Saturday, May 8, 2010. My hair is brown and curly. It is no longer chemically processed. Like Alice Walker, I too believe. That oppressed hair puts a ceiling on the brain. If a woman has straight hair, she wants it to be curly, if she has curly hair, she wants it to be straight. If she has short hair, she wants it to be long and vice versa. In my life, I accept. I use gels and pomades to tame it. I am happy with my hair.

Coucou à tous les visiteurs et surtout bonne visite.

This is going to be another place where I can keep my creative mind flowing. If I cannot find my Moleskine while I am at the computer. I can find it here! I love to write and now I have an excuse to write more. Saturday, April 16, 2011. The rhythm of the rain. April showers bring May flowers! And I can hear my favorite part of Spring on the rooftop tonight. I invite everyone to listen for it tonight. Wednesday, April 13, 2011. I am giving them a direct p.

The day the ugly girl drown in the Mississippi river. River of regret that flows out of my mouth and down the drain. Like a river I will be running free. I dunno what to call this poem. My vein is a river and i am a depressed teenager. I slit my rist and let me river run free until in runs out. Caught under the ice, drowning. Posted in Leave a Comment. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.