After last nights episode of Underground, I had to do it.
This has been my jam this week! I’ve been so inspired and encouraged lately and I am just ready to work. A lot of changes are coming far as my writing is concerned and boy am I ready. Like, I don’t even care about haters, negativity, I’m not concerned with any of it. I got too much to do this year and this summer is gonna be epic. We spend too much time on the negative things. Let’s start being excited about ourselves. Be excited about you! Positive vibes all around. My whole perspective has shifted. “Cause even when I’m a mess, I still put on a vest with an S on my chest!”
Whatta man whatta man whatta man, what a mighty good man!
I wanna dedicate today’s 90s Jam to my hubby! OK so, yesterday was a suppperr busy day. Like, it didn’t even make any sense. So, I was still working when Moshe (hubby) got home and made dinner for us. I mean, he throw down anyway so it’s nothing new but he was so sweet about it. Made me go awwuee! PLUS he barbecued and it was so bomb.
I chose three of my favorite pics (well, I have more favorites but these are what I could find right now). The first is in Texas in 2010. The second is in Jamaica in 2012. That raised eyebrow of his is hilarious. The last one was last year, I begged him to take a selfie (or in this case, a us-ee lol)
Without further ado here is Salt N Pepa Whatta Man…
“I want to take a minute or two, and give much respect due
To the man that’s made a difference in my world”
We tied our wanting into a bow
And placed it on each other’s laps
Where neither trial
Could wash away our fairy tale.
Did not occur to us that neither plastic bags
And not even the future was strong enough
To hold us.
We were brave.
We were warriors.
We were safe in each others ears
Promises to each others secrets
No one could tell us any different.
Calendars did not lend us its eyes
Did not carve reality into the sticky notes we placed
On our destiny’s
We merely rode on the backs of memories
We created out of air
That smelled of hope
That felt like oxygen to lung
Breath to life
Truth to wisdom
But that bled deception underneath the surface
Of blue lines
On white paper.
That smelled of jasmine
Now shattering glass
Hopelessly pasted together
Encoding our hearts in one anothers chest
We opened up
Stored our futures away
With the ease of speech
Letting them hide behind our eyelids
Trapping falling tears into bottles for fear
Of losing sight of the other
Amidst the blurs it birthed
When doubt crept in.
And we held onto these bottles
Like we babysat the others gaze
Too naïve to understand
That there were no guarantees
That we must not put our hopes into fallen stars
And wishing wells
For now we bleed
Both apology and need
For our broken wings
Both myth and martyr alike
Legend to sacrifice
Do you know what it’s like to feel every twist
Of a dying bow?
To be undone?
Shackled to the worst part of your life story
Prisoners to the memories you created
In each others smiles
Now dangling regret
In the sky.