Conditions & Circumstances

So many sought to drive me from my reality;
this system of melodramatic innuendos that
speak to the animalistic slave mentalities that
take from the purity of a nation of people and
create deprivation. I can'tbreathe cause politicians
suck up all the air. I can't see cause white women with

over inflated breast implants walk around blocking my view.

I can't reach out and touch it cause the priest and Uncle Dode' spent
too much time lingering with fingers that were unholy so now the spot is bruised and barren. I can't hear cause one genre of music decides to impregnate itself with another while artists entangle themselves
in a confused society, while the camera continues to roll. My mama rolls over in her grave watching me watch this world while not making my mark. To
speak such poetic words but never help a hungry soul is a travesty. To sing to the glory of God, but to never tell one you love them is beyond heartless. Yet
it's a condition to a circumstance. I can't be me cause 'me' is somewhere trying to extract myself from yesterday. Holding on to my bellbottom jeans, tube tops, and a pack of now-laters that only cost a nickel. Even when all I had was
4 cent, cause the store man knew my mama and she had good credit, even though today, mine is shaky cause I spent too many years living above my means, jamming with Jimmie and nodding my head to some unknown sound that reverbrates in my ear.....Can anyone hear me? No, its another condition
to a circumstance. I can't hear myself cause my ears are full of my own crap, that I have spent years speaking to my own self-serving nature. You see me as good, but I can't even see myself. I'm trapped in a tunnel with NewYork rats that seek to eat my flesh and play hop skotch with my bones. Tossing me
aside as the number 3 trains rolls up and everybody gets on board. Where they going? Who knows? Its just another condition when men and woman are in such a hurry to go nowhere, while the street people sit with liquor induced lips traveling to far away lands all in the space of a train ride to Manhattan. Too many conditions create the saddest circumstances as babies are born with birth defects that could have been prevented, but daddy liked crack and mama liked being filled with x-tacy and men in black, who make her black and blue.
The church is a condtion within itself that operates soley on the circumstances
of confused souls seeking peace. People confused on their sexuality using the name of the Father as the getaway from a pin-stripped, belly-flopping
wishy-washy, lust born lifestyle. Pretenders that come in all shapes and sizes
constantly saying....Ima keep it real, while realness has left them in limbo
and gone on to glory. The condition is one we all must face, but the circumstances we create.

One of them days

Sometimes in a woman's life she just has one of those days. The kind where everything that can happen does. To write it all would cause me too much internalizing so I'll keep it real simple and say. Thank God its over. My mind needs rest and my body needs a fix. Maybe I need to comb the city streets like a crackhead searching for the piece of crumble-crumble, only I needs mine delivered a certain way. Hard core and raw. Oh well, time for a bath, some candles and some luxurious words to take me away. Almost like calgon but not quite. Enough said.

Waching Candle wax

Drip drip, starts out wet,
ends up dry
stops suddenly after making its way down
a set path, making me wonder why I lit the
candle in the first place.....no light, no disappointment
when it stops moving!

Icy

Simple Flowosophy

I'm defined not by who's by my side, nor by any man's impression of what I used to be. but I'm defined by how my 'know' links up with my 'do. Whenever I lose sight of this I simply remind myself that I can't get past anything when my own feet are blocking the way. Feets don't fail me now.

No Moet, no Alize, but I'm high as hell

Eva been so open you couldn't see straight? I have, and damn its one hell of a feeling, especially when you can get their without artificial liquified inducers. I like being high off life, like the time my shawty came to me and said she loved me more than her barbies'. Damn, what's a mother to say to that? She love me more than the plastic white chic with blonde hair. I was honored. I aint got much to say today other than this 'life high' got me feeling mighty fine, and since I am fine, they just sorta go hand in hand...haha

Flowers

Today, all that happened in the past ceased to matter, all those things and concerns that once took up major residence, really now have been put in a place that can't hurt me anymore. My sould opened up and love entered in, and here I am in the midst of tulips that bud in the midst of my broken heart. No more brokedness, I must live, and love, and be, never allowing myself to stop smelling the flowers. My soul just opened up and said yes.

Icy

Side of ya neck talking

The way in which people often choose to express themselves is utta the box to me. I love it when somebody's mad at somebody else and instead of directing their comment to the person, they throw some off base shit in a group email. HAHA....I can actually laugh about that now, cause well I'm now going into my grown ass woman' stage of life and I realize how cool it is to be direct and up front about whatever. I know some folks who are scared to love, would rather walk around in unforgiving and hatred. What really gets me bout that is them the same folks gonna be blowing up they casket in day ground when not even the rats and other vile vermin refuse to eat they flesh cause even in death they so full of shit. EVEN AFTER BRO UNDERTAKER DONE DONE HIS THING. Imagine having a rep for being so full of shit that you die with shit residue still on your bones. Damn, now I'm freaking myself out. I was thinking earlier today while at work, what would it really be like if people didn't posses the ability to lie or be deceptive or evasive. Shuddering at the thought of every man I've ever been in a relationship with saying.....Yes Rhonda, I cheated on you, but it was simply because I'm an insecure asshole and one good ass pussy is just not enough for me. Or the one who like to beat the fuck outta me back in the day saying...yeah baby, I like to beat your ass, but the truth is I was abused as a child and this is really all I know, plus my daddy told me you was a wild one and I needed to keep you in check. Imagine all the people...naw Im just playing...LOL (john lenon, dude I love ya...sorta) Ok, here's the heart of what Im tryna express here. Say what you need to say, and to the person you need to say it too. I had to send out three difficulty emails within the past few weeks, and although I've never gotten a response, I see the teeterings of their anger in their posts to some fucking yahoo group. Ok, do your thang, I aint madd, well yeah I am, but fuck it, Im moving on to something else. I'm a writer and we always got real shyt to do...

Cowpuncha Out!

Vile Coercion

(music selection.....'When it hurts so bad.' Lauryn Hill)

That night of my coercion began as simple as any other, we were talking on the phone and he ask me what was I gonna do. I replied that I was gonna wash my hair and watch some t.v. He ask me to meet him at the barber shop around 9 p.m. I said ok, but of course I knew he had something up his sleeve, just didn't know what at that point. I walked across the street just before 9 and saw his car in the parking lot in front of the shop. Tupac blasting from the speakers in the wall as I walked in, his sits in his favorite chair and beckons me with his eyes. He gets up and I take his place in the chair. He takes out his clippers and begins to shape up the back of my hair. We still speak no words as his fingers begin to slowly caress my neck and shoulders. He turns the chair around and allows me to see my shape up in the mirror, and I nod my head in approval. He walks to the back room. I follow. Inside are two of his partners smoking reifa, they smile at one another. I look at him as I take the blunt from one of them as it was offered. We sit and smoke and as the high begins to take me over, two sets of hands are upon my flesh as he leaves the room looking at me with a smile. I try and express my displeasure at what is about to happen but the high has me in a place where I just don't give a damn. One dude speaks in code to the other and leaves the room and soon he and I are alone. He stands and pulls me toward him, attempting to kiss me, but I quickly move my face. I promised 'Him' that I'd never allow another to kiss my lips and I meant that.' He found this funny, and began to laugh all the while pulling my shorts from my hips. I felt nothing and everything as I heard the other two in the shop laughing and clowning about what was happening. Soon I am standing before him naked and he begins to sroke himself while watching my body in the semi-dark room. He lays me down, and without any compassion or tenderness, rams himself into like I was an animal. The high still has me on a path of not feeling what was happening, yet in my mind, way in the back corridors, I knew, pain was bubbling over but the high keep it from surfacing. Withing minutes he's done, quickly pulls up his pants, and smiles at me, then turns and leaves the room. I lie there, for about 3 minutes until the next dude comes in. He attempts to show me something and begins fondling my breasts somehow thinking this is going to heighten my arousal, yet I can't seem to do anything but stare at him and ask him to please get on with it. He turns me over and opens my ass and plunges inside making me forget about the high as pain rips through my flesh, tairing at my skin and making me bite my bottom lip. In my stubborness I refuse to scream, and this seems to anger him, making him fuck me harder. I think to myself what have I become as I submit to this inhuman treatment done all in the name of love. Within seconds, he graons and releases, and falls onto the couch, while I sink to the floor. I see the blood as it runs down my thighs and I attempt to pull myself up and crawl to the bathroom. He offers no help, just looks at me as if he suddenly realizes that I am in the room, and wonders where the other chic was that he'd just brutally fucked. After cleaning myself up and walking back out into the shop, all the fellas are standing around laughing and the one I loved walks over and hugs me, caressing me telling me how much he loves me. We sit and chill, pretending as if what just happened never happened firing up blunt after blunt and shooting the shit. At one point during the night, he even cracks a joke telling his partners that his girl, is such a hellafied fuck. They smile and act as if I'm not sitting there, high a s a kite, and that both of them did not just experience sex with me. I push it to the back of my mind even though the pain tries to bubble within me.

Later that night, I attempted to say a prayer and bile begins to rise in my throat, I push it back, and take something to help me sleep. Even in sleep I am tormented as I know that there will be other memories of what I had to do....all in the name of Love.

Icy

Dubbed as a failure

I remember almost as if it were yesterday. Hearing her voice on the phone questioning me about this third pregnancy. 'How can you do this to the family?' Not to mention you're the only girl and you shame us not once, not twice, but now a third time." Her words stung like a poison that made it's way through my arteries and rested just beneath my aorta, and as the tears formed in the back of my head, I just held the phone away from my ears as she belittled me for this latest indescretion. Two children out of wedlock, two different fathers, one who almost killed me, one who walked out after our son was born, and here I am once again pregnant, this time with no idea who the father is, yet she doesn't know that. She only knows what she sees, and what she sees is her only granddaughter has turned into a whore, a babymaking machine, a statistic who will never amount to anything. I can hear her exhasperated sighs of disgust as she tells me how things were supposed to be in my life, and how she had such hopes that I would be a doctor, a lawyer or a engineer. Tells me I could have been anything at all, but I chose a path that was destined for nothingness, all because I wanted to be loved. As she continues to speak, my mind is carried back to the beginnings of each of those relationships and how each one was supposed to be...'the one.' I wasn't supposed to have to do it over again, with another man, cause well....they each told me they loved me and that I was their whole world. I guess I was for a minute, but after reality set in, it was as though I somehow became less of a treasure and more of a pain, an annoyance, a woman still carrying much of her little girl inside and all the baggage that came with it, so each man left me with something unforgettable. A child. A life to carry on his legacy, but never the love and dedication that should come with that gift. She asks me a question and I gulp back my pain to tell her, that I don't need anything, That I can take care of this baby, just as I have been taking care of the other two. I was blessed to have a good job, a nice home, a new car, but in her eyes and the eyes of so many, I was still dubbed as a failure. The baby began fluttering inside me, letting me know that it was time to stop her from hurting me with her words because she was upsetting my little one. I opened my mouth to speak and my heart seemed to break as I told her, 'Im sorry Ma, I can't listen to this anymore, no disrepect, but I have to hang up now.' As I slowly put the phone in the cradle I could still hear her shouts bellowing through the phone line....'see you aint nothing, got all them damn kids and now you done lost respect for your elders, no wonder none of them niggas wanna be with you. Breathing deeply I hang up the phone and sat motionless in the chair for what seemed like hours, unable to think, unable to breathe, unable to speak. Just sat, accepting the fact that I'd been dubbed, labeled by my closest relative as nothing, simply because I wanted love.
I surpassed my stages of failures with successes, and I embrace those who continue to label me simply because I had such a determination to have a specific kind of life, I never found that life, but what I did obtain, was three beautiful children who love me more than life itself. They are now my life, and everytime I look at them, I realize that that word failure shouldn't even be a part of my vocabulary....yet I remain dubbed.

Icy

Revelations

Today he drops a bomb. I thought I would be shocked but actually I wasn't. Thought I was gonna be all giddy and started rambling on as women do sometimes when they get incredible information, but I was cool as a cucumber, and it was so easy cause well, I realize that knowing is really half the battle. The other half is acceptance, patience and the ability to not allow society to determine who or what is good or not good. I've passed that stage with flying colors so now I can embrace the beauty of all life holds and envelop all that's about to come my way. Gotta go back and check out those images again, just to make sure I wasn't tripping....lol (inside joke)

Figuring out the unfigurable

Had a revelation today. What if I'm really brilliant and all the grossly intellectual and intelligent people of this world are really actually stupid? What if my theory's on life and love are true and the bovine I read in magazines and other publications are really lies. Like the other day, I read somewhere that relationships that have 'openess' are more likely to succeed that Monogomous ones. Who in the hell did the case studies and came up with that lil tad bit of bullshit had me scanning my mind for an appropriate comment. I've discovered that people are much like machines, they work until the warranty runs out, then they break down. Especially, no I'm not gonna say one of those overtly sexists comments cause well, it's Sunday and I'm being nice. Not to mention that would give credance to the fact that women run off at the mouth, and I refuse to be anything other than the exception to the rule. I realize now that sometimes being me is a task within itself, but I'm so attune to the nature and likeness of others that it's just cool watching stuff unfold. One of these days, I'll be able to writie it in a way that makes sense to all, but until then, I'll just be content to know that I've figured it out.

Silk Sleepers...Part 1

I watch his face, eyes twitching at 5 am, he's in a deep sleep and I know he's dreaming hard. Even in this unconscious state he seems so focused and attentive. I wonder if he's thinking about her, and the impact she had on his life. I smile and remember our conversation and how I felt such a peace from simply her presence alone. How can something that should have been eerie be so comforting. He'll probably never realize just how much I understand. Suddenly I wanna see how much focus he maintains even in his sleep. I spot it gently lying on his chest, the blue silk seeming to call out to me. I slowlyreach over and begin to move it away from his chest. At first he doesn't stir, then before I can it slide off, he turns over and throws his arm around me, I quietly grab the cloth and clasp it into my hand, snuggling up close to his body wondering how long it will be before he realizes that Im grabbing his thoughts as I hold on to the silk. We lie quietly for a few moments and he begins to snore softly in my ear. I squeeze tighter onto the cloth, and suddenly I begin to melt into his mental. As I drift off into my own level of unconsciousness I see the child walking into the room climbing into the bed....he simply says...'daddy, i missed you, where you been?' Then I hear the voices of several Jamaican women in the kitchen, and the smell of something delicious. It almost seems surreal, then I am walking into an office building to carry him lunch from that same pot from which that woman was cooking. He smiles as I hand him the bag, but he doesn't speak, as no words are needed for thoughts and emotions ar sorted into their own seperate compartments and the dreams flowsin perfect sequence with the silk sleeper. I am the silk sleeper for a few moments able to visualize a perfect dream in an inperfect world. then the stirring begins, he reaches out into the air, and I slip the cloth back into his hand, he sighs and snuggles up closer to my warm body, and in his sleep ask me...babe are you alright? I hold on to his arm, gently stroking the edge of the silk, I mumble yes and we both drift back into the beautiful world of the silk sleepers....

The Effects of Emotional Detachment

Wanting to reach within a millimeter of his space
just to entrap a thought without a home

finding they have been neatly filed away
secured withing his extreme perameters

searching for time while it continues to tick....endlessly
moving from ringing phones that seem to know no end

and places where I simply do not belong
hearts that are stagnated lost without attatchment

yet in my realm something pushes me into greatness
as the span of his mistrust compels me to wait...and wait

suddenly the thought hits me.....the void is clear, he is detached even from self....what am I waiting for?

as sleep slowly overtakes my thought process it seems less important...until god opens my eyes and it hits me again like a ton of boulders...once again

Too much focussing

So this morning I slowly pull myself outta the bed, trying my damndest not to think about his latest words to me. Why? Comes damn he has this ability to make me think too hard. What if's keep flowing through my mind and its like pulling eye teeth just to concentrate on other things. Even after all the smiles and coming at a sista in the midnight hour, in the back of my cerebrum His words still surface How can you love one day then be totally disconnected the next? Maybe its due to certain days we wanna deal with our realitities and other days we don't. Sometimes learning to accept the blame for the things you really did do is best especially when you trying to build. Of course if you just trying to say stupid shit to get 'everyone's attention then maybe you should just be quiet and go back into the corner with the bad kids..

The Look of a Angel

Got to work this morning and all my co-workers stated I had some sort of angelic glow on my face. Wasn't sure how to respond, as I'm sure my recent vacation had something to do with it. However I've decided to maintain the peaceful vibe I had while in NYC and not stress over anything. I must say, it did feel good being back in the classroom this morning and I sure missed my children. One of them, a little girl named Nikki, couldn't wait to show me this morning that she can do double addition problems. I had been trying to implement it into the cirriculum before I left but not many of the children had caught on. So my heart was definitely full when I came to work and she had actually grasped what I taught on two weeks ago. Days like this make me know why I choose teaching as a profession. I just love kids and being around them gives me a sense of self worth like nothing else. They all looked like little angels to me this morning and as they each begin to express how much they missed me and what they had done while I was out had me in a complete state of bliss. This is one of those days where I truly appreciate being me.

Cowpunchers Don't Cry

Can't if I wanted too, too much self absorbed strength inside holding me down to make me fall privy to the saltlands of a Brooklyn Mandingo. Yeah, the clouds done gave way to the open freshness of something, what, we haven't determined, but once again, I'm out here on my own, trying my damndest to smile inspite of all the Bovine Feeces I've been exposed to. I'm so happy I could scream. Martin and Malcolm would have both said......'fuck this' let's get it on....lol I'm a do Lenny proud next time he step to the stage and break down in front of thousands of fans, talking bout....'girl, i love you' not gonna get all gheto niggeroso, but gonna be queen b, and represent the strength and integrity of a true blue cornbreadfed country cutie. Once again, don't try and feel me, I'm often above even myself......lol Just listen and read. Hey a thought just occurred to me, when I die, you bitches better have a party in my honor, cause I swear to God if I see one tear, I'ma get my sexy ass up out the casket and smack the fuck outta everyone of you ho's. Anyhoo, what was I bloggin about anyway, oh yeah, I aint got no tears for ya boo, they all been dried up by the Men in Black way back in day. You remember the story right, well then you should know that when sick mothafucka's strip purity and innocence, they take tears too. Dry lands with soft hands ova here. Oh well, its all good, look at it this way. You never have to worry about me getting all emotional and shit at movies, I just get up and walk out if they start acting all retarded and trying to implant fecal matter into my solar system. Once again, this blog was not created for your understanding, but simply for my scripting enjoyment. Maybe even a necessity when dry tears try and scroch my skin and make me more human than I really am.

Cornbreadfed with determination
Icy

Countrygirl finagalings

The way I figure, by the time I'm 65 I will have experienced every possible emotion and thought so God can come on and snatch me away from this bitch. While flying the unfriendly skies today it occurred to me that my ass is more afraid of love than death. Now aint that a bitch. Maybe somebody can show me how to flip the script on that shit. Keep thinking to myself, at any moment girl, you gonna find yourself in a sho nuf love hate situation, and then what the fuck you gonna do. I'm lost but you'll never know it, cause my smile just has this way of distorting the most sorid thoughts. Is it fake? hell no, but I got the power of the cowpuncher working with me, so I can do da damn thing and still maintain my me. Don't be afraid when them bright lights start shining and you find yourself walking toward them just cause your feet rufuse to stop moving, even when you dog ass tired. I aint scared, shit even the Sabretooth had to retrack his claws from time to time. This man next to me, watching me reading my book wondering to himself, why she reading about slavery cause its over. No it aint you in denail sommama bitch, you a slave and so am I. But my feet bouts to carry me off into freedom, and where they won't take me, Harriet gonna get me through to the next post. Speaking of which, that heifa needs a new do, cause the strings done played out and its too much damn hair weave in circulation to walk around looking FOOLISH....HAHA, (wondering if he'll get that one) Let me get my poetic self back to scribinb major beauty, but I had to drop another tidbit into the water just to see the ripple effect of a black womans thought process. Sometimes we deep without even knowing it....(know he got that one...lol)

Cornbreadfed Ice with much insight!!!!

Separation Anxiety from a Cow Puncher

Greatest thing about self is the recoginition of emotions and being able to harness and redirect them bitches appropriately. How in the hell did I find myself out of the green grassy pastures, somehow swept away into the land of 'whatever, whoever, whenever' I will never know, but this cornbredfed cutie refuses to stop puching them fucking cows simply cause citified, smog filled clouds done clouded my vision. Let me put in some visine and get me some 'git right' so I can ride Ma Bessy right on back into the field, get them field hands and say....let's go fuck Massah up. That bastard been spending too much time watching my ass anyway, and the mistress been sleeping on da big one even with all the Viagra he's popping. Anyhoo, I gotta let this one go, just like Nas did in 'Remember the times' Take the memory for what it was and write that shit down , post it in the white house so the pres and all his aides can know what's really up. Aint gotta understand, just listen. Everybody who ride the short yellow bus, aint in the slow class, but them cows be calling my name, so here I come baby. Feeling all mushy and gushy while smelling them fresh tobacco stalks. Damn being back in da field feel mighty damn different, but I'ma hold it down til Bessy let me ride her off into the midnight sun.

Cornbredfed with much insight!!!