Golden Daze

I am wise and gentle.

I own the sweetest heart and wear the kindest hands.

My hair is the Pacific ocean and my curves are the surrounding continents.

My high cheek bones represent clouds and the sky's, well when it rains it pours out of my optic nerve.

On my stomach lays Africa, and right up under it is the core where you can enter the world.

My cocoons are in my brain and they wait patiently to fly into the world through my teeth.

My seasons come and go monthly in order for me to , one day, plant a seed inside of me.

Summer is my favorite because my skin turns a golden brown like a roasted nutt.

I visit a far far place often in order to stay sane.

This place is dark, lonely, and on top of a ice glacier.

I'll climb for days to reach that peace but after a while I have to go back into space.

In space we don't breath and we like to turn each others worlds around.

I always play with neptune and when I hit my foot on the ice lands and now I can barely walk.

Put you first in your prime years, Men will always be around.

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I just want to thank you...

     I am Thankful! What are you thankful for? I'm thankful for my beautiful soul, my forgiving spirit, and every flaw that comes with it. I am thankful for my high cheek bones, my tall bones, and my big thighs. I am thankful for my mature voice, good attitude, and my indecisive way of thinking. I am thankful for my Mother and Father who conceived me, but most of all thankful for my grandmother who has raised me. I am thankful for the angels god have placed especially to assist me through my journey.I am thankful for every step that had brought me here today. I am thankful for my freedom and how far my   race has come as a culture. I am thankful for the words of encouragement and discouragement. I am thankful for the support and help of those who truly love me. I am thankful for the people who have hurt me, because you put a move on my heart. I am thankful for rejection and hurt because It has made me stronger. I am thankful for those who didn't think I was needed because I have mastered the idea of letting people go. I'm thankful for my healthy body and my good contiaus that makes sure I dont us drugs or poison myself with alcohol. I am thankful for those who truly love me for me, through thick and thin. I am thankful for my strong legs that make me walk the footsteps to destiny. I am thankful for my beating heart. I am thankful for my working blood, and the system that cleanses me every month so that one day I can birth a healthy baby to call my own. I am thankful for the opportunity to change the world. I am thankful for my eyes that have exposed me to the real world. I am thankful for my 20/20 vision because I was once blured until obctacles taught me how to view things clear. I am Thankful!

Where is the weekend?

  It is November 24,2015 and I woke up at 6 AM tired. I often wake up angry and mad. My grandma is real loud and in the morning she tends to scream which is not the way I would like to start a productive day, But hey *Shurgs* that's just the way she operates. I can block out a lot and I have a skill for things in that nature.
     Last night I spent all night doing unproductive things like searching YouTube, folding clothes, and not doing my homework.  I have a math test in a few hours and I hold a 89% in that class so I need to bring my A game today. Although I'm a senior I feel like I've been having "Senorities" for the last few years. My focus just isn't always there. But back to this math test, Math always was cool to me, I love how it isn't easy and it provides me with a challenge. I should've studied, geesh I SHOULD HAVE STUDIED. No how about every Tuesday we have to dress business in my entrepreneur class and my teacher is so tedious. One time, My hair wasn't combed how she like it so I got a ZERO. Like are you serious? If you don't wear heels you will receive a ZERO! Talk about punctual. In hindsight I really couldn't dress professionally but now I'm fly with it. I saved up all summer for a rainy day and now ,every so often, I purchase suits and nice shiny pearls. School is a breeze as a senior with a 3.5 GPA and I'm hoping that by January I can receive my first 4.0 here at Cass Tech. It's hard though, and I have to balance academics, personal life, AND all of the that I run.
   It's time for me to go now and adventure through this day. Now my school has 6 long tall floors and I'm aiding at the moment in our library but in about 5 minutes I'll go from the 6th floor to the 3rd floor in my Platen leather pumps. It's usually super crowded in here and filled with thousands of crazy children. I used to be insecure about being 5'10 with my high heels but now I like it. I almost love wearing my heels on Tuesdays.

10:43 AM, Of course my English teacher is late. She is so easy going, actually I lied she is not easy at all. I like her though because she has the best interest in us. She was raised in Detroit and struggled just like us so I think she understands. PLUS, she was my English teacher in the 10th grade and she is over our broadcast journalist program—in which I love. She was opened many opportunities for a high school teacher. Just yesterday we were on Channel 4 representing Cass Tech. GO CT!! Well...we are watching this movie "Beowulf", I've already lost interest. I'm sitting alone...oh and she has just walked in. She hates phone so....gracias.

So it's 6:04 PM and my friends and I are on the way up to University of Michigan. I'm a aspiring Communications major. Next year I'll be at Michigan State and i don't know I'm just getting "Prepared". Michigan State University- School of Communication. Being in Newspaper is really helping me gear towards my decision to pursue Broadcasting. Well now we are on the free way on the way to interview some University of Michigan Football players for an upcoming article.
Cass Tech Football Hopefully this year I'll choose exactly what I want to major. Cass tech has opened so many opportunities and i don't know things have been good. Back to this free way ride, I'm tiredddddd.

11:19 and finally I'm in my BED! Today was great. It started off shaky but I've tackled another great one. ( LOL Look at me using football terms now, I'm getting sports fever I swear.) We met up with a few great guys who currently play for UofM. They were getting ready for their game against OSU, and I think its going to be a great game. After we were done we headed over to Red Robins to grab a meal and the Waitress was SO ignorant. Yikes, and I am not leaving that link below because I wouldn't recommend it to my worse enemy. In all today was great.....MICHIGAN vs. Ohio State University

Comment and let me know a bit about your Twisty Tuesday


.................below I'll post links to a few things I mentioned above.


Business Attire
Business Pumps

Letting Go

I probably will read this to myself a trillion times, and with hope you'll just have to read it once and change your life.

I am happy and angry. I am kind and mean. Let me just.....Provide some Hindsight.

You just CAN NOT PLEASE EVERYONE! I mean you can gone ahead and try to please everyone but I am not wasting my precious time, any longer. For what? To be hurt, confused, and feeling unfortunate? If you can't see me for me you shouldn't see me at all. Actually if I could disappear out of your world I WOULD! See I've spent a long time trying to understand why people can't understand me. I sure can answer that question now, "Fuck Them". They don't see out of my brown eyes and they damn sure don't walk with my big hips. I wanted to make everyone happy and see everyone smile. The pressure was so tough as a teenager because we want to be what people see us as.Wise man once told me, "Lanaylove, you don't need nobody! Only person you can be accountable for is you because that's the one thing that can't take". This was the day I put me, in front of them, and saw her. I'll be respectful and loving because that's how my geniune heart was designed. But at the end of the day the real questions are..

• Who are you to judge me?
• Who died and made you king of anything?
• Why should I change me for people who don't love me?
• Why conduct myself in a way that is beneath me to retain your interest?

I soon learned that it would be impossible for me to try to fit in with such weak people. When I was younger they wanted me sound more.."white" because of my diverse skin tone. Being pressured into fitting in can make a person feel lonely. I started to feel like an outcast and I questioned myself. I started buying expensive clothes with small earnings..I started buying long weave and straightening my curls..I replaced all that made me unique for everything that makes you all the same.

 Insecurites are REAL! Did you hear me? You never know what someone is going through. So for you to feel like your comment is so GODLY that you just had to speal it is disgusting. So in order to let go and forgive yourself for falling victim...You, RIGHT NOW, Need to cleanse. If you're the smartest, most confident,in the room, walk away. If you're the lowest, saddest , because of your peers, walk away. It takes nothing but a few steps to walk away from what is hinduring you. They can't hold you back forever.......So stop kissing ass, You don't have to do this...You're better than that!

But only if you're ready to let it go.

-Lanaylove

My first kiss went A little like this....

      Yikes!! "Do I look good? Is my hair nice? Is he coming?", I'd say insecurely. I can remember being the tallest sixth grader on earth, well at least that's what I thought way back when. The pressure of being pretty was so not what I was thinking about I just knew beautiful couldn't fit in my vocabulary. I was HUGE, no seriously I was 5'7 in the sixth grade. See now at seventeen 5'7 is perfect but back then if the world would have ended I would've blamed it on my big bones. Looking back I was pretty ignorant about it, and the only people who bullied me about it are the guys who admire me now. Except this one guy, and I couldn't quite figure out why. He was all cool and to himself, and Me? I was loud and punctual. In fact I could go socialize and entertain all day but for him he would just blend into the back. I would get all shy around him and run. He could walk right up to me and have a full conversation while his friends tussled and fought after school like wild monkeys.  While we sat, waiting  patiently for our tired parents who took their slow time to come retrieve their energized kids. Boy,oh boy, when I got home the only thing I could talk about was him and my Nana would always say, "Girl, you better stay away from those boys!" I'd smile as I completed my homework with my stomach completely filled with butterflies. Anxious for the next day, I'd lay out my cute oxford pleated skirt and my bright yellow polo school shirt. Charter schools can be so tedious and everyone had to look the same; Not I! I wore my long socks with my two pressed pig tales because my big cousin from Arizona was in town and she loved doing my thick-long hair.
   This day was going to be different and I felt it in my soul. It was a Friday, my hair was done up all nice, our cheerleader sleep over was later that night, and my grandma was finally letting me join my team! I pranced around the halls smiling and carrying on. I hadn't saw my guy friend all day and I figured after a while he might not have attended school or that maybe he was avoiding me. I continued on with the day and right before the day ended I saw him. Probably would've ran, like usual, but this time I sat in the hallway and waited for him to acknowledge me before he could see that I saw him. And before I knew it he was right in front of me jocking with his childish buddy and what not. I looked up at them, "whats so funny little boys?" and they laughed at me. What else could I do? I started laughing as well. His friend walked away and said, "Bet you wont kiss her."At this point I'm all confused and in the mind I AM LIVID because why would he want to kiss me? Why would I kiss you? Do people really kiss their boyfriends?Kissing is nasty!... That boy bended over, grabbed my blushing checks, and pecked my virgin lips.


I decided to blog to you "My first kiss went a little like this"...To show my young audience that young love is OKAY! (Now I am not encouraging any one to conduct their selves in a disorderly manner or live off of the choices I have made.)