StephanieLouise.

I notice you,

your movements,

recognize your sweet scent,

Your  loveliness,

every inch of your

intelligent mind, the words that roll off of your tongue

Over shadowed by your groupies,

but you still pull me in.

Drawing to my attention.

I can’t contain my butterflies.

Maintain my presence,

so I try and attract your attention, my direction.

“Can I just have one minute of your time?”

kadisanic:

I remembered you left your shirt here. That white t-shirt so drenched in your stench I can smell it from across the room. Its calling out to me now, begging me to answer. Admire your aroma. Inhale your scent so deep it touches my tounge. the flavor exploding in my taste buds. Your pheromones leave the garment and bounce onto my walls, onto the floor, bed sheets.everything…you’re everywhere now. Eventhough you’re nowhere to be found.

We all want a man who isn’t shallow.

Who love’s women for who they are, as they come. 

We all want acceptance.

To feel accepted.

So let’s work on loving inner beauty.

Accepting EVERYONE, for who they are, as the come.

Who are you to judge?

Judge the man with the long black trenchcoat,ripped jeans,rugged shoes,and furry beard. Walking aimlessly around the corner store with the cops constantly witnessing every move he makes.

The young girl with the baby. Not receiving an education? Maybe? Strutting on dangerous streets 8 inches high with close to nothing under her jack.Trying to make a living but regrets every moment she lies down with someone twice her age for a little bit of change, so she is able to supply her young.The father to difficult to deal with. Forced to inhale independence though she wouldn’t want to be dependent upon anyone who has a chance to let her down.Prays that history won’t repeat it’s self. Anything for her baby girl, who she hopes won’t have to walk 8 inches high.

The guy who sits at the park watching the children play.Some might think he’s a pervert yet he reminisces about the time his family used to have picnic’s along the vibrant green grass, inhaling the crisp fresh air. Thinking about the days he would hold them both so tight, tuck his baby girl in kiss her goodnight.Early mornings waking up next to his forever, as he stared at her while she was still asleep. Not knowing days later they would leave nothing but holes in his heart.So swiftly they’d fade away six feet under the dirt, yet above the clouds peacefully soaring with the angles. Parents assume, keeping sharp eyes on their babies hoping the man on the bench won’t pray on their innocence.

Who are you to judge?

The teenagers who feel they’re hopelessly in love. Spending every chance they get together, sneaking out of windows just to feel the mere comfort of eachother’s touch. Her named tattooed on his chest close to his heart, where she rested her head those late summer nights listening to every beat. Making out in public without a care because they know that their love is real.So real.Older people think it’s disrespectful, they’re peers say “it’ll only last for a few months”, and the parents who want nothing more for their son /daughter to realize nothing last forever. Though they did.

The black guy with the loose cornrows,baggy jeans, heavily plump and big black beard. A giant, yet so gentle.Known very well around the community. Dedicates his time to the women on the street with skin cancer.Helps the boy read because his grades decrease rapidlyBring the man down to earth, for he soars-high above the clouds struggling with addiction. Police label him a gang member although he’s truly an unsung hero awaiting to be recognized.  

Who are you to judge?

The gorgeous girl with the long curly hair, honey skin, and beautiful figure. People assume she’s stuck up, receives everything at her feet, forced to walk with her head held high, and straight A’s never leaving her sight. Boys want to “know” her, Ladies want to be her. Not knowing she create’s labels for herself.Un-confident shines through her eyes.Can’t stand looking at her reflection. Not to mention starves herself in order to preserve her slender silhouette. Stress increases,blood pressure rises,her willpower and drive decrease at rapid speeds.She can’t help herself That gorgeous girl with the long curly hair and slender silhouette.

Who are you to judge? Though our appearance presents something different, never forget we all have a story. 

Cut” By Mauricia Mullings

Half asleep

I asked my mother

to cut my hair

scissor away

my skinny hollow mane

begin the resurrection

of my curls

frame my face

with

kinky

nappy knotness—

happily

she snipped

sliced

carved away at my crown

already dead

strands

fly

float

and sink

stick to skin

coils flower up

spiral out

of soil

and introduce myself to me

Words by Mauricia Mullings

(Source: kidbox)

Welcome to the land of the not so cute.

To the “I want to be pretty” just to know the feeling of love.

An Insecure world.

Discovered by an insecure girl.

Where her mind dwells upon nothing positive.

Hurts no one but herself for that’s her only intention.

Where the sun is covered by cloudy skies

And the continuous water running down her face creates all the rain

Forever broken, hearted on the floor ready for her perfect guy to pick it up, dust it off and place it back in her chest.

That beautiful man she loves & will do anything for

Doesn’t love her

The ability to convince him is close to none

She can’t make him feel something he won’t.

All she thinks about is him

The more she does the less lonely she feels

At the same time the more she thinks about him the more lonely she feels

Her heart it can’t breathe it beats weak

Darkness surrounds her, repeatedly internal thoughts never out spoken hides every emotion behind a meaningless smile

But she hates her face,

Like her thoughts

Never inherited her mother’s features.

Condemns her body anything physically noticeable.

Her slim waste, and big hips

Small chinked eyes, and defined face

Juicy lips and that big thing in the middle of her face taking up the most space.

The light brown of her soft scared skin and short coily fro.

She has the ability to change her mind set, yet she can’t change anything.

Because this is the world of insecurities

An insecure world

Created by an insecure girl.

-Stephanie Williams

Let me start off by saying that the majority of you “tumblr people” won’t read this because by the look of the amount of stupid pictures posted on your profile & the lack of text, but for those of you who enjoy reading lets get started shall we…

Martin Luther King stated: “The mind is a terrible thing to waste”…

That’s what this post is going to branch off from, as well as individuality.

I realize this morning just by going on the twitter & tumblr website that I was able to develop the emotion of feeling disappointed & infuriated, because of what people show, post, or display on these websites, which are exceedingly non-beneficial to me. I can only speak for myself when I say I wake up every day trying to learn a new lesson. Trying to do something that will change me for the better, become a better person. This morning i recognized that my generation lacks a lot of inspiration. Everyone sees them self as an individual when all i notice are a bunch of duplicates. Posting the same shit on their tumblr weed, booze, sex… it’s unappetizing yet you’re a trend setter?… I beg to differ your just following the ways of the world becoming a part of the predictable society. “The mind is a terrible thing to waste”…, and I realize a good percentage of us are wasting it. Every person has a talent, some activity they are able to master whether it is music, visual arts, poetry, film, dance, carpentry, etc. Yet many of us waste our talent because of “the ways of the world”, following what society as well as the media portrays. Imagine if we were all able to express ourselves threw our art, inspire and encourage people whether it be young, same age, or older. Then I would feel that we would be putting our mind to good use. Don’t get me wrong if you smoke weed and feeling high makes you feel somewhat happy then by all means smoke your weed I’m just saying you must be able to find some other alternative that will make you feel that high. For example if you play football, and it makes you happy, then that’s your “high”. When it comes to sex make sure your not doing it lustfully, but that your doing it with someone worht careing for and willingly. Turn your negative into a positive. Educate yourself whether it be book wise, or just threw experiences. Whatever you do, use your mind because like what Dr. Martin Luther King said, “The mind is a terrible thing to waste”…

That’s all I can think about for now…

-Stephanie.Lou