My eyes are not blue!!!

My eyes are not blue, neither is my hair long and blonde. (well now it's sorta blondish, but that's a whole nother post. Icy's hair issues. I'll tell the whole story real soon.)

I speak with a southern slur that will either make you yearn for more, or get on your last nerver. Some days I bite my bottom lip when I hear of the condition of this world. Religion gives me a headache, but spirituality makes my smile shine like the sun.....

I was used to hearing crows at night and roosters in the morning. Now I hear sirens, and arguments over who's turn it is to make the coffee. I despise the smell of coffee and the attitudes of people who are addicted to it. I don't think I have an addiction, at least not one that warrants mentioning here. Maybe on Freaky Friday I can share my 'former addiction'. former/current (same thing right...???)

Anyway, I like my brown eyes. They are sincere, and sincerity is like gold in a world where fake imagery gets all the attention.

My job I currently have is a wee bit boring. Ok, let's be honest. It's madd boring. I miss what I used to do back home. I miss being in the classroom.
I am working out now. Every other day. My legs hurt, but I'm getting stronger. I ask my trainer the other day if my breasts would shrink if I lost too much weight. He thought that was hilarious. I wanted to slap him into Manhattan. I have breast issues too. Or should I say the lack thereof. Anyway, this is not about my breasts. It's about what happens when you look into someone's blue eyes and what they see when they look at your brown ones.

Today, I interviewed for another position at a company that I'd really like to work for. The Director told me it was something about my eyes that spoke to her. I was looking into her bright blue ones thinking, if I had blue eyes I want them to be this color, and low and behold she was probably thinking the same thing. Or maybe she was wondering how much I payed for my DKNY suit I was wearing that fitted my curvavious body just right. Maybe she was wondering if I stole it, since many times they think, we steal. I was answering questions with such precision that I had to breathe, stretch and shake to make the interview a little more relaxed. I prayed, ask God to place the right words in my mouth and low and behold He did just that. Hopefully I'll get a phone call telling me I got this new position soon. If not, it simply wasn't for me. In any case I still got the sexiest brown eyes in all of New York and a smile to match. And believe it or not, I'm about as humble as they come.

I just happen to like myself.
Do you like your eyes? Do your like yourself?

They Don't Know Me

They can't help but smile when I pass
They've seen me before
New Chic in town
Always going somewhere
Kinda Quiet
Until she smiles
My smile is sexy
I smile at myself
on rainy days
My eyes hold secrets that twinkle
like Stars
My new attitude breeds love, STRENGTH!.....and.....
get outta my way if you ain't doing
but TALKING bullshit
I left bullshit in Indiana
I'm not in a competition
I'm a woman
going somewhere
doing something
God driven
motivated by life
Can't you smell me?
They ask me questions...
just to hear me speak
southern and smooth
like Petticoats and hot butter
Drip Drip Drip
What's her name?
I think it's Dollbaby or Brittney or something
She moves like the wind....or is it thunder
She got big thighs...umm
and attitude.
She don't seem to care what's going on nowhere but
Her space
Get in it
Fit in it
Can You....
Keep up
She smells nice too
Like Sunshine and Marmalade
mixed with a little bit of sex
Sweet sex
The kind you wanna swallow
you know
Dudes who like plums dig my smell
dug my smell
It's still potent
Ask the construction worker
or the lawyer
or the bum on the corner
they love my smell
the essence of my womanly nature
know how to make theirs rise
but they still
DON'T KNOW ME!

Icy

This Birtthday Girl is too sexy for her shoes.

Today was a beautiful day. He bought me shoes. That's not of course what made the day so beautiful, but everything around the purchase of the shoes was absolutely spectacular. Got to see the U.S open on a big screen in the park. Listened to a cool jazz band that had a bass player who was off the hizzzzzinoooook. Spent at least 2 hours in barnes and noble doing what I do best. Critiquing books. He bought me a bunch of those two. He's a good guy. I would say it's because it's my birthday weekend that this gorgeous black man is being so good to me, but damn. He's just good to me every day of the week. Well except for Wednesdays' whenhe has class, and Monday's when he has his bunions boiled off, or Fridays when....Ok, I'm getting off track.

Hey people. I'm 38 yrs old today. (September 11) I feel blessed, young and stronger than I have in a very long time. God has blessed me. My skin is glowing, and my smile is still charming men everywhere. Old women still love to give me advice on how to be a good wife, and I still accept it thinking...In God's time, I'll be saying those words every wife uses like a mantra. "I know you don't think I'm washing those drawers."

I'm thanking God for my life, my family, my new shoes, and the blessed gift of choice making. Life is beautiful, and to be real real blunt. SO AM I! I'm feeling me and my sexy ass shoes tonight like I havent in a long time. Well, it's about that time. He's out of the shower and I suppose, the birthday party is about to begin.

Love you People!

I love Poery. Anyone wanna give me a gift, send me a poem or just make me laugh. Pray for people who don't have the liberties you do. Trust me, they can use our prayers.

Icy

Loving Mr. Potato Head

Hey People. Aint nothing at all like having an interchangeable face. It's different than colored contacts, hair weave, and having 28 pairs of stilleto boots in the closet. It's sorta like knowing you feeling a certain kinda way, and designing a face to go with the feeling.

Ok, I'm in this big place and so I'm writing from a different sorta place I suppose. I'll have to drop the latest about the new job over the next couple of days, and the my new next door neighbors who have chickens in their backyard. Ok, I left Indiana to get away from this country shit, and suddenly here I am down on the farn all over again.

Sex is better when you actually like the person you're having sex with. (I've been so blessed!!!!)

New York is cool. I have come to realize that people are just people wherever they come from. Babies from Louisiana and Mississippi are in my prayers.

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Icy