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5115 Wissahickon Ave.

Times like this my mom would say the devil is busy..

I think he has too much time on his hands

He’s taking a break while I’m filling my head

with silly things that aren’t true

In the back of my mind and in the front of my mind is you

You, telling me, reminding me of our sacred ritual

I’m head over heels, heels over heads

always indulging in a mess, stuck, never moving all the way through

Loving the lust, the lies

Comforting hellos, harsh goodbyes,

you know I love me… some you

But you, and I, this back and forth, aint nothing new

In time itll all be gone, the ending of a song, but just wait for part 2

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5115 Wissahickon Avenue

“Does Mr. Eric spend the night with your mom often? Is he living in the house with you?”

At the time I didn’t know that my mom’s best friend was questioning me only to stab her in the back. After all, I was only seven…who uses a child as a vehicle for evil and gossip?

When my mom went to work the next morning, her best friend, Mrs. Miami, handed her a copy of an email she drafted to the Philadelphia school district asking for her immediate removal as Principal from Bethune elementary.

The email contained personal information (information she squeezed from a 7 year old) about my mom’s relationship with an accused rapist.

I was only a child so of course I didn’t know what was going on.

I carried the burden of my mom losing her job which left us homeless for 4 years.

I carried that burden all by myself until I was old enough to realize that it was all bullshit and I forgave myself I told myself that I was only a child and I didn’t know what I was saying.

I didn’t know she was pressing me because she was jealous of my mom and her relationship.

I didn’t know at the time that Mr. Eric’s daughter, Rachelle, moved from Haiti to live with him and he was touching her.

I don’t know if everything was happening for a reason or if I was the worst erson in the world.

Mrs. Miami setting my mom up saved us in the long run.

Maybe if her business wasn’t put on blast, we wouldn’t have found out about his past, and his present.

Maybe my mom would’ve gotten married to the rapist.

But at the time all I know is that my mom lost her job and we didn’t have a place to live and it was all my fault.

“Why would you tell her those things?”

What did I tell?

I was only being honest.

The real question was…why is your friend questioning me about your panties?

It’s crazy how things work.

Devils are tricky.

They come to you sincere, as a friend, trusting, promissing, really beautiful lies…

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Queen of Spies

A poem inspired by: “I Know an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly” & “Harriet the Spy”

RIP to the queen of spies (the one who told the truest lies)


Most beautiful when she didn’t have her cigarette, Maya, was the kindest person I ever met!

The Queen who spied was the same when the sun rose and when the sun set; not a liar at all if I had to make a bet


Don’t know for sure if everything I heard is fact or just a story


I wish I were lie detector… Where the hell is Maury?

I’ll tell you what happened to the Notorious Q.O.S (Queen of Spies) and try my best to explain this mess


I’ll tell you all about the day she died, it might make you cry or her demise might go over your head, it might just pass you by…


…if you let it.


Some say, on the third day, when God said “Let there be light” Maya was there, looking over God’s shoulder


From the vast seas, to grassy plains, to huge mountain boulders

She was there, and writing too, saw colors that filled the sky before the creator decided on blue

There she was writing all about God’s creations, witnessed the formation of every nation, before everyone became anyone this someone came and this someone knew


Maya was there to see the world sparkle, she got the first look, describing all of the world’s glory in her little book; how didn’t she run out of pages trying to describe how lit everything looked?

I wish she could tell me about the sun, and how she sat and watched the huge burning star grow; I want to hear all about the huge celebration she helped the angels throw


Alas, the world’s oldest notebook(s), which is how it all started; so many pages filled with words, sweet, yet tarted


They say Maya-ette, with her cigarette, wrote a story and made Jesus weep; wrote into the souls of men and with the flick of her pen she could change reality…

She knew why the caged bird sang, why children were really afraid of clowns, visited the black utopia, witnessed the Queen of England crack a smile, heard she greeted the Pope at the Vatican with a “My Nigga,” and laughed as he frowned…


Dubbed a “liar,” she wanted to hide the book deep inside her


Protecting her secrets all while keeping a level head

She could have shared her knowledge but decided to consume it all instead


I believe she recorded the truth, some say it was all lies, but now we’ll never know who really shot Malcolm, Martin, Kennedy, who ran down the Princess…or if Tupac is dead or alive


All because Maya decided to fill up her tummy; she ate all her secrets like they were yummy


Page by page she tore up the notebook and ate it away

I hate to spread rumors and gossip but this was a crazy day


I’ll never forget how the neighborhood just stood by and watched as Maya faded away…


Maya-ette, with her cigarette, the only living being knowing the world’s biggest secret


To the end of the earth she traveled and then she went way beneath it…


What she wrote throughout her journey she never told a soul and finally the secrecy had taken its toll

I think she went crazy, you see, so much of the world’s mystery, all bottled up she could no longer contain them


I’ll tell you about the day that came, the rainy day full of shame, the day she decided to die than to rise to fame


A sad day when she devoured all her power, like a cake made with real sugar and real flour


Delicious, private, secret words, curry, jerked, and filled with lemon curds


But no matter how people spin it, it was her own private notebook (no matter what was assumed to be in it)

First, just let me say, RIP to the queen of spies!


Here’s how she met her demise:

The Queen of spies, now permanently living in the skies, kept a notebook to write what she felt inside and who and what she encountered when she traveled through time

She recorded the first bigfoot sighting, was the only person to touch lightning, was friends with the last living giants, she knew why the men and women who went to war would come back and be sworn to silence, she was present for the signing of the Magna Carter, she traveled throughout the galaxy, some say she visited the “farther”

Words cold as ice, her spying came with a price, pages burning like fire, she would go down in history and the world’s most honest liar

I don’t really know how she felt inside, if she wrote the truth or if it was only lies, whether she was only 23 or really 2099 all I remember is how died.

Now, I’m sad to say, there’s no one to attest if there’s really a hell or if heaven is a lifetime away, who was behind 911 or if global warming is only a hoax, and why babies are the only ones who can see ghosts…

No one really talked to the girl who ate the “lies” all we know is how well she spied, so let me tell you how she died:

Her neighbors who thought she was a living lie, got together and made a shoe fly pie, made of real shoes and real flies (hardly any real pie) and presented the terrible dessert to the Queen of spies, all while trying to steal away her “book of lies”

In one gulp she finished the pie, she licked her lips and said goodbye, you would think that was all it took, but she held onto that notebook, and left her gifters shook

Holding tight onto her notebook, day by day, if the tales of monsters and demons inside it were real, I couldn’t say, all I know is that she was a creature of habit

People-watching and writing was all she ever did, and she was a pro at keeping it all hid

Never shared how the interviews went with all the children torn from their families at the border, never mentioned the mental conditions of the lifers in prison growing older, people living their lives in their cages, so much heartbreak must’ve filled her pages

You know, she never took the credit when she convinced congressmen to raise minimum wages

Some say she saw the inside of the first bible’s pages, was there when it was written, visited the earth’s core, and touched the bottom of the deepest ocean’s floor

I heard she met the president’s president (the secret societies society), made friends aliens even married twin dwarves, read the minds of all great historians, visited the moon and finds time to comfort all of the mothers’ who’s babies are “gone too soon,”

You could tell there was something that pulled and tugged and pulled and tugged, and pulled and tugged at her

Although few really tried to, no one could ever figure out what was the matter

Always looking like she fell to the bottom of a pit, she kept a facial expression that looked like she seen some shit

The more the chatter, the more people wonder what was the matter, the more she grew nervous about what people would find

She was ridiculed, called names, but if she really knew what was being said I don’t think she’d mind…

After all, you can’t really offend someone who saw how the world would end…or the one who figured out how to make reality bend

Maya was more concerned about her writing, her truth, her stories, the one thing she had that no one could take away

Here’s how she tried to hide the spying, here’s what led to her dying, here’s why people thought her stories were only her lying, here’s to what happened that day:

 I think she knew that day would come, the day when her own people would revolt against her, not the government that controlled their lives, but a little lady deemed an enemy of the state, a state of mind, a witch of a spy who had devoured a poison pie

I heard it was all a fantasy world she created while she spied, mixed with stories of monsters and demons and spirits that dwelled inside…

They say she wrote stories to heal the pain

The pain that came each time it rained

It rained because she was so sad inside

Was what she wrote the truth or lies?

I know it was the truth, she dedicated her life to traveling and crossed many tides

RIP to the queen of Spies

So, finally, here’s exactly how she died:

She was poisoned by the shoe fly pie (the one her neighbors made filled with real shoes and real flies and hardly any pie)

Then she decided to continue eating her notebook like it was cake

I saw her swallowed down her lucky pen the one used to write about heaven and the world’s end


Then a spare, without a care, she swallowed what some say was the pen she used to record a formula to create air

It isn’t fair how quickly she ate her contact lenses and glasses, no one would ever be able to look through what she saw not even if they bought the same lashes

She swallowed down the lenses to her camera, contacts too! Oh and her glasses and her eye lashes, pens and her notebook, you would think that was all it took even after eating the shoe fly pie (the one made with real shoes and real flies) but she continued on until her last breath until she died

RIP to the QOS (Queen of Spies)!


Next, she ate her favorite pets and washed them down with her cigarette, keep reading this, I’m not done yet; I can still hear Brownie barking in her stomach, a puppy, a guppy, a snake and it’s charmer

she swallowed her lighter, and her belly grew warmer…you could see the flicker of the flame burning and shining bright from deep inside her

Then, all of a sudden, there was a huge fire, the pages she ate reacted to the lighter, that was ignited by the cigarette, I’m not done yet, the pets got sick off of the uneaten shoe fly pies that stuck to her insides, as the cigarette burned and her pets’ stomach turned Maya turned blue

The flicker of the flame grew larger the one that burned and shined bright from deep inside her…


Out from her mouth was the loudest belch with a bunch of smoke so to contain the flames she swallowed some tea (more pages from her notebook), the secrets of a brewing WWIII, the future, and more unwritten history

She swallowed a first aid kit, some antibiotics, some anti flea and tick tablets her pets; a heroic meal for her sidekicks

She ate up an umbrella for that dreary hazy day god forbid if any moisture got in her way

Call her crazy, or just remember her like that girl lazy Jane, the one would wanted a drink of water but would wait for the days it rained


Maya thought she needed a raincoat, to go with her umbrella so she swallowed that in just one gulp, she swallowed the coat to protect the “GOAT” (a spare notebook) which should’ve been all it took but she kept on eating; all while her neighbors trembled and shook…


Pages from her notebook, pens, a spare, a formula for creating air, a rain coat, an umbrella to protect the GOAT, delicious tea, secrets of a brewing WWIII, consumed and you would think this was all it took but she continued on devouring anything anyone could use to read between the lines of history books

She continued to eat everything she thought would protect her, she consumed all the things she could quickly gather and the flames from the fire grew bigger and brighter…


Throughout the grape vine, they say, she swallowed boots, that were laced, with a drug that would make her pace, that would help her digest so she could continue her race

Pressed for time she swallowed mace (just in case), what a taste, she felt herself slipping away you could tell it was written on her face

Oh dear, down went some pretty underwear, momma always said to keep a spare pair

She swallowed her savings; dollar bills and piggy bank cents, bargaining chips for the afterlife and some common incense


Where she was going next, was a world full of more nightmares than dreams…giving meaning to the phrase nothing is what it seems


They say she consumed her entire room (and in it was a special broom, she would occasionally take flight at night but no one ever caught that site), a listening piece (the one she used to spy on her niece) and she ate it all down to the wire, to secure all the juiciness and details deep inside her.

Next up a recorder that hooked up to the listening piece, her favorite laptop that stored all the chatter, that tumbled and tumbled you’d asked what’s the matter?

By this time everyone had gathered around, to see the Queen who her spied on her hometown…


They watched, then laughed as she went and swallowed her own Fingerprints, we know because she was the only one who wore henna on her fingertips


By this time everyone had pulled up, all the cars from the neighborhood, some with the darkest of window tints


Watching as Maya-ette kept going, I’m sad to drag on, but she swallowed a DNA kit/she thought that idea was lit, Promised that was it, but she was still in a pit, of nervousness, so let me continue on…


She thought her passport would keep her out of court so she went and swallowed that and her fake ID, so no one could prove her true identity


So she then ate her real license, I know you’re in suspense, so let me attempt to make this make sense


She swallowed her passport and everything else I guess to keep from going to court

Maya-ette the spy decided that wasn’t enough, she wasn’t too stuffed she huffed and the smoke puffed, after she devoured her Flash drive to really save the data you would think she was finally done.

Everyone had finally won, she sat down weighing a ton, big as a house in the middle of her street not making a peep

Quiet as a mouse she closed her eyes for a really long sleep away one by one did all the neighbors creep

It was a sad sight looking at the many pounds sitting on the ground frowns stayed upside down

Hardly anyone was looking but I saw her get very tense and with the last bit of her strength, Shoved down her throat her newest iPhone, no more social media, she was finally all alone, but not on her own on her own

She swallowed her bike she used to ride to her car

She swallowed her car but down her throat it didnt get too far


It got stuck but she kept trying and eventually it slid down with the help of some muck


Then she swallowed a gun to protect her Bike, the one she promised to return to Mike


She swallowed a Gun and that made her dizzy/ she spun, she quickly changed her name to Lizzy, still protecting her secrets til the very moment she was done


All in the effort to protect her “lies” this is how she met her demise.


Here I am, her protégé, reporting on how she died that day.


Short story made long, meaning for it to be a long story short.


I went to her grave and dug up everything and began to sort, through all the things she swallowed, through every piece of precious junk


RIP Maya-ette, I’ll miss you and your cigarette, you are gone but your mission lives on.


I’d like to reintroduce myself.

Hi, I’m the new Queen of spies.

 

 

Four countries in one week: Part. III “I made it out of Paris, France in one piece”

Four countries in one week: How I survived my impulsive solo adventure Part. III:

Despite the Protest, I made it out of Paris, France in one piece!

“Melting Pot”

The world is a huge melting pot.

Merriam Webster defines a melting pot as is “A place where different peoples, styles, theories, etc., are mixed together” and I couldn’t think of a better description to give the United States of America, London, Lisbon, Toronto, and Paris. In the short time that I’ve spent traveling throughout different parts of these countries (10 days total), that’s what I concluded from seeing so many places and so many faces (I did a lot of people watching lol).

I don’t know if it was just my ignorance but I never thought I’d carry on a conversation with an Asian man with a heavy British accent, or witness a young dark-skinned Portuguese girl playing with a white Barbie doll with Purple hair. I met a Filipino woman in a hostel in Portugal who spoke proper English (better than me). I heard so many different languages, beautiful accents from a variety of people that I would have never met if I hadn’t taken a chance and went on this awesome, crazy adventure!

As I said, it is/was just my ignorance of maybe the fact that I’ve been stuck in a small Philadelphia bubble for the past 27 years but I’m so glad that I’m finally got out in the world, way beyond my comfort zone…and now, there’s no stopping me!

There are people on the other side of the world, so many people different from me, but the same, it sounds completely crazy, absolutely mad, “utterly ridiculous” but please try and follow along.

See what I mean (I love rollerblading and I love Mary Jane!)!!!

Paris, France

Out of all of the places I visited PARIS was my favorite! Despite the violence and protests I’ve managed to avoid all of it and I had a great experience!

I took the train all around and it was so simple (compared to Portugal):

Paris❣️❣️❣️ stole my heart what a magical place❣️❣️❣️ It was definitely a great last minute addition to my itinerary & ended up being one of the highlights of my trip. I’m glad I was able to end my tour on a great note lol It didn’t rain at all (haven’t seen a blue sky in 7 whole days), the weather was warm & I finally met up with some family. Traveling solo was fun but it felt good to be around someone familiar.

I ate some tasty crepes at the BEST Creperie:

Saw the inside of an amazing Cathedral:

VISITED THE ICONIC EIFFEL TOWER:

I MEANNNNNNN…..😍 “TOUR EIFFEL”

I took the train and you couldn’t miss the stop…

No fancy descriptions: this was an absolutely beautiful experience (1. To see it light up & 2. to stand under it and get the view while looking up!)

Next favorite:

The Palace of Versailles, King Louis XIV royal residence 😍everything about this palace from its architecture (all that gold OMG) to the gardens was just 😍😍 one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been…

(The Palace of Versailles was the official royal residence of Louis XIV & the official residence of the court of France! It was abandoned after the death King Louis in 1715..)

So yes, Paris was one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever visited 😍 and I was lucky enough to visit #arcdetriomphe (one of Paris’ most famous monuments built in 1806)! My grandfather was in the same spot taking in all of its glory in the 1950s❣️I thank God I was able to have a wonderful experience and see its beauty, again, all without getting caught up in the protest that began just a day after I got home.

Black Utopia

You’re going to the black utopia? Can I go too?

Where the sky isn’t a typical blue

but a reddish, orangy, golden-sparkly hue.

Everyone there is just like you.

Selfless, patient, loving, intelligent, enlightening too.

Honey pours from the trees and blessings, not death, comes in threes.

You and I are the same, of course, you’d believe,

there aren’t any status symbols symbolizing or separating us because of what we believe.

There’s only one religion and that’s the belief of a longing love.

Everyone would raise their heads and never bow them again to talk to the “one above.”

We’d float down to heaven, then up to our super earth again, and then, wherever our wings would have us travelin…

Maybe we’d stop pass the old mars or visit the first stars and see everything we generalized into being just “space.”

We’ll spin and twirl and twirl and spin, until finally we pick up the pace.

We’d name everything we touch bc it would be ours to do just so, there be enough to go around no need for fighting never anyone going toe to toe.

I heard of this place called the “black uptopia” I heard it’s a place you’ve been to…

I only have one question for you.

If this place the “black utopia” exists, can I go with you?

Suppressed Deity & Young Loud Proud’s presents: Sick, Lit & LOUD

“We have been on a journey from the age of 7, creating our own stories and characters. Being underrepresented as young girls of color, we began designing our own worlds where we were able to exist freely. Presently, we are still creating platforms for disenfranchised groups, proclaiming self-acceptance. Our most recent project, Sick & Lit, is an empowering series that pokes holes in the stereotypes surrounding race, sexuality, and socioeconomic status. Please join the movement by sharing & following the link in our bio to donate to our cause.” —Suppressed Deity, LLC.

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“Speak Up: An invincible girl’s Podcast”

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Li·bran Hollow-Cost

People tell me I got a light about me but I dwell too much on things

Wasting time wasting time on remembering memories of wasted things

I look up and stare at the moon at night, the sight of her comforts me

We have an understanding that no matter what, at the end of the night Ill count out loud my blessings

Look at me, your Libran Holocaust born in Philly, A1 cheesesteak sauce

My eyes opened, wide, wider than they’d ever been, staring right past you, past the lies, straight down to heaven

Then I look up to the moon, and she’s still there with me, shining and smiling down, what a sight to see!

There I am, I think as I see myself, just a fragment of black girl magic, made from the image of God

Heavenly woman, made so heavenly, when life gets to be getting the best of me, I’ll close my eyes and remember you’re with me

You are me, we’re one, my desire, burning bright like a fire, with my eyes wide open, I gravitate higher, and drop down to heaven, heavenly spun

You’re the one, you won me, mostly heavenly one.

Inspired by Teena Marie/ irons in the fire

How NOT to fangirl Trey Songz (when you really want to) #YLPtalk

Fan·girl: (of a female fan) behaving in an obsessive or overexcited way.

Gather around Young Loud Proud kids, this is a rant of a story, explaining the importance of NOT “fangirl-ing” (when you really want to). #YLPtalk

This past year I’ve met some of my favorite people, in the most unbelievable situations, and although I would’ve loved to fangirl the hell out of a couple of those celebrities (which would’ve made some awesome, unforgettable memories) I chose to keep my composure and not act like a complete fan (even though my insides were exploding and begging for the opposite). It’s a self-control thing, I’ll tell you all about it, here goes nothing!

  1. How to act like you really don’t care about Trey Songz when he is standing right next to you:

After the after party its the after-afterparty! I was in ATL last April for the TREMAINE the tour festivities, and I went to (really snuck into) an after-after party with Trey Songz (and Jeezy (for some reason I always forget he was there LOL, but I love him too)) anyway, I was literally clubbing with Trey! I was in a small club, and I was so close to him that I was able to pass him a blunt and have him deny it. I was thinking in my head the whole time “do I act like a fool and get thrown out of here” with follow up thoughts like “should I really take out my cell phone and snap a secret selfie” (although no one else was), and most importantly I considered the consequences of jumping on the man of my dreams like I always fantasized I would.

Do I carpe diem or nah?

One thing you have to realize is that at the end of the day celebrities are people. Not Gods, not bulletproof, yes they are magical (but so are you). Anyway, I came to the conclusion that just wasn’t the time fangirl. I was in a small setting and I chose to just blend in with his close friends/family instead being THAT girl which would’ve been entirely uncalled for. At least that’s what I thought. Celebs are constantly having people snap photos, they’re asked for selfies, recordings, etc and whether they feel obligated to engage or not, I can’t even begin to imagine how annoying it can be at times. Honestly, at 4 am, how many of you really think Tremaine wanted to see another cell phone? (That’s all I was thinking). This man is tired and hungry and the last thing he wants is to see the flash of my camera…

ATL was epic; just an hour before (at the Tremaine the tour show) I witnessed women literally passing out from all of the excitement from the legend that is Trey Songz. Then later that night I weaseled my way into the after AFTER party and maintained my composure and kept my dignity although my Afro almost cost my best friend and I admission. S/O to the guy that was like “we need some more females in this club!” hahahahahahaaaa.. anyway the second moral to this story is that deep down I kinda wish I acted a fool and took that moment to twerk on Trey or something at least but ah FUCK IT how many people can honestly say they saw their celeb crush u close and personal???

I chose to act like I didn’t care and that awarded me another hour in that club, just enough time to meet Mu and make friends with the guy rolling up the blunts. Trey’s little brother Forrest is so freaking cute too!!! Oh, I stayed long enough that my best friend and I missed our flight (totally worth it and I would do it again) and in a rush to the airport, I forgot that I packed a bud in my bag (found that out after I unpacked my clothes after arriving back to Philly).

 2. How to act like you really don’t care that Beyonce’s dancers are hanging out with you, eating Pagano’s cheese steaks, and playing Scattergories (when all you want to do is ask a million questions):

OK so the whole reason for this rant of a story and this incredible flashback from ATL is because last night I got the chance to hang out with this awesome guy I went to high school with. Last night was his last night in town (PHILLY) then back off to Miami. I missed Tindy. He was always a sweet, funny guy. I asked him if he would mind me throwing an impromptu game night in this bando (the uptown bando) to celebrate his last night and he said it was cool (what he didn’t know is that I’m a literal type of girl). When I say some I want to throw a game night; I live up to the true meaning of it.

All I heard was “Maya someone is double parked outside!” Showtime! So, games in tow, I headed toward Tindy’s car with my sack of games. He jumped out of his car and immediately burst my bubble “nobody wants to play all of these games, what are you doing??” I was immediately embarrassed, I felt like the child while carrying Stratego, Monopoly, Othello, Family Feud, Scattergories, Clue FX, Gestures, and one more box I can’t remember at the moment. If you let Tindy tell it, I was Santa Clause (Alexa play 2chainz’s verse on Big Bank). So the nervous sweats came (mind you I already had next to nothing on, and my edges were already halfway (less than halfway) fleeky, so the sweat just made everything WORSE!) So I ran back in the house, leaving my keys in the door all nervous to head off to the bando. I came back out with Scattergories, got in his car, took out my cellphone, and I called my friends to come to meet up with his friends so we can all be friends.

What I didn’t know was how poppin Tindy and his friends really were… one of the guys that danced with Beyonce at Coachella came through the door, and I lost it (inside). I was like oh my God. A talent in my presence yet again and I cant even act the way I want. I had a million questions for this man. Like you worked with Bey? YOU DANCED WITH BEYONCE like what the??? He had the nerve to have on his exclusive Bey fraternity/sorority sweater on too. I would have snagged it if I could’ve (I already tried it with his exclusive Torture lighter/ you know testing the waters, but that didn’t go so well…) he wasn’t too amused but what he doesn’t know is that I was plotting on so much more!

I play too much as you guys can probably guess and when I’m nervous, I sweat a lot. I fangirl so hard inside it seeps though my pores but at the end of the day when you treat people who are associated with fame with respect. I think that if you treat celebrities as you would an ordinary friend, I think they can appreciate it (but damn….sometimes I wonder how things would be if I really lived in the moment embarrassed myself)? What if I twerked on Trey or told Q I wanted to leave and go back to LA with him. Maybe right now I would be off somewhere living my best life!

Sometimes I wish I was THAT girl, but even in a drunken state I still think logically. I have a million different scenarios running through my head at any given time, and I love it.

Don’t let me discourage you Young Loud Proud people I just wanted to share some of my thoughts and experiences with you because you never know sometimes… I’ve been in certain situations with people whom I really admire, and for the sake of not being a complete fool, I suppress the “shock and awe” methodologies I try and live by… What do you guys think? Will being bold always work for your benefit? Sometimes you can put yourself out there, not act shy and grab what you want and it totally works but you have to be careful, or you’ll look thirsty.

Have you had a run in with a celeb or hung out with a crush/someone you admire? Do you disagree with this theory? Please let me know!!! Email me! proudloudyoung@gmail.com

If you’re interested in more personal reflections/rants/stories like these check out the book of poems I recently published: “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl’” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)

We were happy. #ForeverHoldYourPiece

I looked you in your eyes tonight, and for the first time, I knew what it felt like to be loved.

Somewhere in between tomorrow and forever I could see us joint as one.

We were happy.

In between our gaze, I heard a pretentious vow:

“I was never a woman to believe in love at first sight, but everything’s changed since I met you.”

We are happy.

You elaborated on the strong connection turned fatal attraction and your contemplations of everlasting after everlasting.

We will be happy.

I entertain thoughts of spending the rest of my life with you; magic is not only for fairy tales.

I want love.

I’m in love in a time when love isn’t taken seriously…but I would be a fool to look at you again and not be prepared to say “I Do.”

I’m loved.

An excerpt from “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl’” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)

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