"The Black List"

Thursday, February 26, 2009


Sooo... I was invited to the East Coast Screening of HBO's "The Black List" Volume II... and of course, I was in attendance.

"The Black List" profiles some of today's most fascinating and prominent African-Americans, who in the documentary, speak about childhood ambitions that have shaped their lives and the impact they have on the world today. Volume I included Russell Simmons, P. Diddy, Toni Morrison, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Al Sharpton, Keenan Ivory Waynes, Zane, and many more.

Volume II includes:

Majora Carter
Angela Davis
Suzanne De Passe
Laurence Fishburne
Barbara Harris
T.D. Jakes
Deval Patrick
Tyler Perry
Charley Pride
Patrick Robinson
Maya Rudolph
RZA
Melvin Van Peebles
Kara Walker

The entrance to Boston's Strand Theatre was a sight I'm unsure I've ever seen. Mayor Menino's renovation of the urban-stationed theatre is magnificent. Once you hit Columbia Road, you could see the shooting blue lights lace the sky in their criss cross motion. BPD lined the street directing traffic around and away from the theatre. As I walked toward the entrance, I was graced with flashbacks of the "Strand Party" days when high schoolers grinding & wining, lined the lobby walls. This was a tactic used to keep Boston's young off the streets on the weekends and in a safe, supervised place.

People stood in the lobby chatting and greeting each other. I spotted my boss who handed me my bright yellow wristband which I neatly and securely placed on my tiny left wrist.




In a fuzzy rack focus I spotted the red carpet that trailed from a set of grand stairs to a separate entrance. Through that entrance came the first high-profiler of the night. Boston’s Mayor Thomas M. Menino. Menino’s long-time love-affair with the city has made him quite the celebrity, at least to us.

Next came the governor of Massachusetts, Deval Patrick. Patrick is the second elected African-American to hold such a title in the United States. The man is a historic figure before his history is even made. He was the highlight of the night, so of course my boss got him to take a picture with me. As I shook his hand and greeted him, I felt the heat of his gaze. His eye contact radiated knowledge, respect, and power; he has such presence.









As producer Tommy Walker, Deval Patrick, Mayor Menino, and the documentary's creator Timothy Greenfield-Sanders posed for the press, I snapped a side shot from my end of the room.
Upstairs, during the reception, as everyone mingled, greeting old and new friends, I was busy meeting the Founder/President of the The Color of Film, which is the one of the companies that coordinate the Roxbury Film Festival. I’ve been wanting to get involved with this festival for years now, but never had the chance to figure it all out. So you can only imagine how excited I was. Deval Patrick was the highlight of the night. This was the highlight of my night.











There were a few quotes I took note of:

“As a black artist you can paint a wall of smiley faces, and they’ll ask “why are you so angry.”
-Alice Walker
"Our Presence as people has always been there, it was just buried under a lot of sand.”
-RZA
“The little boy that I was, made it through, so as a man, I have the obligation to keep going.”
-Tyler Perry
“I don’t remember a single word that was said at the MLK speech. But I remember how I felt.”
-Deval Patrick
“God may not come when you call him, but he’s always right on time.”
-Melvin Van Peebles
“The Black List” Volume II premieres tonight, exclusively on HBO.












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The Banished Species

Wednesday, February 18, 2009







Sometimes, very rarely though, I just need a hug. Not just a regular hug either. I don't want to ask my sister. Or brother. Or even my BFF. A hug given by strong arms and a warm sheltering embrace. A hug that smells of Armani. When I nestle my head into its chest, my nose is tickled by the Old Spice. When I lift my head I feel the itchy-ness of the beard with soft lips planting that adoring kiss. Just masculinity to be close to. On nights when the ghost of Beantown winter-winds are tearing at my window; your protection is all I'll need. Sometimes I'm just cold. A bigger body gives off more heat, you know.

But I can't.

Why, you ask?

Because I won't.

I choose not to.

Men/Male Species are banned from my life---- almost banished. Not forever, but for now at least. I refuse to let one get that close to me. I give em' an inch, they want to take a mile. I ask you for a hug, you wanna give me some love. Down and dirty 'tween the sheets love. Honestly, that thing down low beneath your hanes has been temporarily removed from my life. Yes, you're banished. Temporarily.

This temporary state will last as long as I deem. It's my choice, so I don't care what Maslow thinks. These are modern times and the age is different. The romanticism era is long gone & forgotten by men of today.

I need food, water, shelter, oxygen, and sleep. Yes, you say love/connection, but there's no page in text where you listed sex. Intimacy is what you said.

But has anyone's words ever reached you much farther than touch would allow you to feel? Well I've had a taste and I refuse to give up on it. It's out there, I know it. At the moment, I'm just not searching.

I'm just not interested.

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Dreaming Of A Summer...

Friday, February 13, 2009



Love Outfit!








.Work Attire.



.A little longer & a bit more sleeve.



.Watch Me.









A proud admittance to one of my style influences.



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"Extra, Extra, Read All About It!"

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Immediately following the new year, well in "work week" terms, the excitement at work began. I missed that first day back, but upon my return, I stumbled into a completely empty office. After being asked if I was in an induced coma for the past few days, I found out that everyone, except for the Big Execs, had been laid off. So since I'm only 22 and not the Exec of anything (but my own life of course) you're wondering what the heck I was doing there right...?

Well, I didn't get the memo. Ha.

Considering we are a non-profit organization and one of our biggest ventures is funded by an outside source, if they don't fund us, we don't have a program. So guess what they decide to do on the programs launch date?

Pull funding. Yes, I said pull it, withdraw, you know fast cash.

Monday was a pretty emotional day from what I heard. Aside from the televised press conference, the mood in the office was not a happy one. As I looked through newspaper & TV-news clippings, I relived the day:

As J.P.K stood and anounced that 17 states along the East Coast from NY as far as VA were going to be left out this winter, employees stood by in disarray, as if a part of their bodies were being dismembered. T'was a sight to see.

So, as I sit in front of the 15" plasma (I actually had work to do) wondering when someone would ease my discomfort and serve me my fate, J.P.K walks in (mind you he SELDOM retreats to this end of the office) face flushed as if he'd just been sprayed with liquid pink blush, announcing that our source was going to fund us after all. The program was back on!

There he goes, throwing around that last name. How he got them to sign back on, only God he knows.

So the commotion began and a reporter from every news station in the city was there on that Wedenesday after-noon. Or maybe it was before, I can no longer recall.

We all lined up in front of the conference room watching J.P.K and the President of our source tell the media that the program would run after all. Low-income families once again have hope in surviving the winter cold.

When asked why I wasn't front and center, before the cameras, in the limelight, beaming my wide-mouthed, chinky-eyed smile, I replied,"Do you see me? My attire and hair are not suitable for front page press!" In return, I received a chuckle and a shake of the head.

I mean, I didn't look that bad in my grey slacks, peach-ish pink-ish half turtle neck, buttoned in the back above a flattering peekhole, schrunched down the sides, fitted top. The died jet black tresses on my scalp were parted down the middle and pulled to one side, exposing my wide Pacific Islander shaped face. But Mama Yayo always taught us not to ever leave the house looking anything less than presentable, because "you never know who you're going to meet."

Well yeah, I guess she was preparing me for my life. Literally.

Either way, that definitely wasn't going to be one of the first times I, Belle Posh was going to be seen on TV.

Yeah, right guys.


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"Thick Chicks"

Sunday, February 8, 2009

I'm not a "thick chick"...

But ummm...yea...




Trapped in my books, needed a little release. Hope you enjoyed.

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Sweetest Dream

Saturday, February 7, 2009

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
Far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure

Lying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever

I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
Well, I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just wanna hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time

I don't wanna close my eyes

I don't wanna fall asleep

'Cause I'd miss you, babe

And I don't wanna miss a thing

'Cause even when I dream of you

The sweetest dream will never do

I'd still miss you, babe

And I don't wanna miss a thing...

Aerosmith - Don't Want To Miss A Thing - 1998

~Written By Diane Warren


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HiS

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

This is an ode I wrote almost 3 years ago. Its an account of the relationship between a friend and I. We had an enigmatic chemistry. This is exactly how I felt when I was around him...

His face/for the first time/was strange to me/i didn't know how to picture him.../

His unsure touch/when he rubs me/its kinda like he's nervous/he just wants to get it right/the steady/repetitious/stroke of his handle/soothes me/like a baby/being hushed to sleep/it only makes me want him more/

I find myself/yearning/just to be/in his presence/

Just to feel/his manly hands/rub my back/his hands up/and down my thigh/his lips/touch my soft cheek/his warm breath/on the nape of my neck/

His hold is my escape/my haven/my only refuge/from my daily agony/

When his arms/are wrapped around me/i feel/his warm embrace/If only i could savour the moment/for it wont last/forever/its only a matter of seconds/before he pushes me away/looks me in the face/then turns/away/stands up/caresses my chin/and walks away/

Constitution Date: May 2006


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"Mezeker Means To Remember"

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Dying for some Def Poetry...





So every week I'll post a new Poetry/Spoken Word video.

I've always wanted to be in one of these performances. Well in the audience at least, I'm way too shy to say anything aloud.

Maybe when I make my trip to NYC this spring break I'll go see some spoken word...

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