I’m at the “Have the day you deserve” point in life. B/c some folks ain’t shit and their day should be as well. Acting small at yo big ass age tsk tsk. 😒
There are people in the north of Gaza that haven't had bread since November! When they were presented with bread, men and women started crying. Do you understand what it means to break down the moment you get your hands on a piece of bread?
One of the things I absolutely ADORE about the Owl House is that it's about every type of love.
Like, romantic love. Yes, we love that. It's gorgeous. Perfect. But also,
Platonic love. I adore it. It's beautiful. I'd kill and die for it. And also,
Found family. I'm gonna cry. It's beautiful. And also,
Blood family. People who have been there all your life. It's not great for everyone, but for some it's beautiful.
My point is that the Owl House demonstrates that love is more than just romantic love. The whole thing is based around love. Luz's love for her mom. Eda and King's love for Luz. The way Willow, Gus, and Hunter love each other. It's so beautiful to see these characters so shamelessly love each other.
I've been stuck on Rupi Kaur for a little while now and I can turn Milk and Honey loose. It was such a good read, thus I found myself doing a dry read of one of my favorites. I pray I do their work justice with this dry read. @rupikaurpoetry-blog
Rupi Kaur does amazing work! I am forever grateful to the homie that put me on her poetry. My only hope is that I did this poem justice with my read. Remember I am @VocallyMika on all social media platforms feel free to like/follow/& subscribe @rupikaurpoetry-blog
I found her by accident...we nurtured a spark. So, will I be selfless and stay or selfish and leave for my own adventure. Love is so simple, yet we humans make it so hard.
My normal was getting stale. I wanted to change it up and try something different. Dipsea gave me what I was looking for. A playful and flirty dialogue with the freedom to add my own flare to it. I hope y'all enjoy.
Whilst waiting to get the kitty & fem stash waxed I saw the art below and I just started spewing out words to my phone hoping once I got home those words made since enough to bang out a poem for a voiceover. Of course in the middle I get the text to "Come On In Bookie!"
**Is it wrong that I love my wax lady she gives MAD Auntie energy and can fix ya life for the low low cost of a $60 Brazilian**
Soul surfer what made you wanna cruise my waves. When the tide came in you almost drowned in my turbulent waters. I couldn’t pull out of my own storm. You steadfast and sturdy. Nothing but a board and love to carry you through my surging tides. You ended it withered and beaten yet you made through. Only to be met with an abrupt end. I’m sorry…I left you with only a 3 dotted cloud to stare at while floating. You got to close to taming my ocean for me to stay. I’m sure by now you found much gentler seas while I remain unchanged….
I tried to told y'all Harold Green III's Black Roses got me in a chokehold rn. There maybe one more from Black Roses I do b/c I would love for yall to go out an buy his collection to get the full experience. My dude can write his butt off. He really does honor all that he writes about. I picked a few of my favs, & I pray I'm doing his writing justice.
Tamika’s March (Ode To Tamika Mallory)
By Harold Green III
Ms. Voncile and Mr. Stanley
did an amazing job.
They birthed a Harlem Renaissance
with a Bronx mentality.
You’ve scripted testimonies from tragedy.
Through horror-
you’ve found humanity.
When your heart broke-
you found ways to put the world back together.
I know Jason is smiling down at you.
The job of a leader can be thankless.
The ways of an activist can be selfless,
but I know Tarique is proud of you.
All those nights on the road-
just to pave the way.
All those days of rage-
just to find the right words to say.
This is a Black Parade
and you’re a Grand Marshall.
A whole revolution,
but I’m partial.
We owe you more than a thank you.
We owe you our best.
We owe you effort-
on days we feel like caving.
We owe you passion
and patience.
We owe you reciprocation
for the dedication you’ve shown us.
To look evil in the eye
and spit fire.
To know the journey
and not fear tired.
Such power.
What a presence.
Young, Gifted, and Black
A present.
Your upbringing
will always come back around.
You are doing the work of cycles.
A woman.
A fighter.
Lead the way-
we are right behind you.
I've been stuck on Harold Green III's Black Roses for a hot lil minute. I truly loved how he told their stories and uplifted each and every woman he spoke on. It was so warm and loving. So...I did a read of how Kimberly Drew's ode sounded in my head and I hope y'all enjoy my reading. **sidenote see if you can find where I goofed in the track**
Kimberly's Cool (Ode To Kimberly Drew)
by Harold Green III
Wayfinder.
Doormaker.
Eyeopener.
Receiptbuilder.
You are a compound word-
an amalgamation of curation.
This Is What I Know About Art:
You are making Black
a primary color,
and your blends
know no end.
You are teaching perception
how to bend.
You show past and present
how to be flexible
and make way for
Black Futures.
Art is fashion,
which means-
you are a portable exhibition.
Art is essential-
like breathing,
or vision.
We see what you see.
Art is for the living.
It helps us understand our existence.
There is an art to comprehension.
You turned equity
into an art form
and made it exquisite.
You put it on display
for all to see.
Met us where we were
and invited us up-
how hospitable.
You made the hidden visible.
Look at the picture you paint.
Everyone, look at what Kimberly drew-
a collage of self-portraits
for us all to view.
I figure its high time I let y'all know what I'm all about. This is my official intro to SoftTopXpressions. Aside from being a form of therapy for me. I hope this becomes a safe space for those who need it as well. Plus it'd be stellar if y'all would kindly give a newcomer some feedback. Currently I'm not Grade A, yet I can say with time this lil hobby of mine will allow me to truly blossom.