Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone, maybe love is not ready for you.
Maybe you are not ready for love.
Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.
Maybe love is only there for a month.
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t.
Maybe love shouldn’t.
“If I should have a daughter…“Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.
And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”
But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.
I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.
You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.
And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
“Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”
Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.
Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”
Being loved is not the same thing as loving.
When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle-jumping.
It is realizing you have hands.
It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home.
Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman men will hurt.
If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.
It is hard to stop loving the ocean, even after it has left you gasping, salty.
So forgive yourself for the decisions you’ve made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night,
And know this: know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.
Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place.
You are a woman who can build it herself.
You were born to build.
I’m such a romantic. I’m also sensitive and passionate and I love loving.
Everyone over the past few weeks kept asking… “when are you dropping ‘____’ remix?” So I thought to myself…what if I just did one big ol’ megamix?
The idea stuck and now… voila! Enjoy everyone! #HappyNeuYear
I BEEN ON
DRUNK IN LOVE (FEAT. JAY Z)
STANDING ON THE SUN
When I tell you I’ve been dancing for the past 30 minutes non-stop
Adult life is full of ups and downs. Long nights spent laughing and loving may not last as long as we’d like, as we rise in the morning to a disheveled bed and bills we don’t need a splash of cold water to know, this shit is real.
For some college students the looming responsibility becomes overwhelming and their end goal becomes less important than living for the moment. College is great. College is sex, drugs and rock and roll literally. There is almost no way you can attend an HBCU and never meet temptation. Parties are coo, drug ehh whateva, and alcohol only taste good to alcoholics, but all these things are so inviting when everybody is smiling and passing the paraphernalia.
The line between a good time and a bad time is so thin, as black scholars the line is even thinner. Any misconduct can cause you to lose your opportunity at being a professional and bettering the community in the manner you would like.
Don’t think they not out there looking for us. Being young gifted and black is difficult and sometimes you just want to chill, but it’s not that simple. If you’re religious, we livin’ in Eden and those things you think you are doing in the dark are apple bites.
So brothas and sistas stay strong. Keep reading, keep writing, always be present, and know that your purpose is bigger than you. If you are feeling low, reach out to those that will pick you up. If the ones you surround yourself with only bring you down, you ain’t with the right folks.
~Ase Miss Ade
Now, I know that Howard is the TURNUP capital, its the Mecca after all, however, in my experience you will need to know a little about Jesus during this journey to help you along the way. SO for those interested in Howard Religious Life here are a few tips.
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