Diggin through the archives...

wow... you never know what you'll find when you go back through your old emails...

i was looking at them today and ran across this little gem i thought was lost forever.

its a personal narrative i had to do for one of my english classes back in the day, it was a wednesday, lol

(according to Dane Cook anytime someone says "back in the day" they are always referring to wednesday... lmao. i dunno, if i gotta explain the joke i guess that takes some of the humor out of it.)

Anywho... without further adieu...



“William, how many times have I told you to stop swinging things around? You’re going to hurt somebody.”

“But look Ma, I’m a ninja!”

“William--“

“Watch this!!”

“--Look out for your sister!!”

Before that moment, I was probably one of the meanest older brothers in history. After that fated incident, I was very overprotective of my younger sister. I guess when you see someone at their weakest and most vulnerable state; you’d do anything to keep them from feeling like that again.

When my sister was born, I was only four years old. I was still too young to even understand where children came from. But when my ‘new sister’ was finally brought home, needless to say I was less than thrilled. One thing that really stood out was something my mother said to me after the new baby was settled in her room. I specifically remember my mother saying this. “You have to look out for her you know. She’s not as big as most babies. When she gets older, you have to make sure she doesn’t get picked on by the bigger kids.” Unfortunately, I didn’t take that to heart until about 3 years later.

It was a nice day, so my mother decided to take my sister and me to the local pizzeria, our “hangout spot”. For some reason, I decided to pick up this thick plastic piping. I was into martial arts and Power Rangers as a child, so I began to pretend I could do the moves. Not heeding the warnings of my ever-so-watchful mother, I spun, twirled, and attacked thin air. As I turned around, I failed to notice my little sister standing off to my right. As the pipe I held came into contact with the left side of her face, I froze. Within the next three seconds, I came to a terrible realization. How horrible of a brother must I be to let something like this happen? Blood, tears, and a trip to the emergency room immediately followed. That could have possibly been one of the longest car rides in my life. I sat in the backseat hanging my head in shame, trying to hide the fact that I was on the verge of tears. The emergency room was even worse. As I sat in the lobby, all I could hear was the screaming of a three-year-old receiving medical stitches near her left eye. An inch and a half more and she would have been blinded. On the drive home, nobody spoke. No radio, we just rode quietly, the silence broken intermittently by the sniffles and whimpers of the injured.

So I became what I felt was the ideal big brother. Of course we had the occasional spat, but let anyone else mess with her and all she had to do was tell me. I dealt with my share of neighborhood bullies, mainly consisting of boys who were at that age where they liked to pick on little girls. Dealing with these boys was easy, but every once in a while I would have to protect myself against their older and much bigger family members. I rarely came out victorious in these situations, but no pain could match how bad I felt for what I had done.

Thinking back, it seems like it was all a dream. But that dream is brought to reality every time I look at the scar in the corner of her left eye. It hurts to even glance at it, small as it may be. We haven’t spoken about that incident for quite some time now. It has always seemed like one of those things that we try to forget. But I can never forget, that was the defining moment that made me realize how much I love my little sister.

Peace.

ABC poem

Exploring new forms of poetry in the Soul Of A Poet group on campus...
this one is called the ABC poem...

Anytime, Anyplace we can get it jumpin
Break of dawn, we still pumpin
Cant stop, wont stop
Damn, if these sheets could talk. Her
Elegance radiates through my thoughts
For days on end

And ive been on like a haiku binge for the past week... im hooked, lol

you and i are like/ the student and the teacher/ bow to your sensei #haiku LMAO!!

@Camille_Rivers breathe deeply in it / for it is good for your soul / dont ever let go


A full moon tonight./ i wonder what mysteries/ the night will bring me.


The world is different/ through these city bus windows./ my people struggle

Natures resilience./ it is unfathomable./ trees grow from concrete.

im not gonna sit/ around and waste my precious/ divine energy... tryna explain and/ being afraid of what you/ think is wrong with me #haiku

complacency you/ ain't gonna get me, oh no/ i gotta get up

How can i pitch? We/ were supposed to be on the/ same team. Remember? #haiku

When im at the plate/ i'll bring you home. L.B.I./ love batted in. Muah. #haiku


@Mz_Ki change your looking glass/ ugliness we think we see/is usually false

@Mz_Ki Shadows mean no harm/ only mirror and mimick/ fear nothing track star #haiku


@Camille_Rivers keep your head skyward/ looking down leads to falling/ but never fear it


I feel you drifting/ further away and i won't/ just let it happen #haiku

Stop running away/Your feet have to be tired/ you can rest them here #Haiku

its easy for you/ to erase me so quickly/ you're stained on my heart

I saw it coming/ i was just climbing back but/ you gave up on me

If im the target,/ Lock and load. If you don't mind,/ aim straight for the heart

one day you're gonna/ look back and say to yourself/ "i treated him bad"

I guess following/ your heart can lead you down some/ pretty dark alleys

Try to forget you/ but youre all I wanna do/ I can do better/ but theres no one quite like you

To go back in time/ hindsight is 20-20/ put your glasses on #haiku
Wanted u with me/ but u gave up so quickly/ why did you forfeit? #haiku

She says she wants me/ but she wants that old thing back/ im a changed man babe #haiku

Seeking out others./ an ineffective measure/ in finding true self #haiku

Smoke, schemes and mirrors/ sovereignty as a nation/ is an illusion #haiku

One sip of your soul/ is worth my weight in gold. I/ have expensive taste #haiku

Take me as i am/ or you'll have nothing at all/ no one is perfect #haiku

I hate the fact that/ papa was a rolling stone/ youre not a real man #haiku

Why the sacrifice?/ was what you gained worth all of/ the things you gave up? #haiku
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