unconditional

Unconditional
Is what we strive for each day
Unconditional devotion
In the middle of out imperfection
We seem to get it just right
Or we keep trying
Until the puzzle pieces
Fit like love
Like a warm glove
That shields us from being cold
From letting joy
Get old
It’s unconditional kinda traditional
No clauses
Or reason to be troubled
We have a new height to reach each day
A new classification of adoration
A fresh definition of forgiveness
An original take on accepting
And we can’t waste time
Comparing our love to the madness
Of the world
We can only
Endure each other
And revel in the pleasure of a morning kiss
Get drunk in each other’s smile
And understand beyond understanding
That imperfection is what makes us so great
The blemish of our character
When we’re alone
Is the reason why we must be as one
Why we can give so much to love
Without expectation
Or hesitation
Why we can serve as compliment
Not completion
Because to this existence
There can be no end
Or story shall sing to lovers
Of the ages
Our love will be a sonnet of perfect rhyme
And our tolerance
Patience and friendship shall serve as guide
As scripture
On the intricate and effortless
Act of giving
Living
Receiving
Being
Unconditional.

I ought to be ashamed of myself...

I have been walking around here with my chin buried in my chest with the blues, while the people in the poorest country in the western hemisphere suffers under the destruction of a devastating earthquake. In the town where my father was born there are maybe thousands of people right now trapped in buildings holding on for life in the dead of the night praying that they will be rescued and survive this disaster.
I know that Haitian people are very strong and have endured so many trials over the last 2 centuries but I really feel like DAMN they really can use a break! They were still trying to heal from the last series of hurricanes that hit in recent years. Also, I have always felt as if Haiti was hated by Western Civilization because of their emancipation and its ripple effect on slavery in America and the other Caribbean territories. I am not going to say that this event was caused by man but I’m not going to deny the possibility either. (I am a bit of a conspiracy theorist) I will say that I do salute the people of Haiti for their strength to endure natural and political catastrophes. I am praying for their continued strength and I am going to honor them by being strong in the midst of my own struggles.
I have sat on my ass for long enough and I know that I know better. I will be actively committing myself to relieve efforts in any way I can. I just cannot even believe how terrible I have been since this new year began sulking and crying over the wackest shit when people who had nothing lost the lil’ bit they had within minutes. I can kick myself in the ass for that level of selfishness! No more! I will be collecting items with my HS Bestie for the Red Cross and I have been encouraging folks to support Wyclef’s organization by texting the word “Yele” to 501501 to make a one time donation of $5.00.
I will be hyper extending my energy to give more of myself to help my brothers and sisters and to give more to those who are less fortunate because I can’t really begin to consider myself as being blessed if I am not going to be a blessing to others.
Aiight I’m finnah go to bed cuz I’m sleepy, my mind is blown and I am ranting… I love ya’ll…

I ain't the G.O.A.T. but I'm pretty damn close...

So I did it! I slammed with the best of them Thursday night... There was some fierce competition but I held my own. I didn't win but I showed out and I think I got a few people's attention. I really enjoyed hearing some of the other poets because I felt as if it really was some of the greatest that S. Fla has to offer. One thing that kind of thru me off was the judges response to the poet Jash Sa-Ra. His lines were very clever, but maybe too clever. It looks like it took them a few minutes to get the joke... I'm not saying they were slow, he may have just been too fast for they ass. It sucks to be misunderstood, sometimes. I think the only reason why some people even listen to me is because I say muuuu phucka a lot. There is a draw back to using so much filthy language. Some folks find it to be unbecoming of a lady. All I can say to that is "I am such a phucking lady!" My ability to successfully curse a drunk sailor under the table in no way disables my etiquette and divine since of time and place.
Okay... I way off subject! Back to the slam... The winner was Da Youngsta and he was very deserving of the victory. I think he may have even received a standing ovation. His peace was beautiful.

I am very proud of myself for competing and I think that if my hectic personal life permits I will be making VANDV my new home. If you are truly interested in experience South Florida's finest organic and creative poetic experience then I suggest you do the same. Next month's subject is fairy tales and fables. I am already penning somethings but I have been also examining cultural storytelling styles from all over the world to broaden my skills. I wonder how it's gonna come out. If it's wack, then I will only be on the open mic. We shall see...
Until next time... I'll holla at ya'll folks laterz...

trying to keep my head up...

but I think my afro puff it too heavy! I guess that's what I get for having nappy hair. I feel a little better today but I'm not 100%. I am so deep in thought and woeful that its obvious to everyone within the first minute of being in my presence. I guess it's unexpected because I am usually the one who brings in the confetti, smiles, and sunshine. Let's get thru today cuz the slam is 2moro. I gotta pick up my energy real quick or present a fiyah ass peace with this look on my face...

maha's got the blues...

I haven't written on my blog in a while because I have been pretty sad lately. The new year hasn't started out that great for me and I am not that good at faking my feelings so I have been keeping it all to myself...
I really can't complain, and if I did, no one would listen.
Even God don't wanna hear that shit...
I have been putting all this energy to use though. When I am stressed sad or under pressure I can easily write verse after verse and I have been. I wrote a song today about loneliness and how it ain't all that bad...
I am rehearsing my peace for the slam although I'm still nervous as a chicken in Kentucky. a good friend told me that my nerves are a blessing... I hope so. I need to feel blessed cuz right now i feel like a mess.