We were in the Land of OZ and Dorothy said"Toto I wish I were back home"

if there was a faraway place that i could compare to this event it would have been me being Dorothy and wishing i was back home! Not in any weird or bad way but after the fun was over I just wanted to rest my feet and reflect upon the enthusiasm that was held here today. GLBT was at it's height in solidarity and freedom on the mall. people were definitely coming out as I saw Doctor's ,lawyers, profeesionals of every ilk take up their pompoms and sashay away! The many causes that were here to promote was awe inspiring simply because the people cared enough to stand behind what they believed in and that's all it should be about don't cha think?

Download now or watch on posterous

MOV00271.MPG (5626 KB)

Posted via email from poetrydivas's posterous

A Rose by any other name is still ?

Have you ever wondered why the sky is blue or why that people who are supposed to love hurt you? These times reflect the many feelings that flowed through my mind and heart as I stared deeply into my woman's face the day she left. Sherrie and I met as she wondered through the mall that I worked at one evening. I was busy setting up the floor mannequins and she all but bumped into me as I squatted there perplexed breaking my fall with a hand. "Excuse me!" she said brow flushed and squinting at me with an open fresh face, and a beautiful grin. "Oh you should be " I said trying hard not to stare back at her. They say that the children know the children no matter where they meet up and here we were. I stood up straightened out my shirt and looked at her, she still seemed stuck so I went professional with her. "Is there anything that I can help you with? She glanced over towards the door and softly said "I'm kinda lost can you show me where the subway or bus stop is on this side. I stared over where she was looking and pointed to the stairways near a store post. That's the subway but the bus stop is over there. "You don't know where you are? She spoke slowly "No I don't I am new here and just came to the mall cause I was so bored" I saw a chance to get to know this lovely lady so I broke the monotonous silence by saying "Okay that's a bet maybe I could show you around the mall at least while I am on break". She smiled and that's when I knew damn sprung so soon?

Gay Pride Weekend Bash

here are some of the highlights that i caught with my trusty camera as i walked back through the crowds reveling on Pa. Ave. NW. these photos were my way of paying homage to a really fun day with absolutely true solidarity on the menu. the participants really put on the Ritz in everything they did. We had a smattering of every age group and race that could be reckoned with on the mall. Now this is what i call living out 'LOUD"

See and download the full gallery on posterous

Posted via email from poetrydivas2

Why God is crying when it's raining~

What has happened to me I ask as I watch the funeral possession that silently rolls out from the church. The pallbearers walk slowly with the remains of the woman that once was my grandmother ,my angelic cherubic nanny who had always taken her last to give to me as she had this very moment. her last, what could that be? my girlfriend asked me once when I told her the contents of my heartfelt thoughts around my granny'. She does everything and asks nothing but that i don't embarrass her and bring shame on my family"my friend exclaimed what type of shame would you bring to her Bren? 'What she meant I suppose is that the shame of being a loose woman or girl sleeping all over the place with men that type of shame and a lot of kids running around with different babies daddies" Granny knew what she was talking about as I watched the girls piling in to pay their last respects to a lady that also gave directions to a lot of them too~ tears were running down their faces just as the tears were slowly making their trails down many other folks who were there too give their condolences and prayers to this beautiful black grandmother! A mother of the heart is sometimes more honorable than a mother of the soul although there isn't much difference. My biological mom left me to this wonderful lady years ago out of her mind with grief and woe but in the  element with drugs,men and the streets nanny took me and several other stranded,neglected youth that had no place else to go and kept us as if we had sprang from her loins no different were we from her two grown children that took us back and forth to schools,hospitals,clinics anywhere and everywhere when the need arose and no back talk was her motto and nobody did either. It was like she really had eyes in the back of her head something we all said that she had tho! While we did our homework and studies she always considered that each of her brood was different some had smarts others had skills she promoted the best in all of us no matter what she made sure that we did things to make our purpose manifested upon this earth she also said the saddest thing was a purpose that was left out in the setting sun never to be fulfilled and she said that makes God cry! I agree to that as my nanny is set to rest God has cried many times over for those of us who left our God-given purpose in the dust to rot! We do our creator  disservice when we lose ourselves to the world and disregard the gifts that are bequeathed to each and everyone of his creations!

If it were you what could you have done differently?

while lying here upon my bed thoughts of the night before wandered all through my head,if it were you what exactly would you do if the decision were absolutely essentially up to you? To take a life of someone you love so that the other will live how can I make a decision like this? She was heavenly,soft as a cloud of cotton,brown as the sun could tan one ever so gently~touching my lips to her skin was like the wing of an angel just as it was set to flight. There was much to do that night as the footsteps cradled by the light I shut the door as scared by the fright of the nature of man who came in as if he had a right..he took my child from me and walked toward the door to the night,quickly I leaped as if I was on a high score running to him to place myself between the child of my heart my hopes my dreams as he stepped away i didn't see the knife or it's sway but felt it's handle on my fingertips i slipped to draw it to him but it fell and the ink was everywhere but the story remains the same as I lay claim to the song that I wrote it became my child, my soul, my heart, my life he stole it that night as if he had the right what would you have done if it were you?

Posted via email from poetrydivas's posterous