Monday, March 14, 2016




      Unlike others...I don't show the full velocity of all my vivaciousness (Lol @ +OhMyMiko) so early in the morning...or the afternoon or like ever… *insert smirking Emoji here...

       
      #ShadyPost

       
      #NotEven

       
      ...but let's get into this.

       
      By now, if you're at all into pop-culture, you've either seen the nude photo (yes, she's nude, but the naughty bits - are they really naughty though - have been redacted) or you've heard about it and may or may not be interested in my take on it. (So. Why. Are. You. Here. Again? Lol-ish.)

       
      Strangely enough, I'm not as interested in said photo or photographed, as it may seem, me writing about it and all, but people tend to ask my opinion on such subjects (eleven to be exact) and being an extremely selfless woman I must give the people what they want.

       
      #YaDig?

       
      #ImKindOfABigDeal

       
      (Flips hair)

       
      The people who find themselves in the limelight intentionally or un-, at times find themselves the focal point of yet another Butterfly Effect1 type of scenario with nary an inkling.

       
      #SillyRabbits

       
      And so, the ponderers of the world, those of us chess-playing every modicum, every miniscule, every minute possibility of any and every situation, we stare into the ether wondering in what world do these people live and how in the ENTIRE world, that these people live in, do they not see what we see?

       
      #iDontGetIt

       
      What I do get is that I see a much deeper incidence than just some woman deciding to photograph herself for likes and I agree and disagree with many of the sentiments that brought the picture to ultraviolet light. Adding insult to injury, not only am I a Libran I am also a writer and I just see things from many different angles. Some good.  Some bad. My opinion may not matter to the general population, especially the millennials who tend to appreciate a read in characters of 140 or less, but it absolutely matters in the grand scheme of things that shape the society we live in and the children we raise. 

       
      #WhereThemKeedsIsAt2

       
      Again, my opinion may not matter, especially to those who somehow discredit my space here with phrases like: "That thing you do"…"Oh, she can write?" I can read too, surprisingly. …"Do people really want to read that much"…"Is that like a topic-topic"…"Is it 'controversial' or does she just want attention"3 ...Do you know what I say to that: 

       

      A). Obviously, attention is not an issue for me; I shun it, truth be told and anyhow, are you here reading or nah?

      B). Whose blog is this? #Exactly.

      C). This is not so much about the controversiality of the latest publicity stunting nudes, as they are wont to be called, but more about feminism and role models.

       
      Yeah, let's get into this.

       
      Briefly, but completely.

       
      Define feminist.

       
      A feminist is a person who believes that women should have equal treatment. Period. A feminist is not, by nature or definition, a male-hating woman. If you hate men, the totality of men: 1). I feel sorry for you, Sun. You got 99 problems…I’m thinking that whole b word might be one..? I mean, I don’t know, but I’d have that checked out. Soon. By a professional. Or Jesus. That’s where I’d go with that one. #iMJustLiterallySaying; and 2). Please take yourself somewhere else, like completely: YOU. ARE. NOT. WELCOMED. HERE.

       
      I love you all, truly and deeply, but this hate mongering, of any kind, is unacceptable and you have got to go thaaaaaaat way.  You’re making us all look bad. And if you know me at all, you know for a certainty that looking bad is so not my thing. I guess you were raised that way.

       
      #GirlBye

       
      Define role model.

       
      A role model is someone to whom one looks for guidance; someone who possesses a level of knowledge, understanding, stature, health, wealth4, that you aspire to. Having the title of celebrity does not a role model make. #YodaIsSoInTheBuilding. The very definition of celebrity is the state of being well-known and is Christmas-mouse silent on being well-knowledgeable. What does being seen have to do with being a positive person in this world? What does that say about the influence so-called celebrities have on me, you and/or our families?

       
      #NotNathan

       
      And that’s the kicker, idn’t it? If and when we speak of these people, let us use their actions or non-actions as conversational springboards to teach our youth how to think, not what to think, which is what both the music and television industries are designed to do. Because, and work with me here, it’s not what our children, biological and otherwise (it really does take a village) see, it’s what our children think and know. TEACH. THEM.
      If that woman, who has every right in the world to take a nude photo, decides to do so – forget the fact that she is a married woman and a mother – and posts said photo to keep herself relevant, there is nothing anyone other than her husband can say or has a right to say. You allow your children to have access to these sites that have proven time and again to be a place for the saved and the sinner, alike.  If our children are exposed to these things, take responsibility for your parenting. It’s really as simple as that.

       
      (Drops Mic)

       
      I mean, my parents had Richard Pryor Listening parties like every weekend, for goodness sake, and guess what…I ain’t know nathan about a Richard Nobody being a tricky you know what-ey (see, my Mommikins might find herself reading this blog.  It’s doubtful, but it being at all possible, I just didn’t write what we all know I was going to write. And if I did know, way back when, wouldn’t no one else know that I knew. #SeenAndNotHeard) You know why…? It's called respect. Know it. Have it. Spread it. I learned it at home.
      I was a child and I wasn’t exposed to any and everything that my elders were able to know, understand and process, being the adults they were. Let these babies grow up as normal as possible. Childhood is short, adulthood is NOT. 

       
      What say you?

       

       



      1In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state. (Wikipedia)
      1In scientific theory that a single occurrence; no matter how small, can change the course of the universe forever. 1. A man travelled back in time to prehistoric ages and stepped on a butterfly, and the universe was entirely different when he got back. 2. The flap of a butterfly's wings changed the air around it so much that a tornado broke out two continents away. (Urbandictionary.com)

       
      2#WhereAreTheKids (my grammar pedantry syndrome is showing and contrary to popular belief, it is not incorrect to end a sentence with a preposition as I did above *insert smirking Emoji here – because I did it here, again).

       
      3As if. *insert falling down laughing, holding its tummy, it can't get up Emoji, if it exists.
      4Wealth not riches; I’m talking generational wealth, like the Huxtables or the Thompsons (For my BFF, Fee. We will forever love Sister T, fam-a-lam, am I right?!).


       

Sunday, November 29, 2015

...It is Temporary.



Pain.

Arriving without warning 
Tears pooled
Overflowing

Hidden when no one's around
Vision thick and Smokey
Cloning

Empty words and promises
In a crowd Steppit and Fetchit
Clowning 

No air to breathe; lungs constricted
No end in sight
Stifling

Can't move. Can't feel. Can't see.
Never learned to swim
Drowning

Goddess of love and light
DNA non-plussed free-forming
Such is the life 

Soaring among the clouds 
Heart and soul untamed
Redeeming 

Doves growing caged-in
Seeing

Longing for the moment of flight
Meaning

Gates opened, they are hoaming
Flying south, they are roaming

Comfort zone
Reveling in the abyss
All minds on movement 
What kind of freedom is this

There's no saving another
The process is within
It starts with starting
You need only to begin

Heart and soul irrevocably bereaving
Sacrifices versus choices, the mind is 
Deceiving 

But not the heart

Walking that path wreaks havoc 
Wounds and scars sewn together 
Actions casting doubt
But it's a habit

Open and full of love
Thoughts reeling 
Soul on the mend
Still loving love
Heart Healing 

Choices were made by deceit, sans seething
Secondary picks - shocking and mean-spirited
Internal
Aortic bleeding

Prowess of the aura
Unflinching. Unfailing.
Soul made of gold
Undamaged and still Legendary

The. Pain. Upon. Thee. Is. Simply. Temporary.

Feeling the unending inflicted pain, 
Rhetorical question, "What happened to Standing The Rain..."



#iAmShe 

For all intents and purposes fortunate or un-, this is my life.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

...thinking


And then there was one.

Black girl. 

Complete and thorough.

And I'm feeling good. -- Nina Simone

The Scorpion and the Frog



Heartless

I. Am. Missing. My. Heart.
Literally
Figuratively
My beautiful, open, caring, forgiving
     Heart
Missing
It was there, safe and secure
Behind graffitied glass
Blemished
But 
Crystal. Still.
Inches thick, seven 
And nicked innocuously
Sheltered
And
Then
I believed
     Again
And now it's missing
Whereabouts known
And that's fine...because with no heart
There can be no pain
And anyway, I'm too busy to figure out how I let you in
     Again
This time...

"Heartless..." It echoes through the walls
Now empty
Where once lived a joyous soul 
Reverberations destroying what Life 
Blossomed 
My. Heart.
All chambers, no restraint
Placed
     So giftedly in your numbed palm
And to think: I knew who you were
And
Still
Knowledge-filled and willing
I gave you the key
I. Gave. You. The. Key.

And you stole my heart.

Silly-Silly Girl.
Silly-Silly me.

And the most interesting thought of all is that, one day: I will gladly do it again.

This time, the other heart will be so thoroughly star-fished, it will grow inside the glass focused.

Waiting.
Praying.
For me.

And I will love then, deeply.
Osmosis.

~For all intents and purposes, fortunate and -un...I am She. -- Aisis



     

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Shark Bite!

Shark rescued by swimmers on Italian beach
Read more at http://www.grindtv.com/wildlife/shark-rescued-by-swimmers-on-italian-beach/#Dpsl2MXQ706bDXPt.99


Lions and Tigers and Bears...oh my!

Sharks and Lions are my very favorite animals…however, I also have an extreme love for African Wild Dogs and the Siafu Ant population…

Aaannnnnnnyway.

I love Lions to a very ridiculous degree…I watch Big Cat Diary, like DAILY! I happen to love all big cats…domesticated felines are sooooooo not my forte but I nonetheless respect their presence on earth. The only breed of domesticated feline that may catch my attention is the Siamese.

I did! I did, saw a puddy tat! #TweetyBird is in the hizzzouse!


So, back to the above video…this just literally confirmed everything that all shark enthusiasts are aware of…sharks aren't inherently vicious. They are predatory, yes, but who among us is not?

They must nourish themselves to live.

Do you not?

Anyway, so I'm not going to preach a sermon…enjoy the video and the article.

#LoveAndLight -- Aisis







Just another #TBT kinda day.




#Libra ;)


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