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Beauty is in the eye of love.: My Hair Story.
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Monday, November 30, 2009. Boycotting against the chemicals. And I'm already waist deep in the struggle. Coexisting rivalries fighting for a savior. Everyone wants me to choose a side. Straight moral conformity vs. rebellious curly exotica. Thought I could hide behind flat irons. But I couldn't take the heat. Combs turned to fingers. To ease detangling growing pains. I'm trading in the sulfates and blow dryers. For butters and creams. In my sable S-curled dreams. That my family can't understand. Its prov...
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Beauty is in the eye of love.: July 2009
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009. Man of the Year (or survey really): Van Hunt. I love this man:. So I will give this a shot! Using only song titles from ONE ARTIST OR BAND, answer these questions. Pass it on to 12 people and include me. You can't use the artist or band I used. Do not repeat a song title. Repost as "My Life According to (ARTIST OR BAND NAME) I was tagged by the lovely Knobody. Are you a male or female? How do you feel:. Hole in my Heart. Describe where you currently live:. In the Southern Shade.
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Beauty is in the eye of love.: My life in a few sentences.
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Monday, October 19, 2009. My life in a few sentences. Fell in love with a boy. Yes, a boy. Cutest thing I've ever seen. Problem: He's taken and leaving for the Navy soon. Solution: We fill our work shifts with craziness and laughter. And we'll be pen pals after he leaves. Still carless, but that should be changing soon. In the meantime, my social life is pretty much nonexistent. I feel like I've retired from writing poetry. I don't have those overflowing inspirations as much anymore. Hmm. Keep Up the Flow.
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Beauty is in the eye of love.: May 2009
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009. I feel like I could compose a poem solely from the reading I received last night. According to my bestie's coworker, I have a very strong fate line. And yes, I do feel that a lot of occurrences in my life happen for a reason. Lesbianism would've been far from my mind had it not been for a tiny curiosity that occurred at the end of my freshman year in college. Money-wise, I will be making bank, but I have to spend my money wisely. Recessionistas know what I'm talking about. I do n...
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Beauty is in the eye of love.: June 2009
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009. Intimacy. (Part 1? In a place fit for maximum security. A holding cell made with your hands. Picking locks of hair with your fingertips. My body slowly leaning forward and. All it took was your lingering. Breaths on my neck. Spilling sanity into your psyche. A mess of my past. Mingling with this and trying that. Dripping from your ears. While the rest absorbs into memory banks. Refusing to cash my thoughts. To spend on toxic gossip. The only whispers lie. Who taught me that. But I...
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Beauty is in the eye of love.: Random Haiku
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Monday, October 19, 2009. Sex created the texture. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Beauty is in the eye of love. Musings of a dual soul. Stay Here - Muhsinah. Keep Up the Flow. Maybe it's just me. Negroes spoke of me. Be yr own queero. Crap, I'm A Lesbian. Music Love. Heartaches and Headaches. Yogic Confessions of a Curly-Q'd Sociopath. My quest for happiness. True To My Pen. The DeVonce' Chronicles and other Random Tales! Oooh, Hecky Nawl; That Guhl is Raw. HAIRLISTA INC. Healthy Hair Network.
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Beauty is in the eye of love.: February 2009
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Saturday, February 28, 2009. Letter to Love Life's Editor Part 1: Things I'll Never Say. Dear former friend,. Since you (indirectly) rejected my feelings,. I directly took my angry feelings and controlled them in the only way I knew how: writing. I wasn't angry to the point where my heart pumped overtime, but it would have been a better excuse considering how much negativity I've written about you. It was my only way of coping with the feelings I had. PS Your Extravaganza performance was great. Along the...
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Beauty is in the eye of love.: November 2009
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Monday, November 30, 2009. Boycotting against the chemicals. And I'm already waist deep in the struggle. Coexisting rivalries fighting for a savior. Everyone wants me to choose a side. Straight moral conformity vs. rebellious curly exotica. Thought I could hide behind flat irons. But I couldn't take the heat. Combs turned to fingers. To ease detangling growing pains. I'm trading in the sulfates and blow dryers. For butters and creams. In my sable S-curled dreams. That my family can't understand. Mix it w...
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Beauty is in the eye of love.: April 2009
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009. Wakin' up at 4 am 'cause lately sleep ain't been my friend. What a week being absent from blogging! Some of the end of the year work pile is done, classes are over, and I have a potential summer boo! The only thing that may be killing me is this deep sleep headache. I feel deprived considering I haven't written a poem in what seems like ages. Most likely I'll flush one out today. I guess I'll entertain myself with an end of semester to-do list:. Don't be too lazy. As for aggres...
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Beauty is in the eye of love.: September 2009
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009. As deep sleep meets stumbling feet. Dreaming with closed eyes. Yet perceiving with fingertips. Nourished by our synchronized laughter. You accept my advances. In exchange for my half-lidded embarrassment. Entranced by our broken lullaby. Hits my surface like lightning. With the tingle of our potential. Penetrating my rod bones. Static clings to my clothes. Sheets tangled in intricate designs. Begging for something more. Determined to have you. Walking turns into flying. KHOLI-...
