I Love My People?

On a good day you can tolerate them

Hell they are all you got, you need them

Damn they get on your last nerve don’t they?

They will have your back in a tight squeeze

Bust a head to the white meat if folks talk about you

Then turn around and do the same thing

“Who the hell you talking to?”

“I’m talking to you!”

“Boo, I’m just playing!!, I love you too!”

Flip Flop, back, back forth and forth

Can’t stand they ass, can’t get away from the past

In a instant you wonder how you came from the same tree

Am I you? Are you me? Who are we?

We don’t have to like them, love them in Jesus name only.

Save yourself heartache, don’t feel sorrow, what will be will be

Damn they get on my last nerve

I love them though.

Don’t want them to live with me, they gots-ta-go

Feel obligated, so we tolerated and just get fustrated

Who are you? Are you me? Am I you?

I have known you all my life and I have no idea who you are

I am sure of one thing, I will love you from afar

Who are we? Family.

Short and Sweet

knock knock

whose there?

me

me who?

me wan-go home.

Ramblings of my love...

Tiffany Gordon

Wife 4 life

3: I love you

3: I dream you

3: I need you...

I have been alone with nothing but my own thoughts for over FOR-TY minutes and all I have wanted to write was how much I love you and I am thankful for your intimacy and delicacy with my heart. I dream when I am awake...of us, and it is always in color, the only black and white is you and me, no demons, no darkness, just love, embracing, love making, joy. My skin is sensitive to your touch only, butterflies dance in my stomach, I smile even as I write this...reminiscing about you and me. You keep me strong, with each heart beat, it is to the sound of your name. Our first time was my last time, I wish I knew, to document the scene, in my mind is only you and me... Thank you for changing your history and letting me in, you never tried to rewrite me and you let me be who I be. I wouldn’t want to laugh over some “nigga-pie” with anyone but you. I only want to write new chapters with you, create new music to our sound and dance to our rhythm. Your patience is unparalleled, your sweetness is my weakness, I drink you in and now I am always drunk!! Now I lay me down to sleep and thank him, for you. I am so glad that I didn’t have to ride off from Ma V’s yelling “watch our for ya son!” ...

and the oscar goes to...

I am a terrific actor.

i get up and look at myself and act like i am ok with how my hair looks

i walk to work and smile, salute and laugh when i really want to cry

on a good day i dont have to act and i do not have to pretend to be listening

most days are good, but when i need to act, i can fuckin' act

i am a good damn actor

i act like i am listening but i stare at the wall

i act like i am engaged but your voice just gets lower and lower

i practice conversations before they happen so i do not have to think

i am tired of thinking, “what if?” and “when?”

i do not know the future but i know i am a fabulous actor

i won’t allow myself a minute of being alone with my thoughts because a monster creeps in

i dream in color in the dark, but never remember anything but the colors

i take a deep breath, smile and open the door and walk outside

time to start pretending...one day closer to being home again.