Phenomenal Woman…Maya Angelou

When I was in 10th grade I decided I would join my school’s annual pageant. We had to perform a “talent” as one of the elements to be judged during the competition. I racked my brain at first trying to figure out what I would do. Finally I decided I would do a poem….a skit. It was befitting. See, even then I loved to write and I loved poetry. Instead of writing my own I decided to present one of my favorite poems by the wonderful Maya Angelou…..”Phenomenal Woman”. The words alone exuded exactly what I needed to convey. I didn’t win that pageant, but to be able to share such powerful words to people who might not have ever heard of Maya Angelou was a winner in my book!
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“Phenomenal Woman, That’s you.”

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Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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Confessions of a Writer…..Through the looking Glass

Traveling down the trail of life
Destination unknown
Rough patches heavily worn
The looking lens bear no resemblances
The tattered mirror reveals the emptiness
Dare I nudge the conflicted connection
Wait…..there lies no reflection
Swaying between the fact and fiction
Teetering without a mission
Where this train stops, there ain’t no telling
Mind Battered and wounded
Wrapped up tightly it stays bounded
Forceful grin to he who looks within
The only thing that captivates me is the desire to win
Constraints to stay sane
To mask the constant pain
The struggling tributes that stain
The mere existence brings rain
Trudging through the mud
How did it flood?
Walking blindly through the obstacles
Feeling bare backed without a cover
Quick…..somebody hide me
Daring to break free
Hidden solutions taunt me often
Thoughts of the internal fire outweigh the sin
11:13 means more than what the clock reads
It’s life over death
The ending to begin
The trump card to all that fell behind
Learning and relating
Relating to learn
Saying yes to the task
That had already begun
And as rambled as this all seemed
Somehow, somebody just might believe the dream
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Making 2014 count by…….Growth

I came upon an awesome blog post at
littlebabygarvin.blogspot.com where she and several fellow bloggers are doing an awesome project where other bloggers will “link up” and share how we all plan on #making2014count. I think this is beyond awesome and a great way to make 2014 an unforgettable year along with meeting new friends and encouraging each other through our journeys! As I have said countless times before, the blogging world is a community of mounds of very talented and creative individuals with plentiful things to share. Since joining this world, I have gained an array of wonderful  friends that I cherish and adore.

Ironically before stumbling across this post, I had just written a post entitled “When Peace Finds You“. In that post I talk about how trying 2013 was and how I spent the majority of the year with this fascination about trees and I couldn’t pin point exactly why until I began a corporate fast. And that’s where I heard the word GROWTH. It meant growth….I was experiencing growth.
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I plan to make 2014 count by continuing to grow. Growth in every area of my life. Individually, Collectively, Spiritually, Mentally, Physically, Financially, etc. I plan to grow as a person, in my marriage, on my job, in my business, as a friend, sister, daughter, auntie, and eventually as a mother.

2014 will be a prosperous year and I plan to make it count. In 2014 I plan to fully live, love, and enjoy my journey. No more coasting as I did in 2013.

Thank you littlebabygarvin.blogspot.com for this great project!

Here’s to growing in 2014……

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Stayed tuned for a post on “13 things I learned in 2013″…..

A Valentine’s Story: A Grandfather’s Love

valentines-day-poems-for-parents-from-kids-i12Growing up I was blessed to have my maternal grandparents in my life…they raised my siblings and I.  So, I have so many fond memories and the joys of living with my grandparents.  My grandfather was an awesome man.  He showered me and my sister with so much love.  He was the perfect example of the type of love you should receive from a man.  He was the first man who ever loved me and showed it.  There was not a day that he did not tell me that he loved me and that I was beautiful.  He promoted love 365 days out of a year, so on Valentine’s Day he went out of his way to shower my sister and I with cards, candy, teddy bears, etc.  Do you understand why he felt it was important for him to do this?  His whole mantra was for us to understand that love begins at home and to help us develop self-love first.   So when we went out into the world we’d appreciate acts of love because we deserved it.  And  because we love ourselves first, we aren’t disappointed if we don’t receive a Valentine’s gift on Valentine’s Day because our Valentine’s Day is everyday!  My grandfather is no longer here physically, but I am often reminded of his love everyday and although I won’t get that extra special love he displayed on Valentine’s Day by him, I still hold dear to the memories I shared with him.  Happy Valentine’s Day Granddaddy! May you Rest in Peace!

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~Happy Valentine’s Day from Lovebug’s World to yours!

Valentine’s Day is the National “Love Day”.  Tons of companies make so much money off of this one day.  Although love should be spread everyday, this day is still highly emphasized.  It’s all about the commercial appeal, so it’s easy to get sucked in. Valentine’s Day every year spark so many emotions good or bad usually evoked depending on if you are in a relationship or not.  And sadly, depending on if you “receive” something or not.  Which usually puts people in a not so good mood from the wives, husbands, girlfriends, boyfriends, the single people, and even the side people(I have been seeing topics on this more and more as today was fast approaching, so this is a whole other topic). My friendly advice is whether you are with someone or not remember that love starts within.  If you are with someone show that person you love them the other 364 days as well. Love isn’t always about showering someone with gifts.  If you are not with someone love isn’t always about a guy or a girl, it could be your Child, your Brother, Sister, Mother, Father, Grandparents, and even friends.  So, see you are loved in all the most tangible ways possible from more people than you could ever imagine.  So, in the spirit of “Love Day” let’s  spread a little love by giving someone a smile, a hug, and even a “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

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Dear You…..

Dear You,

Hello there…just where have you been? I thought I buried you. So why must you resurface again as if you are needed. It took awhile to get here and once again I have to face you. I’m not looking forward to this trip. Engulfed in a sea of what you use to be. Triggered by the need to put you behind me. Familiarity dares me to welcome you. Stubbornness to be strong holds true. I’ve built walls and put up guards just to avoid you because you were all a thing of the past and although at times it creeps back up lightening fast I want to hide so it doesn’t find me. But, somehow circumstances always present me with the challenge to accept it or decline and kindly walk away. So, as I stare back at what you were I can’t help but to smile. You just don’t do it for me anymore and since we are no longer one the best gift I could have ever given you I present to you with pleasure and that’s to watch me walk away…..again!

Signed,
Me

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