Will you still love me if I told you that I wear the same bra for three weeks in a row? Or that I dont always wash my sheets every week? Or that I have to repeat last semister? Or that I ‘ugly’ cry and smoke cigerettes at three in the morning sometimes? Or that I listen to the same song 500 times and then I can’t hear it again for like three years? Or that I use the word ‘like’ like waay too often? Because these little things are what matters when you are mad at me and only you can see yourself back to us. I don’t want that to be the way you remenber me. I want you to remember how I put my ear plugs in after you’ve fallen asleep and take them out before you wake up. And how I fight back my tears so that you could tell me about your bad day. I want you to remember how I’d drive when you were too tired and how I always told your mother she was in your mind for you. These are the little things that matters. And if you think about everything; good and bad, and still leave one night while it’s raining and we had been fighting all day or one morning when my chewing annoyed you enough, I would be sad but I would know that you were never the one. Because, baby, my bad habits and characteristics are bad but the love I can give to you will drive you crazy when you are sitting in the back seat of your friend’s car and you have been drinking and smoking and the music and wind blowing in your face is defening. Or while you are on the beach with the blazing sun above you and the warm sand below you. No, it wouldn’t hit you when you are in the club with your friends or when you are introducing her to your family or even when work is stressing you out. It will hit you you when you least expect it. When you are at peace. When you are alone in the car after a long day and you want someone to take you home safely. Or when she shows you her new bra and you remember that I only had 4 pairs and only wore one. So baby, before you give up, before you let go…don’t think about the fight…think about the little things. They make up the big things, after all. They are what makes us who we are. They are what makes you mad but they are also what made you love me in the first place. And if you still leave after thinking about everything; I’ll be sad but I will can’t be mad because I will know that I was never the one.
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.
Killers need to kill. It’s surprising how many writers ignore this very specific and important piece of the ones they claim are killers, heartless or not. Sometimes, there’s a difference between the character we describe in the text and the actions the character takes. An…
beware of those ‘when u getting ur weave back in baby?’ ass niggas
beware of those ‘why u wearing that crazy ass color lipstick?’ ass niggas
beware of those ‘what did she do to get beat so badly?’ ass niggas
beware of those ‘ew that bitch is fat’ ass niggas
beware of those ‘dark skin…
Most women have stretch marks and cellulite so I don’t understand why people are still continually shocked when a woman reveals herself and she has them.
Stretch marks are not a big deal and are not disgusting.
Cellulite is not a big deal and is not disgusting.
People need to grow up and realize that it’s not an uncommon thing and that humans will come in all shapes and sizes.
Bruce Wayne/Batman - Joe Manganiello
Clark Kent/Superman - Jon Hamm
Diana/Wonder Woman- Lynn Collins
John Stewart/Green Lantern - Idris Elba
Wally West/The Flash - Patrick Wilson
J’onn J’onzz/Martian Manhunter - Lance Riddick
Dinah Laurel Lance/Black Canary - Amber Heard
Arthur Curry/Aquaman - Jason Momoa