FINALLY getting to update my blog. Of course I would love to do it more often but seeing that my raggedy Acer has finally kicked the bucket, I don't have access to a computer. Yeaaa....
Just got back from spending the 4th with my family. It was very, er, bittersweet. Yes, I was happy to be with them. My mom and I tried new recipes, went out with my cousin Saturday night, and to my aunt's Sunday for a cookout. Yet, I still felt as if something was missing- Detroit. I realized that with the exception of trips to Mississippi or Chicago on the 4th, I've always spent the holiday in Detroit. We'd have plenty of food, drinks, and it would be no need to purchase fireworks since everyone on the block had enough (illegal) fireworks to make the Target fireworks look like a joke. I miss home soooo much. It's weird because the whole scenario behind WHY we left Detroit pains me, and I believe I've never actually dealt with the pain. As I was telling my cousin Millie yesterday, it hasn't registered in my mind that we left Coyle. In my mind, I'm just away at college, Coyle is still there, and I just haven't been home to visit? Sounds crazy I know, but I was born and raised in Detroit. That house has countless memories, some of which bring a tear to my eye when I think of it. But change is supposed to be good right? Everyone LOVES change. Yeah. Save that ish for the birds.
On a different note, I've started writing poetry again. It’s a little known talent that I have that I don't always like sharing with others. When I was younger, I used to win awards for my poetry. Now, I'm more hesitant to share my thoughts and feelings (eh, aside from blogging) with others. Seeing that I have grown emotionally, spiritually, mentally and have went through some trying experiences, my poems cover material that may be shocking to others. Maybe not shocking, but it would have them look at me in a different light. “Wait, why’d you write that?” “Yep I told you so..” “OMG, why didn’t you tell me?!” Then I would to go through the trouble of explaining why I wrote what I wrote, and what happened, blah, blah, blah. I would like to think that sometimes, an “artist” cannot explain their thought process. Therefore, they are private. However, I gave you sample of the last line of my recent poem with the title of this blog. :-)
Before I go, I would like to point out that I'm dealing with a lot of emotions right now, anxious and confused being the top two. But I'll just sit back and see how things work. I’m ready.
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