ya don't stop
I wanna sex you up

The year was 1991
And you were five feet ten inches
Of fine
I dreamt of being behind
The stretch of your smile
The bop in your stride

And today I see the grown man in you
Your fresh, fly, def and smoove
The father in you
And I am proud to see
The talent and intellect realized
Well maintained

You stand an even taller
Five feet ten inches
Of fine
With an added dose of sexy
2 drops of debonair
And a whole lotta everything
That makes

… Fantasies come true
… Wet dreams realities
My chest pokes out with pride
From appreciating every bit
of your five feet
ten inches
of fine

Love Addict

I'm an addict you see
I have to have you
Like food, shelter, water, safety
I crave you

I obsess over your lips
Your tongue
Your hands
Your sex

I can't let go of you
Would do anything to be with you
To have you
All day, everyday I fantasize

I am nervous
And sweaty
I am angry
Until you reach for me

I am powerless
I know I need to let you go
So I can be free
To pursue real love

But I'm addicted to you...

I need my heart, my lungs, my liver, my kidneys

To live

I need air and water and food

To survive

I need creativity, vision, dreams and knowledge

To thrive

But I need you like I need a cheap pair of shoes

With a broken heel