Pretty Scribbles & Such
The Thoughts& Testimonies of a Southern Gal
Saturday, July 16, 2011
The Huntsville Times, Weeks 5 & 6
Saturday, July 9, 2011
The Huntsville Times, Weeks 3 & 4
Sunday, June 19, 2011
The Huntsville Times, Weeks 1 & 2
After two weeks at The Times, I'm feeling really good about the experience I'm going to leave away with after my 12 weeks are up. So far I've gotten to cover an assortment of events, got to shoot some video, got a lot more comfortable Moveable Type (MT) aka al.com posting system. This internship is the first I've had in a while. I've worked or interned every summer I've been at Bama, but this is my first REAL one. I'm not taking away from the experience I got at The CW or WVUA-TV, but for me, this is the experience that will stick with me the most because this newsroom is more similar to the one I'll hopefully be working in by the time I graduate.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
The Huntsville Times, Day 1
Hello! It's been a while since I've posted, so I'm definitely excited about getting into the swing of things again. This summer, I'm back home interning with The Huntsville Times! Reporting for The Times has been on my goal sheet since I was in high school. It's hard to believe I graduated 3 years ago.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Oldie but Goodie: My Black is Beautiful Poem
My black is beautiful
Like the way the sun shines in the morning
Like the way the evening sounds when the sun goes down
Like the way love feels when it's a one of a kind
Like meeting my grandmother for the first time
My eyes see the smile in her eyes and our eyes both realize that we're connected.
Much more than the eye can see.
Time passes through me as I grab hold of her hands.
Slowly massaging her memories of ancestry
Those hands tell a story of love , patience, diligence, and bonds of sisterhood
Those hands tell of the lives I never could.
My black was my past.
My black is my present
As I look into the mirror, the reflection of my ocular attention leaves me breathless.
Switchin' my hips from side to side
Who said I wasn't cute?! They lied! Please.
I could hurt somebody with these!
And give a warm embrace at the same time. That's how well I shine.
My soul is more beautiful than any make-up can make-up, and that's proof.
I'm trying to say this nicely without hurting anyone's feelings, but I can't cover the truth.
My black is beautiful.
It can not be concealed, contained, hidden or retained. I am not ashamed to say that..my black is beautiful
From the tips of my toes to the curve of my hair follicles
To that funny little dance I do, to my golden hue.
From my audacious personality to the skin you see.
My black is bold enough to stand up in the face of adversity.
Carrying my head up high and having limits that go beyond sky.
My black is beautiful
My black is phenomenal like
Marian Anderson
Maya Angelou
Mary McLeod –Bethune
Madam C.J. Walker
Cleopatra
Nefertiti
Shirley Chisholm
Dorothy Dandridge
Hattie McDaniel
Ella Fitzgerald
My Black is sensational like
Lorraine Hansberry
Bille Holiday
Lena Horne
Zora Neale Hurston
Fannie Lou Hamer
Mahailia Jackson
My black is exceptional like
Coretta Scott King
Rosa Parks
4 little girls
Bettsie Smith
So journer Truth
Harriet Tubman
Cicely Tyson
Alice Walker
Ida B. Wells
Phillis Wheatly
Oprah Winfrey
Sarah Vaughn
My black is strong.
Redefining strength in a myriad of ways
From artistry, technology, cosmetology, photography, medicine, media
My black's got more definitions than an encyclopedia
Question is, is the world ready to learn?
Cuz My black is where its at as far as I'm concerned.
So lets take our pens and make our mark on the minds of the naïve so that they'll believe that their black is beautiful too.
Matrimony for my homie.
I wrote this in October as a gift to my friend who got married the following December and performed in at Jojo's spoken secrets. Found out I can't memorize like I used to, but it was all good.lol
I don’t want to understand the words.
I’d rather understand your love in more ways than one.
No empty phrases laced with false promises and no clarity
No text messages full of false hope and insincerity.
No lustful infatuations filled with short cummings
But spiritual connections worthy of making angels gleam and illuminate their wings.
Real talk, no flings.
Show me sweet nothings by laughing at the lame jokes that I miss the punch lines for.
And that look on your face when you’re thinking that I can’t help but to adore.
Show me that chivalry isn’t dead but existing in you by leaving that space on your chest and knee just for me.
And by putting the toilet seat down without piss all around.
Never let me go when I’m irritated with you knowin’ that all I wanna do is smack you upside the head
And I’ll keep in mind all the thoughtful things you’ve said.
Love notes compare nothing to the voice your read them with
Because pens haven’t inked my conscious with words memorable enough to convey the whole essence of your message.
I want to love you like I’ve never loved another.
Smooth like butter. Exposed, no cover.
Take down my cognitive walls as I undo yours
And peel back your layers
So we can re-create our cores
Both having equal shares
Let our hands do the talking. And trust me. I’ll be gentle.
Love birds playing in the Spring, we’ll resemble.
Undress me with your thoughts.
Touch me here, here, and here. (My mind, eyes, and heart for those whose minds are in the gutter.)
Show me your soul and I’ll show you mine.
Revealing that we’re both beautifully human, divinely favored and ever thine
Your mine, and I’m yours
And we both belong to The One who’s Son bore thorns.
Sleep with your eyes open so that you can see the rest of me while I breathe you in continuously.
Waiting to exhale has never felt so good because I get to breathe you in again and again.
So much so that it should be considered a sin.
Your spirit is the one they talk about in bible verses and love songs.
One so delicious and worthy of righting all my wrongs.
Kiss me when the sun sleeps and when crickets sing their midnight hymns and when grass sheds its early morning tears
So that our unconditional love can fight away our fears
I want to know you better than you know yourself. I wanna taste your tears. Hold my hand forever so that our love with outlast your years and I want my ears to always remember what you sound like.
I wanna grow wise with you on the front porch as the rocking of our chairs complement the melody made by our hearts and fireflies in softer skies.
Let our love grow so deep that we get lost and have to find each other again.
Speak love as freely as the wind so that our children will know that
God=Love=Life and that 1+1=One
Smile at me when I’m wrong
And I’ll agree with you when you’re right
Let me be the one hold your heart
You be my ‘Brother to the Night’.
So shhh..
And when it’s all said and done
I don’t want to understand the words
I’d rather love your love in more ways than one.