I have ten minutes the record the blur of voices chorus blending in my head. Today I am certain of who I am. More certain of the woman I wish to be. I am so happy it is warming up. My spirit has carried winter for far too long.

Sometimes you don't be knowing the reason the universe is pushing at you. It is good when you finally decide to stop pushing back. Sometimes you have to move an inch downstream, to push a yard up.

It is warm. I am drinking peach iced tea. The world is not perfect, but I belong to the group trying to make it better. Some days that has to be enough. Somedays you cannot dance with the dark flick of insanity. Sometimes the view is good without the rose tinted glasses.

I went Bowling last night. Did poorly, but laughed more than I have in months.

Forgive the errors but I was feeling too good not to say something about it and I am typing faster than I actually have the speed of accuracy. So I don't even know if what I say makes any kind of accessible sense.

Hello Jamaica. I miss you. Soon come. Will be there before the next school term begins.

When I come home I want to have a big party. Invite the whole world so we can dance. Karl will help me plan it. I think I want to have a really good time.

Racquel, U alright?

A minute to go and nothing I am thinking makes sense
sense is something
I have never had
like my mother
I was crazy for myself
all the time
I going crazy for my own heart
my own songs making more sense than the melodious lies
af a place with too many contradictions
not enough variation
for a girl who never liked the white
of uniforms worn
the same length
everyday
I am learning to love
all the colors
I be seeing all the time

color blind for my own rainbow

I always be looking for more than the sorry ass
yellow of somebody else's
pot of gold.

Walk good.

Love and all that Jazz.
Staceyann