Signature Saturday

It's Saturday night. I followed in the steps of @itsokay and took a much needed bubble bath after my workout earlier! I'm in bed reading the newest issue of Essence Magazine and listening to @fatbellybella's Nu Amerykah, and loving the two. The only thing missing is my infamous Saturday night glass of Riesling. :-( I feel very much in my "Pretty Brown Girl" bag. Life right now is good. Trying times are ahead, but I believe good things will follow them if I keep my mind fixed on things eternal. Sometimes I'm worried that I'm too full of dreams and aspirations for my own good. Sometimes I worry that I'm not concrete enough. Tonight, I'm not worried about any of those things. Tonight I'm thankful for my tempermental bargain laptop and the invention of iTunes. I'm slowly but surely getting through "New Black Voices" and enjoying every page. Yesterday, while I was hawking Panera's free wi-fi, I applied to Regent University's MFA in Script and Screenwriting program. I've been home for about six weeks now, and it's time to start moving forward and working towards my future. Education is vital. Tell your friends. Knowledge is still power, and while you may not learn the most important lessons in the classroom, those little slips of paper speak volumes to those with "the butter." I'll have to tell you that story later, if you haven't already heard it. Sure enough, the text messages are coming in now that I've reached the zenith of my relaxation. "wanna do something?" It's probably my favorite text message. I think I'm gonna make an executive call on behalf of my comfy and decline the night voyages. Well, that's all I have for tonight young lovers. Just checking in and working on my commitment to blogging on a more regular basis.

p.s.- somebody send me $10 to renew my Go Daddy domain name. Maybe this year I'll figure out how to connect it to a host and get my .com up and running. Ya'll help a sister out! Lol.

And don't forget... it ain't over till NiqSpeaks!

Unorthodoxed People ( The U.P. Poem)

There is a peace for poet; its birth is in mid rage

and up from flights of fancy come the poets to the stage

Up from heaven, up from hell, up for roaring seas,

Up from oppression, racism, reverse racism, and sexism, up from all of these

Up from rape, up from incest, up from crack smoked black spoons,

Up from bottle after bottle, up from drunken stupor father and blind eyed mother's wounds

Up from far too friendly uncles, up from twisted older brothers,

Up from lust soaked beds, up from fists of angry lovers

Up from contemplations of life less breath, up from even that,

Up from high, up from higher, up from so high I can't breathe

Up from blacked out nights of floors in hotel rooms you can't leave

Up from wishing faith were less concrete than streets where peddlers beg

Up from self-doubt born in toes and raised in lower legs

Up from burdened thighs and bludgeoned loins

Up from pained chests where hearts mourn

Up from these pieces, to poets end

Up from darkness, to poets pen

Up from flights of frights and fancy come the poets to the stage

There is a peace for poet; its birth is in mid rage.

λογοπηιλε

Age Ain't Nothin But A Number

A question (see here) posted by Twitter's  @smashedthehomie on Facebook this morning got me to thinking... yes, "got me to thinking!" Lol.  It's not the first time I've thought of it, but it’s just something that I've been aware of for quite some time now.

When it comes to dating or marriage for that matter, I've always felt like I'm going to marry someone younger than me.  I'm gonna marry younger.  Lol. And here are just a couple of reasons why. 

First, I don't want to marry anyone with children.  I've always felt like when it came time for me to reach certain milestones in my life, I wanted to do that with my partner as a shared experience.  If and when I do make a final decision on having children, I want my first child to be your first child, not your third or fourth!  Now, of course, if you've adopted your cracked out sister's children, or taken on the responsibility of raising a younger sibling, that's a different story.  It’s commendable and it will probably gain you more points with me.  I just can't dig the step-mom thing.  As far as already owning your own home or large home appliance, lol, that's fine.  It shows ambition and motivation, but keep in mind that a mortgage holds a different weighting than a child support payment.  Now, with all this in mind, and with the clock ticking, more and more men are fathering children every year... with people THEY HAVE NO PLANS ON BEING WITH LONG TERM!!! No bueno fellas.  Not at all.  With my age increasing, and the pool of possibilities decreasing, I just can't see myself marrying someone my age or older.

Second and strangely, I find older guys oddly unattractive.  I can never see them as anything other than sweet, or nice.  Dad-like.  I can't even see myself dating someone who’s already out of their 20s.  I guess it’s because I've always felt young, not immature, or naïve, simply young.  The thought of dating someone who wouldn’t be up for an adventure or a sporadic road trip or midnight run to Wal-Mart, well, that just doesn’t set well with me.  Now, I know that there’s plenty of guys out there who are in their 30s and 40s who lead full active lives, oh gosh but they’re graying!  iCANT! 

Now I know that as soon as you put into words or express those things to which you absolutely do not find yourself attracted, THAT’S what God usually sends your way.  Why?  I guess it’s just a crazy game.  Who knows for sure?  Well, that’s all that I have to say about this for now.  I’m sure with time, I’ll be back to discuss this from an older and hopefully wiser perspective. 

If you need me, I’ll be sitting outside a retirement home waiting for the love of my life to roll out in a hover-round sitting on dubs.

Don’t forget young lovers… it ain’t over till NIQSPEAKS!