Mirror

My glasses are hipster
My hips stir
Conversation
With I do that do that that there
My eyes may be small
But they don't miss much
Nah I'm not pretty
I don't want to turn heads
I am not sure I want to be
THAT girl
I'd rather turn minds
Turn thoughts
A mirror can break
But ideas
Are stronger that glass

Toma's Bucket List

I have never been one
For a list of bucket
More likely to say fuck it
And live my own dreams
If I make enough daily lists
And wish upon wish
I will have lived my purpose
By that one Judgment Day
Thoughts constantly fill my brain
Like the smell of wetness after rain
And sometimes I don't have the privilege
Of writing everything down
But friends often come around
And make you rethink things
My bucket list is simple
I'd just like to live before I die
Full of passion and compassion
To not hesitate to try
Live my own life as my own woman
Fall in love one good time
To travel this whole wide world
To always defend what is mine
I think that sums it all up
The rest isn't up to me
Above all when I meet the Creator
I should be satisfied to have lived faithfully free

Poet-ing

Poet-ing

Is now a thing

My thing

So watch me bring

My thing

Doing my poet thing

With the poet-ting

Alas I’m a woman

So I’m poetess-ing

Make these words sing

With the rhythm of my life

Beat the drum

With the cacophony of injustice

My compassionate minds fails to fathom

Random

Like the dots I connect

To be correct

As a poet.

I could easily bore

You with simile and metaphor

Just for the sake of rhyme

To take time

Just to razzle and dazzle

But I turned the tassel

To graduate

I shall commence to serious poet-ing

Transcribing my human experience

Drawing parallel lines

And giving fines

To those who don’t pay attention

Wake up world!

Earth is turning beneath you!

As the seasons pass, so will you.

Poet-ing

Is the poet-thing

That gives me life

On this side of heaven

After my last breath

So I shall write to my death

Knowing these characters

Convey my substance

My passion

Compassion, belief and love

Poet-ing

Not just an arbitrary verb

But a purposeful lifestyle.

Chicago

Holidaze (copied from Facebook)

December 25, 2013 at 3:47am

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Hey all! Yes, I'm up at 3 am Christmas morn, listening to a Pandora Christmas station while taking a break from homework with a hot toddy and Facebook. #NightShiftProbs

Things have been turning around in my mind this month, and I figured I'd give my mind a break and put them down here.

• Jesus isn't white and NEITHER IS SANTA CLAUS. Megyn Kelly, take your White privilege and SIT ON IT. Ayyyy! *Fonzie voice from Happy Days* Jesus was a Semite, a JEWISH Semite from modern day Israel/Palestine. Everyone there is brown! Jesus was brown until Renaissance artists made Jesus look like them (like them = more White) and then missionaries and colonialists and slave owners and bigots took it further to use images of Jesus for propaganda to further their nefarious plans. If Renaissance artists made Jesus more White, couldn't everyone else make Jesus more racial and/or ethnic? Sure Megyn Kelly and Faux News, I'LL WAIT. Jesus is all about love and inclusion, so to portray Jesus a certain way for exclusive purposes is so disgusting nonsensical and ironic I can only shake my head. That’s why society hates Christians NOW. PS: Same goes for Santa Claus. Santa Claus gives gifts to all the kids. White kids, Black Kids, Latino Kids, Asian kids, ethnic kids, and non-ethnic kids, ALL GOOD KIDS, regardless of race. Megyn Kelly, have you REALLY seen Santa Claus? Are you sure you should be in a news room instead of a padded one at a mental institution?
• Holidays for EVERYONE! I admit that I went in and totally trashed and annihilated the practice, celebration and premise of Kwanzaa a few years back. I humbly apologize and submit a request for a retraction. I realize now in retrospect that I was just plain annoyed at people who celebrate Kwanzaa without being informed and educated about its origins and its founder. These same goofies in kufis keep asking me, “Do you/your people/people in Africa (pick one) celebrate Kwanzaa?” NO. KWANZAA was designed for unity among AFRICAN AMERICANS using some themes from African cultures.
• HAPPY HOLIDAYS, SARAH PALIN! I know you hate when people greet you that way, but excuse us for not giving a crap about what seasonal holiday you celebrate. I myself am too busy trying to avoid ANY mention of your name, your actions and what appears to be your intrinsic stupidity. I say Happy Holidays and/or Season’s Greetings to be inclusive and respect all beliefs and their holidays, which includes Hanukkah, Ramadan, Eid, Kwanzaa and December 25th (for the atheists). I don’t know if every person I meet celebrates Christmas. IN FACT, I know quite a few people who DON’T celebrate Christmas. I try to be inclusive and respectful, unlike you, who seems to not have an iota or empathy selflessness for those completely different? I mean what would Jesus do? What would Baby Jesus do?

That’s all I have to say! Happy Holidays, which includes a Merry Christmas! *shuffles off to eat Winter Edition Oreos*

Christmas Morn

Baby Jesus
I come to you
On this the day of your birth
To thank you
As your birth gives hope to many
You give hope to me
Even in the worst circumstances
You can put me right where I need to be
Just like a lit Christmas tree
I smile and enjoy Your light
Your festivity
Your nativity
This season
Is the reason we wrap gifts
Although I don't travel with Two Wise Women
I can appreciate you none the less
For I AM BLESSED
Even with below zero temperatures
Even with snow and ice
Merry Christmas

Commerical Break

If anyone is reading this out there, Happy Holidays! I am diligently pushing to publish book #2 while writing new verses for book #3. It's hard living life and wanting your written words to be presented just so. However, I didn't forget about my promise to people out there OR to myself. I will post it here FIRST.
Back to your regularly scheduled poetry.