Let’s Talk Trans

This is long and in-depth. Read on my fellow truth seekers, read on! This is a “private message” I feel compelled to share. I was blocked by two people today. One that I am unveiling our entire discussion in this post and the other deleted my comments and then deleted me when I called him out on it. If we cannot learn to have uncomfortable conversations, we are doomed! This is one of the hardest…

The drops! Can you catch em all? TUFLUV helped me refine the hook when we were on our way to record in studio months after the night I wrote this. He def made sure I accentuated every “YEAAAAH!” He knew T-Pain’s essence needed to be “FUEGO!” All kids aside, I love this song! ID/EGO aside, I feel this song is better than the original. I honestly believe T-Pain would agree. “Yeaaaaah!” ~ T-PAIN…

I wrote this mixtape in one night. Simply because of a dare. I never knew how far that one little sentence, “Yeah, you can write poetry, but can you put it to a beat?” would take me. It took a year to record everything I wrote that night. A year of love, sweat, and tears. A year shared with Fredrick Melendez and Mr. Michaelangelo- a.k.a TUFLUV. I will never forget everything I learned about…

Be Still My Heart: CHIEF <3

  There is this man, let me tell you of him His presence will grip you, be it, elated or grim He will pull you close, like gravity, pure physics His outlook on the world is truly intrinsic He is holding a chip, heavy upon his shoulder The monkey on his back brings him down like a boulder His angst is typical, his addiction so simple…

Something More…

There is a voice in my head that screams in a whisper, “HOLD BACK!” A piece of me wants nothing more than to listen to this dialect The rest of me is belligerently vibrant with coy flagrancy I am a woman birthed from an era between generations disobeying symmetry I am an anomaly, singularity, within a paradox of eternities I am a cell multiplying Born from the separation of others who held tight…

My sister, Emme, is so beautiful! This picture reminds me of us singing Stay at the top of our lungs! We both always wanted to play the bad sister. We used to take turns while singing this song to each other when we were younger. Soon after, we learned that art truly does mimic life and vice versa. We also learned that history might…

Hurt worse than withdrawal!

  I have loved Phil Collins since before I can remember. My mother told me stories of when I was a child standing up wildly in her car (praying I would sit since there were no car seats then) telling anyone daring to sing along to his music to “keep mum!” That is the polite British way that American brats of two or three years old…

I JUST CALLED TO SAY- REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!

IF YOU UNDERSTAND THIS- I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!! My momma always dedicated the song- “I just called to say I love you.” Tonight, after a long phone call to her best friend, and memories remembered, I asked her what my mom’s favorite song was, or what song makes her think of my mom… Her answer= DEPECHE MODE- PERSONAL JESUS…

I asked my friend tonight to tell me what song she loved the best. She replied- “Tracy Chapman- Fast Car!” One of my all time favorites. The song I listened to every day when I was young. I always listened to it imagining a way out. I innocently thought- I can escape! This friend told me she picked this song because I told her about…

THERE IS NO BETTER MAN

For an assignment in my 2014 Fall Creative Writing Course, our professor had us find a poem we resonated with and instructed us to write a poem in response to it. This is the poem I found that evening- Felix Dennis- THE BETTER MAN-   The professor never graded or replied to my assignment. Eh… At least I found an amazing poem and…

For 30 days l was supposed to wake up and listen to Michael Jackson- Man In The Mirror.

I had some pitfalls. Some days I forgot completely. Some days I doubled up and screamed it from the top of my lungs. On July 27th, I married the man of my dreams and love of my life. We eloped in South Lake Tahoe and were married by the most amazing creature. She had a Flock Of Seagulls/Ace Ventura Hairstyle with a twist. She told me she married her hairstylist. Being a hairstylist myself, I took that as a sign I was doing the right thing*cold feet abolished!*

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This woman ROCKS!!! Flock of Seagulls, Ace Ventura, MInister!

She created such a special ceremony. Filled with prayers, prose and poems. One of them was from the Chippewa tribe which made me ecstatic! Since I used to always pretend I was Wednesday Adams on Thanksgiving holding a revolution for all the souls lost. All three of us were crying by the end of it. It was magical!

AND THEN!!!

When we went inside to do the final paperwork, the radio was on… Guess what song started as soon as we walked in the room! MAN IN THE FUCKING MIRROR BY MICHAEL JACKSON!!!!

Michael and I looked at each other and I just knew… It was a sign. Michael went on to explain that he was named after Mr. Jackson. His older sister was so in love with Michael Jackson that she talked their momma into naming him, Michael.

After 30 days of listening to this song, I have not only married my soulmate, I have begun to exercise, eat better, write consistently, and just feel overall powerful over myself. -The serenity prayer in full effect.

I do not think this will just be a 30-day challenge. This is a song I will return to often. Especially now that it holds an even deeper meaning to me.

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We will always be reminded by the reflection in each others eyes!

There is something, this something is everything. It remembers the things I have forgotten. It’s forgotten the things I am yet to remember. It loves all that I can possibly hate. It hates all that I can possibly love. It forgives, it resents. Ideas are brewing within this something like a storm. Its thunder is mediocre. Its…

WHO IS WRONG WHEN WE ARE ALL RIGHT?

This freewriting was created from a prompt out of The Making Of A Story by Alice LaPlante Pg. 328 and from the song Buildings by Regina Spektor. SOMETIMES WE ARE ALL TO BLAME. <3 Aug 1st. My head. My heart. My poor wretched stomach. Dear sweet Porcelain Gods of perpetual repulsive unpleasantries, I beg of you to relinquish me! Grant…

There seems to be no point to anything. Then again, there seems to be a point to everything. This paradox we are living in is only visible to a few, or so it seems. What we call “UP” has been passed down generation to generation through multiple languages until it reaches whichever language we’ve inherited through birth. Same goes for “Down” and every other word we use to describe our existence.…