friends. family. music. dancing. reading. esp. my bible. (refer to my books section). some sports. art. writing. singing. livin la vida loca. clubbing.
there a quite a few famous people i'd like to meet: meghan good, keyshia cole, vivian green, geoff rickly, lil wayne, fabolous, mary j blige, mariah carey, whitney houston, alicia keyes, amerie, ciara, chris brown, jean michel basquiat, kelis, beyonce,jim jones, mario, sammie,zoe saldana, morris chestnut, ashton kutcher, sanaa lathan, models, designers, connects...
as far as regular-out of the limelight- people like me... im attracted to people with strong personalities. people who know who they are and in a breif conversation become a part of my life forever, have inspired me in some way, people i can learn from, people who tend to not swim with the other fish and tend to go against the grain of society... or anything for that matter, people with similar musical intrests or similar interests period, art, music, poetry etc. appreciators are welcome in my life. be unique, be eccentric, and be you and youll be befriended by me.
i love reading.
the ULTIMATE student bible: rainbow study edition: good news translation (GNT) [ you might wanna invest in one of these babies!!!]
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
jesus. my mommy. my grandad.