tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62578036096463921842012-01-27T14:28:03.717-08:00Flying Catterpillarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12694053389025035386noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257803609646392184.post-66958946114550330132011-10-19T17:07:00.000-07:002011-10-19T20:45:24.957-07:00

My Ma passed away on August 18th, 1985. Nine days after she delivered me to this world, she said farewell to this beautiful earth plane.It always bothered me that I was unable to attend my mother's funeral. I was never allowed the opportunity for closure, so today, I'm going to take this opportunity to honor and to commemorate the fly and beautiful spirit that birthed me into this world.Dear Ma

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Took myself out to eat on Monday. $25 on a raw meal in the East Village. I sat next to a group of designers and models from London.niggadreams.The waitress smiled and politely told me that my card was declined. Checked my account balance and I had $0. Went through my wallet: $6 in cash and a personal check that I wrote to myself some months ago that reads "infinite abundance from the universe

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A few weeks ago I saw a commercial on BET for celebrity choreographer, Lorianne Gibson's new reality TV show. Within the commercial Lorianne Gibson scolds her dancers for not fully utilizing their gifts. She coldly warns and reminds her dancers, "YOU CAN'T AFFORD NOT TO SHINE." Lorianne's words have been playing within my head for weeks..."YOU CAN'T AFFORD NOT TO SHINE." "YOU CAN'T AFFORD NOT

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I always, always carry a notebook with me. However, for, the past month I have searched my house up and down for a nice clean notepad and I have yet to find one. I've found an old red notepad that only has about 10 sheets left within it. I tried to sit down and write within the notebook, but, lately I've been feeling uninspired to write. A few days ago I told a beautiful earth angel about my

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We have rice and beans for dinner almost every night, white rice and red beans or yellow rice and guandules made with Sofrito. ma pulls out her burnt stainless steel pot, heats the pot, pours some olive oil into the pot, digs her spoon into the sofrito jar and splats the red Sofrito into the pot,cracks a can of guandules beans,pours them into the pot, adds some white rice, adds a little water and

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Everyone thinks that because your're red that you're supposed to be pretty. Ma is pretty and my sister Fimula is pretty too. I seen pictures of my father too and he's handsome. Even though I love my Ma, I sometimes wish that my father would have stayed in his lane and gave birth to me with a regular brown girl. That way I could have nappy hair, brown skin, big lips and a big nose and I would

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His spirit makes her think of sunshine and rain dropsShe holds umbrellas and wears sun visors to keep her heartCarries Rose quartz in her bra to protect her heartVibrates dichotomies of protection and affection makes him think she's playing with his heart Coloring outside the lines and leaving white spaces Her heart still pumps child hood cherry kool-aidKool-Aid smiles broadcast in between

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Divine Order: I always wished I had one of those names that gets tangled and lost in your tongue, you know, the type of name that conjures up images of eccentric parents that read books. Folks tell me my ma was pretty eccentric when she walked this earth plane, but she named me Ashley...and all those that matter refer to me as Ash. Yeah, she must've knew she was on her way out this joint because

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8 days of straight water fasting...Broke it today, nope not ready, back on tomorrow...to be continued...P.S. Give Thanks.

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I dated a Christian once, his name’s Cornbread. Even though he thinks I'm a heathen, He liked me a lot. When we were dating I told him that I was working on opening my sacral chakra for him. He didn’t believe me…thought my interest in spirituality was a gimmick…a fad, but he gave me a pass because I wore peasant skirts with pockets and I slipped patchouli in his pockets when he told me he was

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I've always knew of funk/fuck what you heard soul singer Joi, however, I never really thought much of her until this weekend when I had the opportunity to witness her perform at 1 Musicfest in Atlanta at the King Plow Arts Center. Man, oh man, I've been sleepin'. Not only did Joi deliver a rockin' performance in front of a crowd of like only 25 heads that most likely had no idea who she was or

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For a very brief spell I was courted by Lamar. He said "I hate books. I don't know when’s the last time I read a book." I should've known this one wasn't going far. He is handsome. He looks like he could be my brother…maybe he is. I don't know my mother in the physical form and every time I ask somebody about how she was when her mud looked like it was melting, they always give me the same

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My spirit no long whispers to me because my actions reveal that I don't hear its whispers, so now my spirit has transformed its whispers into shouts:1) Eat light to encourage your ascension. Go 90% raw for the summer.2.)Only use natural hair care products and yes, this means no more hair dyes and gels!!! We are not trying to put you into a box as one of them nut snacking, sun loving, tree hugging

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Just pouring a few words to honor my angels.Yesterday I was in Barnes & Nobles thumbing through Doreen Virtue's book, Angels 101. Within this book Virtue mentions that one way that our Angels communicate with us is by planting or leaving a multitude of feathers on our path to let us know that they are with us and that everything is okay. Our angels may leave feathers in the form of silhouettes in

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Just pouring a few words to honor my Angels.A few months ago my angels advised me to write and that they would take care of everything else for me. Man oh man, them beautiful beings were not playing. So, my last day of work was January 18th and my lease ended on March 1st. On February 16th I woke up worried, anxious and doubtful. I questioned, was quitting my job the right decision? Where will I

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I turned on my computer last week to discover that all of my saved files had mysteriously vanished. All of my writings - EVERYTHING is completely gone, I have no idea what happened, I just know that my writing is gone. The message: use it or lose it...writing is to be read not saved in a file... Break out the pen, write, share and watch your life expand...

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Some years ago my best friend from Washington Carver ElementaryHe told me that he wanted to go to college so he could get that higher knowledgeI said homey, you know what? I want to go to college too cuz I want to be just like youSome years later I travel back home and I see dude standin’ on corners spittin that higher knowledge I say: “yo homey, what happened to college?”He say: “yo baby girl,

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(Observation of young woman talking on her cell phone while riding the bus)Her beauty is found in her voice, her accent, but not in her words. Her drawl reveals a courtship between lovers from distant fences. A love affair between a Joe named Altanta and a madaam from Savannah. Or maybe she was simply from Augusta; a tinge of tea and a tinge of coffee. Each R that peddles off of her tongue

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I really like your hair said the white man, in regards to my massive Afro puff. Thank you, I replied with a smile that possessed thoughts of Kingnoble9's words "yeah, your hair will never be able to connect to the ethers like this." The white man smiled back, then he looked up and smiled at my puff. He smiled as if he was curious as to how my hair sat so obediently on top of my head...he smiled

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I just wanted to share this because it provides me with inspiration and confidence in my goddessness, hopefully it will inspire others:After graduating from college and completing a year of national service in Atlanta, I moved back north to live at home with my family. I did not want to leave Atlanta, but I was fearful to live on my own without the safety net of being in school or some type of

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"She hopes and dreams and writes and believes and perhaps the world will let her live for a while, tolerating her as a harmless eccentric. I hope that it will. I fear that it may not." -- Octavia Butler's Parable of the Talents

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My cousins and I laughed hysterically at Angela Basset's character Tina as she chanted Nam Myoho Renge Kyo at her altarAunt Sharifa gave us the evil eye and told us to hushWe were being immatureWe were embarrassing her in the Napoleon dotted theaterAunt Sharifa knew how it felt to have her religion laughed at and questioned by her peopleMy new uncle Salaam had put her onto IslamAunt Sharifa

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Breaking News: Premonitions of Big PunNewark, NJ: Radical pro-life extremist have taken it up a notch. They no longer stand outside of abortion clinics shouting obscenities to disillusioned souls. They no longer run through abortion clinics strapped with bombs on their backs. Radical pro-lifers have taken their message to the streets of Newark, NJ. One pro-life extremist explains, we’ve decided

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The TV stole my red blood cells gun…the microwave put its finger on the trigger…and my cell phone released the trigger…POW!!!! Fuck Obama! Fuck your God! Fuck your re-lie-gion and not so sugar free products!!! Fuck me!!! But be gentle…let’s have premarital sex on top of our bibles to prove we can still get to heaven…Ahhh forget it, you said your ex-girlfriend was crazy and she still eats the

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I chose not to vote (did you digest it yet?). Yup, that’s right no Obama pins for me.November 4, 2008 got me to thinking where was Bobby Hemmit’s soul in the 1890’s and early 1900’s? Where was Aseer the Duke and Phil Valentine? Where were they when all the nagas were running to the polling booths to vote for the first time? Were they running with them? Or were they sitting on their front

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A couple of months ago while waiting for the train at the West End train station I shared a bench with a young man. He appeared a bit disturbed, so I asked him “are you okay”? Without hesitation he irritably replied, “Nah, I ain’t okay, I’m upset.” As he began to unzip his knapsack and pull out two books, he questioned “you want to know why I’m upset? I’m upset because if I asked my people which

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Some Jazz for the Nappy Head (progressive Niggas?)Not one for long distance relationships, I let him in. Distant mental capacities forced me to admire his turf. Turns out, I traveled down south without allowing him to travel up north, now I’m dragging this king - oops my bad, he hates that word, he prefers nigga - so, I’m dragging this “progressive nigga” up…He constantly turns to me and looks

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http://[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcoxSvZ4HFs]The Catterpillar is beautiful too…I think she’ll just stay in her cacoon and still fly and shine beautiful colors simply because she believes she can…I have always been amazed at how catterpillars turn into butterflies and how they are never able to return to their natural state again. What is even more amazing is that they don’t have a

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So, I’ve got a blog spot. He He. You will probably never hear me say half this shit posted on here (see, like the word shit, i’ll never say it verbally, it makes me cringe). In fact, I really don’t say much…I don’t do much either, but you will probably see me doing more than speaking. Since I don’t say much, I think a lot. People often express that I look lost and confused or scared, maybe

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