Every chance I get. And none of this makes any cents.
Every chance I get to contribute to a cause I love or even like I do it. I’m willing to lend my time and efforts while sharpening my skills in the process.
And none of this makes any cents because most of these causes don’t pay me any money.
“How much pity should others have on the gambler who bet their world on the horse who showed no signs of wanting to run?” - Shannon Boodram
I’m a writer, right.
Except I don’t write what other writers write, right.
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The cursor is blinking again, but I’m done.
Any excuse just to
see you.
Any excuse just to
breathe you.
Staring at the thoughts of
you, wondering how bad
I could really
need you.
This poem is one I had tucked away for a very long time. It came to me one day over a comment someone (I can’t remember who now) made about the girls in the R. Kelly home made video who “wanted” to have sex with him, therefore there wasn’t a crime. As usual I got pissed off, and as usual so did my pen. So that’s also to let you know that this story is not mine, but I know it belongs to many others, too many in fact. I’ve finally finished it to my liking so I hope you all enjoy it.
She Knows She Wanted It
By: Crystal ‘Clear’ Coburn
Daddy the man that touched me
knew I was underage
He said I was close enough to a woman
Only a few years short of my woman stage
He did a lot of things to me
Some I know you’ll hate
But don’t worry I took it like a champ
I think I maybe, probably, sort of wanted it anyway
He said we could be better friends
when I turned old enough to vote
But for now we’ll have to be in secret
Because no one will understand
They can’t know
I thought I should tell you though
‘cause maybe you wouldn’t mind
does it seem wrong to you?
My grown looking body you can’t deny
I’ve done it at school with the boys before
He said I was on point
I’m better than the other girls
You should have heard him beg for more
Don’t be mad at him Daddy
I’m practically 16
That’s a little less than half his age
At least I’m older than a preteen
Plus I’ve heard the way you talk
With your friends about the women who pass
Sizing up their figure
Nothing less than an hourglass
And I know he’ll like me more
You know, the guy that’s older than me
I have to become a big girl now
So don’t cry, at least not for me
You have always told me I’m pretty
A comment that is sometimes a bore
But maybe you should have told me
That he wouldn’t consider me
Nothing but a whore
And perhaps you should have told me
To wait until I’m ready
Maybe then
I wouldn’t have to look down
At my spreading belly
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Thank you for reading it.
Peace.
This is an tiny excerpt from a poem I haven’t finished yet. Its the ending of it, but the whole piece isn’t good enough for me to post, unfortunately it still requires a lot of work. I really like where I’m going with this so I was too anxious to wait until I’m done. I promise though that when its all done I’ll post the full thing. Thank you for reading what little is right.
Innocent Young Girl (Unofficially)
By: Crystal Coburn
Innocent young girl
Your future is bright
I believe in you more than you know
Despite all the things
people predict you will be
There’s no telling how far you’ll go
Promise you won’t grow up too fast
And you’ll enjoy the age you are
Because as time goes by
You’ll realize
Life was perfect when it moved slow.
Success
By: Crystal ‘Clear’ Coburn
All the people around me
seem to be wishing me the best
To be ahead in this monetary game
By increasing my monetary gain
Success
I can’t help but feel the pressure of completion
To finish with a title
A clear-cut distinction
Is it wrong of me
to waiver in search of something more?
I feel like turning in
Find the place less explored
I’m sharing my thoughts of doubt
Because I feel the intense need to
Hoping you’ll understand
And reply with a, “Me too!”
I’m at a point now
where all I want to do is write
Make lives just a little better
Possibly to ignite
That place inside of you
that has tingled and become slightly unnerved
I have been there too
Knowing which way to turn
Sometimes taking up residence
a little to often
So I allow my pen to pick up and take over
Seep out held in thoughts when
I was unsure of myself and the decisions I made
Too nervous or anxious?
Definitely afraid
But I’m here now
So I hope you can hear now
Join me and lets engage
Peace.
And men are born dumb.
The thing is, I’d rather be crazy because at least I’m still smart enough to get help. If you’re dumb (and you know you are) you’re just stuck in your stupidity without a way out. You don’t have enough intelligence to see the ignorance in your ways.
Its hopeless. Both of us are trapped in our preassigned roles. So don’t fight it.
Ladies, embrace your inner bitch. And fellas, forget about your brains, and just do whatever your penis wants. That head can probably navigate through your life better anyway.
SMH. If you haven’t already noticed I’m being sarcastic. Heavily. I just had a sushi lunch (I lie, not JUST, this happened about two weeks ago) with a good friend/mentor/non-bra burning feminist of mine, Shannon Boodram and this kind of mud slinging is what came up during our conversation. The silly lies society tells us that we swallow wholeheartedly.
If you started reading this and you were like, “What the eff?!” then we probably think alike. But if you started reading this and were like, “Damn, finally someone openly spoke the truth,” then you my friend need to have a talk with Shannon and I. I hope there’s not too many of you, but if there is the pleasure of schooling you is all ours!
Good times with great minds. Love it. Thanks Shannon!
Sidenote: The line of the evening was, “I think I’m going to develop an eating disorder.” LOL. Not to make light of that but the place we went to charges you .50 for every piece of sushi you order but don’t eat. So after we lost count of how much we had already eaten because there was so much…we ordered more. Glutton for punishment I suppose? Anyway, at that point I wanted to purposely throw up because we were so stuffed and after counting how much was left that .50 was adding up – I needed to make room for more, hence an impromptu vomit fest. Fortunately though I didn’t. Our server rescued us and said he wouldn’t charge us for the pieces left (while holding this, “you guys are stingy” look on his face).
Ahhhh, what can I say about today? It was a very “do it yourself” day and I’m very proud of some of the things I was able to accomplish. While it’s nothing that any of you may notice I sooo happy I took the time to do it. Bascially I worked on my blog layout for most of the day. I know that might not seem like anythig special to you, but for me its major.
There were a couple of things I always wanted to change, minor in the bigger picture but they stuck out like sore thumbs to me. Its kind of weird how EXTREMELY proud you can be of something knowing you figured out how to do it on your own. While it’s good to ask people questions and take advice now and then, sometimes the best way to learn is to try it out yourself. The reward is bigger than you know.
So now with the help I’ve given myself I’m a little bit better at HTML codes, something I ran from in high school.
Hmmm, should we consider the end of the week Fruitful Fridays? I like the sounds of that. For anyone who wants to tackle a project you may find these albums fitting to help things move along easier:
Cheers (with a glass of Rose wine in my hand) to getting it done your way!
Peace.