Jealousy

What am I jealous of? Maya Angelou. Why? Because of the passion. Because of the flow. Because she wrote what she did under the glare of prosecution.
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
She was a black women who wasn't scared to hide her opinion. She was a brash, bold, and powerful in her writing.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
She wrote poetry, but for a purpose. But not only was it incredible but poetic. Her flow is inspiring to me.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
So all in all, more than jealous, I'm inspired by her intensity.
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Still I Rise, my inspiration by Maya Angelou

From: me; To: life

I’m tired of girls saying their fat

I’m tired there being no tolerance for the “unworthy”

I’m tired of the constant pessimism.

I’m tired envying the girl who’s with the sweet boys.

I’m tired of being labeled!

I’m tired of "needing" make-up.

I’m tired of getting left out, of being the last told, last remembered.

I’m tired of the cold weather.

I’m tired of messing up.

I’m tired of watching Disney movies and getting jealous!

I’m tired of reading romance novels and wishing I were her.

I’m tired of Lady Gag.

I’m tired of the gossip, the lies, and the drama.

I’m tired of my friends making these stupid choices!

Love is...

Love is the feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours.

Love is giving up your dreams do see her soar.

Love is putting his happiness above your own.

Love is the cold glass of water after peppermint.

Love is a klutz walking on marbles.

Love is biting into a pineapple expecting an orange.

Love is rocky road ice cream- creamy chocolate with tons of surprises beneath the surface.

Love is your dog's head nuzzling your hand wen you're not strong enough to stand.

Love is a mother brushing her daughter's wet hair on her bed.

Love is the smile lines around Dad's eyes.

Love is the ultimate weapon in life.

Love is a lot of things, but mostly it's a long confusing journey that's worth the gas in the end.

Anticipation

And so, I sat there, staring across the small table like a deer in head lights. The silence was unnerving. And although I'd been doing it for years, breathing seemed like quite the chore. What do you do in a moment like this? I already know that you don’t ask, you apparently have to wait for the “opportune moment.” When is the opportune moment? Do you breathe in or out? What’s the procedure?

And then, with out thinking, I moved. I did the unthinkable. I didn't write a list of the pros and cons. I didn't run to consult Alex. I didn't do any of the cautionary things that I usually went though when making a big decision like this. I just did it. Looking back I realize that it may not have been the smartest thing to do, but I still did it. And honestly...I can't say I regret it.

(and no this is not about yours truly)

Pen Name

I just realized, while looking through everyone's intro, that I have no explanation as to why I choose H. J. Mackey as my pen name. Well H. J. Mackey is my favorite character in Serpent's Tide by K. L. Fogg. In the book he went by Jack instead of Howard, for obvious reasons. That is the reason I choose to use his name for this blog; that, and he's an extremely funny Australian guy!