Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Most people who know me are like.... MrzNikki, WTA is going on in your world and why are you FULL STINGER like this early in the AM? It is a very simple explanation for me climbing on the soap box this morning. There are some females in the world that should be lined up and shot in the head execution style. These are ones who have nothing better to do than to tell you a pack of lies and watch your reaction. What they don't know is I was not born stable and they are tempting fate.
2. Women who do not know what they want...
Starting to see a pattern here...? I absolutely detest them, hate them, and wish they would jump off the nearest bridge and die. These are the ones who are constantly bitching that there is no one there for them and when you present yourself...they push you away. What the fuck is that??? Next time you are lonely... snuggle up with your fucking pillow and lose my number.
3. Women who thing that they can hold more than one relationship at a time...
There is a adjective for you. WHORE... If that person is not giving you everything that you need, there is no need to lie to them and see another behind their back. Just let them go. Don't string them on...thinking that they are the only one when you are out spending time chilling with another. If they are your 80%... Don't do me the dis-service to only have the portion of you that they are not getting. I deserve so much more.
4. Women who do not recognize they are in a bad situation.
Honey, move on. If she ain't doing it, another will trust and believe me. Personally, I put up with a situation because I WANT TO... NOT because I have to. I mean look at me. I am not a paper bag date or lover. You can take me out and believe me... I turn heads. Classy, never trashy. I made you look good.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Dark sadden eyes
blurring with tears.
Painful scars are born
love is history
Futures crumble when doubt appears
No brightly lit hope envisioned
When followed after harsh words
Hurt souls split in twain,
Swooned by appeal-when numbness lured.
Apologies made, never bought.
Price paid turned out too costly.
Thought never known what would be wrought-
Must walk into the night softly
One wish, only to be released,
Granted-Now receive this token.
Words written in rhyme, love is deceased.
When promises made...were broken.
I loved someone.
I put someone before myself.
I made someone laugh.
I made someone smile.
I brought someone happiness...I think.
I hugged someone because I wanted.
I told someone that I loved her.
I trusted someone.
I told someone my fears ... and secrets.
I cried in front of someone.
I let someone hold me.
I let someone sing to my heart.
I did anything you wanted... because you wanted it so.
I did anything I could to make you happy.
I gave you 30 minute back rubs.
I lathered your feet with lotion and rubbed until my hands ached.
I started your day with a smile.
I ended your day with laughter.
I was there to wipe your tears, if you needed me.
I was there to keep you safe.
I was there to try and help you with it all.
I was there to be whatever you wanted/needed me to be.
And yet, you chose another over all these things..... pity.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
This led to a poignant and hilarious tour of the last frontier, the ultimate forbidden zone, The Vagina Monologues is a celebration of female sexuality in all its complexity and mystery. In this stunning phenomenon that has swept the nation, Eve Ensler gives us real women's stories of intimacy, vulnerability, and sexual self-discovery.
Celebrated as the bible for a new generation of women, The Vagina Monologues has been performed in cities all across America and at hundreds of college campuses. It has inspired a dynamic grassroots movement--V-Day--to stop violence against women. Witty and irreverent, compassionate and wise, Eve Ensler's Obie Award-winning masterpiece gives voice to women's deepest fantasies and fears, guaranteeing that no one who reads it will ever look at a woman's body, or think of sex, in quite the same way again.
Based on interviews with over 200 women about their memories and experiences of sexuality, The Vagina Monologues gives voice to women's deepest fantasies and fears, guaranteeing that no one who reads it will ever look at a woman's body, or think of sex, in quite the same way again. It is witty and irreverent, compassionate and wise. "At first women were reluctant to talk," Ensler writes. "They were a little shy. But once they got going, you couldn't stop them."
If you haven't heard of V-Day and the Vagina Monologues, please check it out and/or find a local college or community that will be putting on the play. Visit: http://events.vday.org/search.php
Thursday, February 5, 2009
where I visited the River Styx,
It proved to be one of the hardest
trips that I had to make,
Giving my little one to the boatman,
Still my journey goes on.
My daughter...she still comes to me,
in my dreams,
sometimes as a infant,
sometimes as a toddler,
sometimes as a child,
I always know when she's here.
Looking after her mommy.
She lets me know that,
she is OK.
She is happy and content.
And sometimes it makes me wonder,
Why am I not as happy as my
Well, today I am making an affirmation.
I choose life.
Grief is a powerful thing.
For 8 years, I have let it consume me.
Devour my heart and soul until,
there was nothing left to give
to anyone else.
Today, I choose happiness.
I choose to look at life as a blessing,
not a burden.
Instead of thinking of what could have
been... I am looking at what I have.
I choose tranquility,
I choose peace,
I choose prosperity,
I choose to love,
I choose to live.
My life has been a series of uuupppsss and dddooowwwnnnsss.
But I choose to be me.
Had it not been for those life
lessons. I would not be the person
that I am today.
Today, I choose the top.
I will be successful,
I will be rich beyond my wildest imagination,
In life, love, and riches,
I will speak nothing but positive thoughts,
For they will re-align my life.
I come from a long lineage of
great Southern Ladies and I
will make them proud. I will be
the lady that I was groomed to be.
For everyone else:
I will see you at the top.
Mediocracy has never been
in my blood. I will not
fall prey to it now.
I hope that you see the greatness
in you that I have found in myself.
Lots of love, peace, and tranquility,
Ms. Alfreda "Fre-" Whatley
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I had to witness the crossing of someone closest to me,
Our journey together had reached its end.
The river Styx was calling, beckoning for her.
Holding her close but knowing I had to let her go,
Is the hardest thing for a mother to do,
Checking her little pockets,
She needed two coins for the ride,
The ferryman wasn't a patient soul.
And there are no free rides where she was headed.
Then as fast as she came into the world,
Our time had come to it's close.
It didn't matter that I had journeyed from far away,
Hoping to get a last glimpse,
A last kiss or wave,
I had to let her go home,
Lurking in the shadows of the parapet,
Letting grief wash over my soul,
I had to turn away,
Couldn't watch her cross over into the
Couldn't watch her be entombed in time without decay,
I had to journey on.
Never thought that I would feel like this,
Never thought I could understand loss.
I lost something that day
Something so dear and precious,
Priced more than the rarest diamonds or finest pearls.
She is priceless to me.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Penetrate the complexity
of the night.
something will devour my essence.
I emerge from my costume,
Inside my sacred sanctuary.
Crafted, molded, into
I breathe the breath of life.
As I lay back and listen...
as though they were the dreams of the day.
I'll have to get dressed in the morning.
It’s a pity that I only get to
Undress at night.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
but the funny shyt is that nobody ever told you what
type of bike you would be riding.
Would it be a ten speed, built for speed rather than comfort?
A Training Bike- One to train you for when you get the real thing?
A Motorized Scooter... yeah, it looks great but you can't really
be taken serously on the expressway,
A Two-Seater... One that you have to work together to make it work?
No one ever told me that love would be this hard.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
mentally rape you and tie your
brain up in my sadistic fantasies,
I would tease you with fore-play
of the transcendent type.
Give you beautiful orgasms,
that leave your mind,
gasping for air and fortitude...
If you let me.
I would spank your mental processes,
tickle your fantasies with my feather boa,
and pour hot wax down your imagination,
suckle your unconsciousness until
you beg me to fuck your thoughts.
Handcuff your memory and
nuzzle your motor perception.
Then, I would straddle your decisions,
and ride them like a pony.
Until you only had thoughts of me.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I am sick, sick, sick,...
and where I am not sick,
I am tired.
Sick and tired of being a ladi.
What I really want, is to be seduced...
Mentally fucked and sent on my way.
Find me someone who can rape my mind
with eroticism and dirty words.
While the list is being made,
Find me someone who is not
afraid of a little rough sex...
That doesn't think that because
I want my pussi pleased that I am
Find me someone who is not
afraid to drink of my cup,
and get intoxicated with me.
While you are at it...
is there someone who is not
afraid of commitment,
The joys of family,
Enjoyment to one another,
Someone who is not afraid
of the truth...and that actually
would prefer the truth to any lie.
Find me someone who is in love
with life but that person to share
it with is missing.
Find me that person that creeps,
up on me like a thief in the night.
Poised and ready to steal my love...
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
could be so jonesing.
I am decidedly bored with the mundane,
Well rehearsed shows...
I have decided that I will have more of life,
To reach more,
Is all I am looking at...
Yesterday is gone,
Tommorrow is not promised,
So all I have is the present...
Wrapped up all pretty and given with a pink bow.