Something Sweet

   In a galaxy far beyond our own millions of years ago, a Star gave birth to the world. Many different beings came to the baby shower expecting the event to be just a small welcoming get-together on Venus. But then someone spilled their glass of fruit punch on the shag rug. It was an accident in total honesty, but Momz was a worry wart and a perfectionist. When she saw the fruit blended concoction run slowly from the glass of imperfection, embedding the rug in what seemed to be a disfigured heart, Momz lost it. And everyone braced themselves.
   What was suppose to be an easy solution quickly escalated into deep breathing patterns of heep, heep, hoof hoof, whooooooooosah. With every heep her eyes would roll and with every hoof sweat would pour from the space between her crown and eyes. And the whoosah only compounded the situation. The effect was in reverse! Someone shouted, SHE'S GONNA HAVE THE BABY!!!!
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Fireflies in the Night Sky...

   I went to go see the debut McWit Productions of Black Men on Sex yesterday. It was the male and perhaps better version of the female show, Black Girls on Sex. Im sure all of you remember how awesome that show was.
   The BMS show was slightly more self reflecting than the one I was apart of. By the time I made it home to recount the days' events, I had become inspired to be more independent as a woman. The last couple months Ive been feeling the pressure of accepting all of lifes' trials and tribulations and learning how to compress ill emotions that would fester from such woes, and let me tell you- it is so much easier to whine and cry about problems than it is to keep moving and STAY POSITIVE.

There. I said it.

    But during this journey Ive found that before anyone can demand maturity and independence of another, one must possess such qualities in themselves. Perhaps that's why so many people live in unhappy relationships. There's no hope in trying to make someone be something that they are either not, or incapable of ever being.
   This is why self love is so important, and why self reflection is imperative BEFORE re-entering the dating scene. Especially if the previous relationship was spent beyond a years' time. I do a lot of self reflection and rethinking past situations that could have been done differently that I try to not make the same mistakes twice. I understand how precious patience is during rough times. I understand moreso how to truly define the strengths and weaknesses of self, and how to be absolutely OK with those flaws.

We are human people.

   No matter how important it is to seem superhuman and flawless, in the realm of being succumb to true unadulterated love, who would want perfection? The beauty is finding the smoothest rhythm between the two, and falling in love with the groove that was made comfortable amongst you.
   We've all had our moments of heartbreak from relationships that went sour, but take a moment and really examine what went wrong, (and/or previous relationship) and be honest about the mistakes made from both sides. Its important to do so because most will just move on to the next person, fall blindly into another love bubble I like to call, the infatuation of difference, and the cycle will continue. Most of the time, when people finally realize their mistake, it is too late. And sometimes its a good thing.

   "Life is a movie and we both said cut, but most times darlin the sequel sucks." That was a Wale lines which basically means, going back to an ex is sometimes redundant and a waste of time. And the people that don't try again, and Ill even go as far to say know they wouldn't have a second chance, are left feeling content with their choices. They may be happy. But the level of excitement is different. The intensity of their love affair is not nearly as enjoyable or worth fighting for as before.

I know this to be true.

Am I victim? Sure. Have I done my damage? I suppose.

Here's a good question..
Do I feel as though I may never love as hard or explosive as before? Sometimes.
Often times I'm nervous to be in that place again because I know it will happen again. But i do think its normal to feel that way. I believe the level of uncertainty in this category welcomes maturity, independence, serendipity, and of course a sound mind.
   I remember the greatest love I encountered being unexpected yet so very refreshing.
And right on time.
I knew what I wanted and how I needed to be treated. Once I received it with open hands, I vowed to never let it go as long as it would have me. I in turn loved hard. We loved hard. We danced to the melody of us on replay until the disc itself skipped.

For that alone I will forever love, love. We are one. To love in a rush, one must remember that feeling. "And don't it feel good to just no longer be pretending to feel that feeling. You probably don't remember the last time you felt that feeling. And if heaven ain't a feeling then heights you ain't fearing.." -Harold Green
      As I write this I realize I will only become a better person growing to be a better woman. I know what it takes to cater to boys. I know how to keep a boys attention.. that's easy. The challenge of keeping a man's attention has been accepted. I cannot demand a man to be everything to and for me whilst not elevating to be his everything.
His Queen.
Real will always recognize its counterparts, but will also magnetize towards what's true.

And these words are true.
Spoken from the land of Kovu.
I am SHE,
ParaLectra

Para Trues

      Well hello my lovely peoples! It has been a minute, sheesh! First and foremost I thank the Most High for everything that has taken place in my spoken word career thus far, and I know this is only the beginning. I will catch all of you up to speed in the most possible order that I can remember. LOL.

    I had my first feature for a showcase organization called RawArtist. It's a collaborative entertainment organization created for ANY creative soul that wants to share their talent with the world. They help bring out the shy and nervous to become more proud of their craft. So as a relatively new spoken word artist I didn't want to pass such opportunity up. There are so many pics, videos, new fans, and even bigger venues that are available to me all from this show.  The event was at Bartini's downtown July 17th during the Black Expo. A wise man once told me, "your front rowers will never be who you expect, so you should always represent yourself as the best performance people will ever see." With that, I had a great time. My RawArtist pg is: rawartists.org/paralectra. Below are a few pics from the night.

Erotic Slam: Team Dayton vs Indy Squad.
I mean seriously, I commend every prolific writer that takes the time to write such erotic poetry without making it sound extra creepy and triflin'. And cliche`. I'm just being real.

I honestly didn't intend on being on the Indy team for this slam. I just figured there was going to be an open mic (as always) and share my LITTLE piece of erotic I wrote from a challenge given back in February. Well. Word got out, and was somehow placed on the squad.

I  personally blame Ms Gabby.

Nonetheless, the challenge was accepted and I had fun. The sexy was definitely created and I'm anticipating those pics!!

Oh as a footnote, Team Indy won. But shout out to the opposing team because on some real shit, THEY CAME WITH THAT HEAT...
putting my name in a rhyme.
Which was mega sexy.

OK.
Thanks to an awesome BGS sister, I am a contributing writer for the Indianapolis Recorder Newspaper!! Here's the link: ParaThoughts !! Share with all of your friends.

Hmm. What else?

OK. That's right.

   A wonderful role model of mine has inquired about me joining her Incite2Insight Magazine for the city of Indianapolis. Not just a contributing writer, a STAFFED writer WITH a MF column!

Marinate on that.

If I get matched with an organization and begin working with the people, I will be a Public Allie. sp? Lol. There's so many awesome people in the world and I'm glad to meet them all and not just through the arts.

The title of my ep is called Guitar in the Hood. It was initially entitled the "Ionic Disposition of a Poetic Writer," and the moment I was banking on that long and perhaps exhaustive title, the words of a wise man whispered in my ear reminding me to never stop at your first idea. THANK YOU.

With that, yes. I have a guitar named Moses. Had him for two years and we are working absolutely amazing together.

     Man. I'm so grateful for everything. In the words of my Popz, my change is coming. When your steps are ordered under the name of the Most High, who can steer you wrong? All glory goes to God. After three years of figuring out who, what, when, where, and how I want to do things my life is looking up. I'm maturing. I'm finally growing into the woman I could only imagine to become and it only gets better.
    Earlier this year I blogged about 2013 being the year of the snake. I'm considered an earth snake according to my astrological make up. I believe this to be true because since February I have beholding everything that I thought were intangible. I have indeed been knocking down barriers and triumphing through the strong holds that tried to keep me smothered.

I'm alive

And I'm so in love.

And I am SHE
ParaLectra