naia. twenty. african-american. bronx born. harlem raised. random. preacher's kid. hyperempathist. aspiring designer.
co-founder of ORIGIN8TY9INE. renovative. messy neat freak. spiritual. extroverted introvert. bookworm. talkative. asshole.
gospel rapper. in love with love. writer & poet. imaginocreative. something like a singer. high quality example of intelligent design. mp3/internet/cell phone junkie. macs are evil. fragile heart. tough shell. txt msg'r. therapist. introspective. overprotective. night owl.
i'm not a player, i just crush a lot?

Saturday, November 1, 2008

scarytimes.

my best friend Nina and my daddy both hit me up talking about how the Bloods back home in NYC are having their initiation rituals and are running up on females, stabbing them and cutting them up. last i heard, they cut up 21 females, they need to get to 31 to be initiated. my dad's telling me about 12-year-old girls getting their faces sliced open and stuff. i'm praying for everyone's safety. that's why i don't like going out on Halloween, man... crazy times.

i got my hair braided in two big ol' early Lil' Bow Wow braids, lol... i don't care, i think they look cute. Lesley did 'em for me right before rehearsal. they're coming out, but it's cool, i gotta wash my hair and whatnot soon anyway.

oh, R.I.P. to my MP3 player (12/25/07 - 10/31/08). it up and died on me today, but i was expecting it... it was having issues with the hold button, so i cracked it open to check out what was going wrong (not like broke it... it had been cracked open before slightly so i could fix it). stuff got fixed, but only for a moment... and then the spinny thing in the middle refused to work, so it just all crashed downhill from there. now the front panel won't respond AT ALL. oh, well... it was a good MP3 player while it lasted, especially considering how awful i've treated it. i was gonna cop a refurbished 16GB one (the same one i had) off of Amazon for like $100 because Best Buy was tryna charge me $150 for an 8GB. ewwww, no. so i called my daddy to see which was better, a "Like New - Used" or a refurbished one and he was like "email me the link and i'll buy it for you". i was like WORD?! thanks, Dad! i swear hes amazing... he's probably not gonna give me that cash next week, though... idk. i REALLY wanna go shopping and cop that dress, especially since i have that $10 off coupon that i have to use before November 30th. i'll try to resist from buying everything, though... we'll do my wardrobe overhaul over the summer, while i'm making money. i really need to step my business casual game up... i need business-ish clothes that can convert to classy everyday wear if i need it, i need a few new pairs of sneakers/Converses/dress shoes... uhhmmm... jewelry, some other stuff... i'll play it by ear. i wanted a pair of these AppleBottoms jeans that Torrid had because FOR ONCE, nothing is written across the ass, but it had this horrid big ass belt-buckle thing in gold that read APPLE BOTTOMS and it was like.... ewww. nah. idk, i might still go tomorrow...

i want some breakfast! lol. i think i'll wake up early tomorrow and check out breakfast at bears den. i haven't had good breakfast food in a while.

oh, and i'm loving Lorenzo's accent. don't tell him. he's making me wanna write about my ex. i wrote one poem... eh... i'll share it and make this a long ass post... please work with me on this, it's a little scattered because i wrote it in class and because i was trying to sort out how i felt and all that...

i woke up this morning
without remembering you.
i am not hard-hearted or closed to the world
shut oyster-tight and oozing surly.
there are actually soft, pretty places
where snippets of you live,
shavings thought to be swept under carpets
and machinery of normalcy
neslted into pockets.
there are good things.
all five senses except for smell
have scrapbooked you in segments and pieces
(you are not to be digested whole)
collaging you into polished bronze.
to be sure, there are good things.
i keep these among the other things,
equal but not separate from satchels of tears and second-degree burns
mothballed and oakwood barred into boxes.
i take the best of you with me
and season it with bitter from your mind,
from our end.
i wrap my palms around the thorns
to inhale roses and my blood.
epiphanies smell like saltwater and sweet and metal.
malleable, i change you into this,
into what i can forget in the morning
ignored like footrugs in my bleary-eyed beginning.



yeah. i think i'll end on that.



peace & much love to ya.


2 comments:

Lorenzo. said...

"i take the best of you with me
and season it with bitter from your mind,
from our end."

Woo that's my favorite part.
Mind if i use it? I wanna use it somewhere...

Adina Renée. said...

if my ipod just died i would be so sad. =/