People look for others to surrender while pretending to be supportive.
I wish I were taller.
I pretend that my cell phone dropped a call.
My alarm clock doesn’t alarm.
I actually remember to take the cell phone off ‘silent’ after work.
I can sleep right through a thunderstorm but will wake up if someone turns the TV off.
I forget how much I am loved by family and friends
People think before talking
I wonder if Portland is where I’m supposed to be
I wonder if I will ever have a group of black friends the way I did in Milwaukee, Dc, and Silver Spring Md.
I wonder why little white kids stare at me on the train (when I'm clean-shaven) until one of them will approach me to ask I was Emmet Smith
I wonder if I will be the next Langston Hughes or e.e. cummings.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m a reincarnation of e.e. cummings since he had died the month I was conceived.
I avoid people who ask me if I like Portland yet.
Ilovelike how I look in the mirror
I’m good with my diet and exercise
I get bad feelings about something and the feelings become justified
I hate when people, over the phone assume I'm white, and then tell a racist joke
I have to remember that after I’ve handed my problems over to God, to not try to take them back
I wonder if Janet Jackson will ever have another hit album
I wonder if Prince will ever do music as great as the 1999 and Purple Rain Cds
I wonder if Lauryn Hill or D'Angelo will ever make a comeback
I hear Prince's instrumental Venus De Milo and I envision my bride walking down the aisle to the song.
I wonder if I should bake cakes on the side, to make extra money
I hate my guidance counselor in high school who talked me out of architectural school
I look back at how I got over my mental and physical abuse at the hands of my father- I want to run as fast as I can or to scream as loud as I can but my voice is too deep
I’m bad with my diet and exercise
I wonder if everyone reaps what they sow in this life or the next- I wonder if I was a rich white man who had many lovers in a previous life (the opposite of this one)
18 March 2010
Sometimes
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3 comments:
Hi...new to your blog, found you over at don's
LOL @ I pretend my cell phone drops calls...I do that all the time even though I know I shouldn't.
I really enjoy some of the poems you have up here and plan to come back to see more!
Bree
Hi Bree
I'm always appreciative of people reading my blog. Because I love to write I would probably do so even if no one read it, but it's still nice that someone reads it. I love yours too. I love reading inspirational words
As Rudyard Kipling said 'if is the middle word in life'.
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