Got Me Hooked

The day I saw you,
I could have sworn that I saw you before.
Day in, day out I tried to remember.
I just kept coming up blank.
We became friends, then it
developed into something more.
Could you be the one for me?
Could I be the one for you?
Physically, Mentally, Sexually, Spiritually and Emotionally
You got me hooked.
I’m feelin’ you in more ways than one.
Do you feel me the way that I feel you?
Hope so cause,


Only time will tell when
you will be mine
And once you are mine everything
will be fine.
I had a dream that we
were walking hand in hand
The only thing that could be heard was our song that
was being played by the orchestra band.

Only time will tell when
I will be yours
Once I’m yours then everything will be ours.
I had a dream that you
made passionate love to me.
After you were done I felt
stress and worry free.

Only time will tell when
we will be one
Once you’re mine and I am yours,
together as one you & I.
But for now,
Only time will tell.


Is it true that age ain’t nothing
but a number?
Never in my life thus far,
have I come across a shining star.
Young in age but yet mature
in the heart,
What a wonderful piece of art.
It’s been 2 years in passing
and I can’t help but to
ask myself what if?
What if I would have said yes,
would I have been blessed?
What if I would have given
you the chance?
Would I have given anyone
a second glance?
Its kinda funny to think
what would it have been like
if you were my honey?
Sometimes I wonder what it
would it be like to laugh, cry or
just be in your arms?
Maybe 2 years ago I made
a mistake.
But is it true that
good things come to those who
So my question to you again,
Is it true that age ain’t nothing but
a number?

The Lady I Strive To Be

Through thick and thin you’ve always
been there for me.
You were always there to let me know
that if I believe in myself then anything is possible.
Well I believe and everything is possible.
You put me here on this earth to be
the best that I can be
You put me here to shine and that’s what I’m going to do.
With your blood, your genes and your strength
can’t nobody stop me!
I hope that I can instill everything that you’ve instilled
in me to my own.
You’re not just my mother, you’re my
eyes when I can’t see, my ears when I can’t hear
You’re the one who I run to not only for
words of encouragement but for strength to go on.
You’re also my fashion stylist guidance counselor and teacher.
Most importantly you’re my best friend.
So to you I say thank you,
thank you for giving me life, thank you for believing in me, thank you
for never giving up on me.
Thank you for being who you are
and who are you?
The Lady I Strive To Be!


I took that glance
and spotted you.
Damn, could it be that
dreams do come true?

There hasn’t been a moment
when I want to shed a tear.
You’ve come and taken away
all my fear.

I’m out of the rain
And yet feel no pain.

I took that glance
and spotted you.
Damn, could it be that
dreams do come true?

As I look in the mirror
I see a reflection, a reflection
that still believes.
Have I found everything that I need
or has everything that I need found me?

I took that glance
and spotted you.
Damn, could it be that
dreams do come true?

Blue Pot

Just when I’m about to give up on hope, I always think about my Godfather Cecil. Uncle Cecil was a very beautiful person. No matter how upset you were with someone or something, Uncle Cecil was always able to put a smile on your face. Uncle Cecil was the person always being asked to be the Master of Ceremony for his retiring co-workers. Every new version of the electric slide dance that came out, Uncle Cecil was teaching me when I should have been teaching him. Uncle Cecil was my everything. We always used to place bets about my mother and her hair. My mom was always changing her hair, so you’d never know what to expect. So when she would come home after hours and money spent at the hairdresser, Uncle Cecil and I would try to figure out how long she would keep her new hair style. Back then, her style wouldn’t last a week. We would also make up our own words. Whenever my mom cooked and she had outdone herself Uncle Cecil and I would always say that the food was de-lah-cious since it was better than delicious. Uncle Cecil was just so fun to be around. He had a way of making you see the brighter side of things.

Now, there’s this blue pot that sits on my mother’s stove that fools everyone. The only time that she keeps something in it, is when she makes any type of beans. Now when Uncle Cecil would come over for dinner or his lunch break, he had the same routine. Uncle C would always call to see if I wanted anything. My reply was always, anything with Oreo cookies in it. And at seven o’clock uncle C would pull up in the driveway, he’d come in and give me my goodies, go into the kitchen, wash his hands in the sink and then head straight to that blue pot. There were days when he found beans and there were days, well, there was just nothing in the pot. He was always happy to see something in the pot but when there was nothing in the pot, he seemed to be happy yet shocked and he would always say, maybe tomorrow.

Before I went to school each morning my dad would leave me money so that I could get breakfast and lunch at school and after my after school activities I had money to either get something from the pizza shop or the Chinese restaurant. So I was prepared for when my mom didn’t cook. When I would get home, I’d finish up my homework and wait for my uncle to call and ask if I wanted anything but I never understood why he would never ask if my mom cooked. Once he got there, he went through with his routine. Sometimes I would want him to go straight to that blue pot when mommy didn’t cook but he never did. I always liked to see the smile on his face when he found nothing in the pot. Even after three days of finding nothing, on that fourth day he would still take the top off of the blue pot just to find another day that mommy hadn’t cooked. But he’d never stop lifting the top off of that pot.

In 1993 my uncle Cecil was diagnosed with Cancer. After being diagnosed, the only thing that was different about him was that he stopped smoking. Uncle Cecil still continued to live his life the way he was already living it. In the beginning stages of his cancer uncle Cecil had two bouts with pneumonia. The first time he had pneumonia, when we went to visit him, we had to wear masks so that our germs couldn’t come in contact with him even if we weren’t sick. Eventually he got better and we continued to play the guessing game with mommy and her hair. And he still continued to look into the blue pot. Some days he got lucky and on those other days, I was able to enjoy his smile followed by, maybe tomorrow.

Later that year we moved. When we moved into our new home, mommy made sure that she put that blue pot on the stove. Uncle Cecil still came over but now he would come over earlier since he was no longer working. When he would get there, he’d go straight to that blue pot to find nothing. He thought maybe since we moved to a new house mommy would change. NOT!

Even though Uncle Cecil was diagnosed with Cancer he was still in good spirits. He never let it get him down, which made him having Cancer easier for me. I never had the thought that he would be leaving me anytime soon.

In January of 1994, Uncle Cecil got really sick and was hospitalized. My mom spent her days and nights in the hospital by his side. Whenever I would come home from school and she wasn’t there, I knew exactly where she was. I would find myself in the kitchen and knowing that there was nothing in the pot, I would lift the top and smile. Every night that I did that, my mother would come home and say that Uncle Cecil was fine.

One night I was home studying for mid-terms, my mom came home and told me that I had to go visit my uncle in the hospital. I guess she knew that he was going to die at any time and she wanted me to see him one last time, even if, I had to visit him every day that week. At that time, I never thought about it as it being his last day, I was just happy to go visit uncle C. I wasn’t ready for what I was about to see. When we got to his room, Uncle Cecil wasn’t Uncle Cecil. Uncle Cecil was just a skeleton with skin covering his bones. He was trying so hard to sit up on his arm but he was steadily shaking. I had never seen my uncle like that and I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t want him to see me cry and the fact that he didn’t recognize me made things worse for me. I ran out the room but mommy was right behind me. She told me that Uncle Cecil couldn’t see me crying and I had to go back into the room. As I was wiping my tears heading back to the room, I thought about the blue pot and walked into the room. When I got there my brother was in there talking to Uncle Cecil who wasn’t able to respond. He was still trying to sit up and he was still shaking. As I looked at Uncle Cecil I kept thinking about that blue pot and I smiled. I knew that even though Uncle Cecil wasn’t going to make it, I still had the blue pot. When visiting hours were over with, we all left and headed home. My dad was home from work, so it had been a little after eleven when the hospital called. Uncle Cecil had passed.

There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think about him. Whenever my mom cooks, her food is still de-lah-cious. I also now know why Uncle Cecil continued to take the top off of that pot. It was all about hope. The more you hope for something to happen it’ll happen. But in order to make it happen you have to have faith. At that time I didn’t understand but as I’ve gotten older………I now understand

I Don’t Know What You Take Me For

I don’t know what you take me for but I’m no fool. You can’t just tell me anything and expect me to believe what you say. I need you to back up your talk with some action. I need for you to be about it, you know?! I can be a little on the crazy side but not that crazy. I don’t know what you expect from me but you may not get a response but a look. A look says a lot, especially from me. Could be good and well it could mean for you to get the heck up out my face.

I don’t know what you take me for but I’m always down for some fun. Even though I am the mother of two, every now and then I like to have a little fun. I do have one limitation, make sure the weather is nice because I can’t stand the cold. I like meeting new people. I’m not timid but at times I can be a little shy but once I get comfortable in any given environment, I can be a hoot(lol).

I’m far from mean and the nicest person you can meet. I’m caring and giving but just don’t take advantage of that. I’m a friend until I can’t be anymore. What determines the end of my friendship? I like the three strike rule. After your first two strikes you have to play it right but after that third strike, I’m done and the friendship is over. How do you know it’s over? When I no longer pick up the phone when you call or just don’t return your calls. If you see me, I will say hello and keep on moving.

I don’t know what you take me for but hey I know who I am and that’s all that matters.

*642 Things To Write About….I had to put my iPod on shuffle and write down the line of the first song that comes on, and use it as an opening line. The song, This Is 50 by 50 Cent off The Massacre, the first line, “I don’t know what you take me for…..