Greener

I remember that kiss on my forehead

just before he said, it’s not you
its me. “I just gotta get myself
together" he said.

Can’t seem to get those words
outta my head, instead
I let them drift into dreams
that took my mind away from he.

Lost in green clouds of green skies,
in my own green world,
seeing nothing but the purest green
an eye could ever see, for
it was already locked within me.

I guess he thought that the grass would be
greener if he leaned away from me.

It seems he didn’t know then that the moment he
stepped outside of my door that nothing,
I mean nothing... could match the shade of me.


Tanette
2010

I need a shirt that says that crap, "It's not you, its me line!

It seems some men go after, what they should be running away from the most.  However, I've found that men want the one who allows them to just "be" ...to JUST EXIST...no growth evident...not the one who encourages him to grow, to reach beyond boundaries never exceeded...a woman who dares him to dream, and his passions are her very own.  No...that type of woman is chased by and deserved by a man who recognizes such worth. 

 So if you've heard this line or you ever hear it, Trust that it's not you that is missing out, it is HE. Trust and Believe...Keyshia Cole said that! 

President Obama & First Lady Michell Obama Dancing @ COMMANDER IN CHIEF'...

This is MY President and First Lady!!!! Loving this couple so much right now!!!

Historical Moment:The Obamas, The First Family for a Second Time

The 2nd Inauguration of President Barack Obama Conincides with the MLK National Holiday...

The Obamas: First Family, A Second Time

Let us glory in such a miraculous coincidence. I am so proud and happy to see our President and his family in the White House for a second term.

Who could hate such a loving and inspirational duo.  Michelle and Obama are definitely a dynamic duo, who have been blessed to be in such a position over these United States of America.  

 So as for me, first as a black woman, then as an american I am proud to welcome my President once again. I could not physically be there at the event, but the majestic power my heart feels is inevitable, just knowing that Barack is in the building.

Whether I am being lulled by the eloquence of the speeches that exude from his being, in love with the way he loves HIS only love, First Lady Michelle Obama, or in awe of the confidence of his strategies for affecting change in these United States of America...I continue to be mesmerized by MY President, For he is black...strong...compassionate...intelligent...funny... a wonderful husband and father, and I am proud to be an American on this day!!!

How has this day inspired you?

Men-Digestion

In the gut of me you linger,
though my heart has revoked
your presence.

You still sit in the pit of me
lingering free. If I could
I would regurgitate
what was left of you.

Purge up the
salted memories
you left behind.

Your filthy residue
yet resides, reminiscent
of each line, lie,
and lame cry you stashed.

Feel the late nights
And distant embraces
Bubble up then retract.

Reflex makes me cover
my mouth before
I blow. When the love
is gone
the woman
knows.

Maybe if I sit
here long enough
I can digest
the worst of you.

Tanette
2010

Unfilled Pauses

When it was over,
I felt distant winds between us,
cold and constant…

Floating sideways
against my cheek,
with each breeze
created a blurred static -
between
our shadows
apart.

I tried to get used to
the feeling of you
away from me…

Like the utter tugging
of your soul from mine.
Each stitch of you
broke lose-
free to dangle
away.

The day I found out
you found Her again;

For a second,
life went numb
and everything in it
vibrated a weak song,
I could no longer
bare to sing.

My brain whispered to me,
bitter-nothings I forced down...
“When something goes undone
for so long, maybe (just maybe)
it Is done. “

Thanked my brain,
for the swift words that
soothed my pained heart.

Time quietly took me
to gather up the unfilled pauses-
you left behind…

And in the soaking of silence,
I healed.

Tanette
2011

Random Rants:Motivation

The hardest thing about motivation...is getting it.  It can be the most difficult task to get that initial jilt and get up and go about yourself, to do what you know is imperatively neccessary to do.  We all have our highs and lows, and when we are low, and down on ourselves and feeling less than confident about our current situation or status, it is more than a mere challenge, to pull ourselves up.

However, the good thing about motivation, is that it is infectious. Once you get that initial jilt and you are going and seeing progress, it overcomes you. You become one with your goal. 

On the topic of losing weight and adapting a healthy lifestyle, that has been my constant struggle. It has been my black hole, that I have always fell down deep in. It seems once I fell, it was inevitable to have difficulty climbing out once again.

This year I pledge to stay motivated, and to keep my eyes focused on redefined images of me. What is your pledge in 2013?

Elliptical Sweat

I savour it most then,
When I can see the Beyonce' in me,
Feel the "glad to be a woman hips in me".

Sweat drops, and I like the motion of it all.
The way my legs lead my path
To slim, and I think I'm addicted too,
These toned images of the revised me.

The one that walks the
front and center strip with a strut,
confident curves craving free,
like a feline purr awaiting to be released.

Tanette
2005

Belly

If I could I would

swallow you whole,
and let the sweetest
part of you linger on
the middle of my tongue.
Back and forth, I’d roll you
there, until I let the
rugged sides of you
caress the lining of my esophagus.
Get tickled by the way you
seem to knowingly glide
into the right position. In my
belly I’d carry you like a proud
mama. Waiting patiently to see you,
to feel you... to know you are real.
I’m certain you’d leave me full,
after-taste, exquisite.

Tanette
2010

Random Rant:Left-Overs

Is there anyone, who just really, really adores left-overs... Umm...I think not.  However, the whole idea of the left-over meal is really ingenius.  You save time, money, and the thought process of figuring out what's for lunch or dinner the next day. When you think about it, it's the perfect solution for the single mother, working woman, or busy house wife alike.

We all work so hard, and if we could just succumb to the convenience of the "Left-Overs", it might make life that much easier.  Reallyyy??? you say, well maybe it's not that serious, but it would sure help a sista' out lol. My personal experience with the left-over meal, is that it is just my daughter and I, so we don't eat much, and whatever is left, I just want to dump. No matter how hard I try, I can't wholly make the left-over committment.   True you don't have to to do it all the time, but it would help at least once or twice a week. 

Enough about food, but still speaking about left-overs. What do I mean you might ask? Well I'm about to tell ya.

It's the type of left-overs that your heart and soul doeth ponder. The kind that linger and lap around your brain unwanted, until the stench is too much for your mind to bare. It is when the memory of a lost love hunts you like forgotten left-overs that taunt an otherwise clean frig.

Left-Overs

I erased everything of myself
that was of you, but somehow,
you seemed to weave in and out
of the dark shadows of my soul.
Cold , Sticky, Wet, and Vacant…
As if you marked it with your urine.
There your scent lingers wretched.
I inhale the stench only to
exhale you away again.
Desperately trying to
Replenish, Renew,
Prosper, Elevate.
Yet it puzzles me how
I loved someone who
never loved me….after-taste,bitter.
So I let the pieces
you left behind marinate
just a little bit longer, content
that I could be satisfied completely
when the whole of you
is gone from me.

Tanette
2011

Fate

You illuminate the path to
which my feet thread.
Leading me out of my
dark places, and uncovering
the stubborn holes, I
always seem to find. Heart
lunged deep into an
abyss of mystery and regret.
But...

You deliver my soul
to a new place,
where song and verse
meet scripture, and I
hold on tight to our first moments.
Gracefully stumbled  upon,
and so happened to find
what was meant to be
all along.

Random Rant:Pondering D'Jango Kinda Love

After watching D'jango Unchained with my significant other, I was amazed  at the great lengths that D'jango went to reunite with his woman. 

Overrall, it was a movie unlike any other movie I've seen.  However, the love that was represented from this black man for his black woman was noteworthy. I salute the spirit of D'jango and the President Obamas alike. It is refreshing to see that a man appreciates  what he has in his black queen, and that he would have it no other way.  He respects her, and honors her, and would have no one disrespect her and he find out about it lol. 

To see D'Jango leave that plantation in flames and ride off with HIS woman, "free" was a sight to see. It made me revel in how good, love between a black man and black woman CAN be.  Just as D'Jango didn't let anything stop him from getting his woman. Men today shouldn't have any excuse  for loving a black woman with no limits! May all women feel the power of D'jango Love.

Tanette

Untitled, Imitation of E.E. Cummings

I like my body when it is with your
body.  Eyes widened
to realized curves of me,
by you.  You make me love it,
my body.  It is so quite free to be
a body shared,
exposed to your touch.


I like my body best
when you touch it,
finding the path of your liking...
Keen nipples... soft belly un-tucked.
I like your body. I like what it does
to mine. I like the motion of your
body against it.  I like to feel the pelvis
of your body, and its bones, pressed
again, and again, against my flesh

Tanette
2007

This is one of my old favorites.  It speaks of true love, and what it might feel like to be with someone you love, not worrying about  anything.  The main focus being you + he and the bond that exudes between you.  It is an untainted love, cherished and ready to thrive.  It is the depiction of a slow flesh dance in an attempt to reflect how the heart feels. It is coming out of the shell that once was to evolve into a woman, fully grown and ready for love making of this nature. .

Finding My Voice

It was kinda funny when
I walked inside of myself,
took a few steps...eyes wide open,
looked around and could not
recognize myself.

Could not see the me
that was meant to be.
For way too long, I
lay low fondling with
an implied safety below.

Below where timid cries bellowed
insignificantly into shy whispers,
too afraid of the air they
bumped against. Fear blazing
within my chest.

Questions did I seek;
Who would listen to me...
Who would follow my lead...
is what I decreed.

Felt comfort  in being the girl that
didn't say much.  Found I said
too little too late. Yet thoughts
began to overload my mind,
with this new-found wisdom
my soul did find
in due time.

Learned that I enjoyed much
the rhythmic beat of my
mental calculations, developing
into the perfect equation
of inspiration within conversation.

Found my words
to be my very own.
Becoming the master of them,
unchained and singing free.
Free at last, free at last,
Thank God Almighty,
They were free.

Free to be what they had always been.

Words that seemed to
pour out of the heavens,

Finding myself gifted, with
intricate words hallelujah-streaked
through my veins, the verses golden-
drenched within my blood.

See it was inevitable for me
to be right here, right now
standing tall, not afraid at all,
by my choice, finding my voice.

Tanette
2009

Welcome to my Blog Spot...

First, I want to send out a warm welcome to everyone that has graced the presence of my first blog.

In this blog, it is my intent to share my words, words of a woman, that are a reflection of my personal journey. It is my hope that in my journey, you might find yourself, and relate to the words you see.

Know that you are sincerely welcome to come again and again, and with each visit, I hope that my words might inspire you.

Enjoy!!