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Marbre

About Me

I AM the girl who’s in love with the world. I extract flashes of perfection from everything that wanders across my path, especially when it’s hard to find - I put it in my pocket and will give it to you if you can’t find the beauty in your own path. I will give you enumerated lists of reasons why you matter. I am known to shock the shit out of you when I remember random bits of information that you didn’t think I caught when your eyes let them fall. I’m the one person who can identify all the random shards that make you, you. I will show you the perfection in your journey, and in mine. I will leave post-it notes to remind you so you won’t forget. I am the high that spites every low. I am the girl that speaks “boldly and loudly, and in very public places” about what matters to me and about what should matter to you. I am the one that fights the good fight every time - even if it means that I’ll never make the millions that my mind could earn me. I am larger than life – mostly because my life is about carrying more than my share. I love words, I love beauty, I love living. I see far, I dream big, I work hard, play harder, and love hardest. I see possibility in everything. I am the one who will dare to change the world by loving it. I don’t subscribe to prescribed religion because I could never buy something that just doesn’t fit, but I have faith – I have faith in my dreams, in potential, in possibility, in destiny and that one lifetime has the power to change it all.By: Susannah (cause that’s how we roll bredren!)

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Frantz Fanon, my great-grandfather, a moment perhaps with Ella Baker, Ben Balla, John Lewis, Malcolm X, Assata Shakur, Marcus Garvey (and of course his wife Amy), Archabald Motley, Obama (both of them- adopt me i say adopt me), Prince Charles (so we can fall madly in love and change the color of European royalty), and Nelson Mandela.

My Blog

My girl is going to write the world (and me) back to divine...

My girl Caitlin (who is going to Ghana with a posse of other disgustingly talented writers) wrote this poem for me. It was the bringing of tears and smiles. I wanted to share- mostly as a means of cou...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 14:44:00 GMT

Incantation for Bush’s "Victorious" African Tour

Let me suggest we not make promises we cannot keep Let us find a midnight to crawl full bellied into Create Makeshift forevers amid emptied chest cavitiesFill ourselves to nausea with butterscotch sen...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 08:06:00 GMT

The newness of midnight

It will always be remembered as the time of Pray FlagsDangling like past ripened fruitLimp from the sunlight Pierced by the time Pray Flags Masquerading as kites Drawn tight to mark the openings of wi...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 22:39:00 GMT

Something about the rain...or reasons why my summer kicks your summers ass

It was all bitter and coarse at first. Crowds of strangers with vaguely familiar faces and a heat that swelters thoughts until they fall over themselves and resign to the inability to gather. It was m...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 00:59:00 GMT

A dirge before its time

I imagine the last breath always comes Like this A negligent flicker of lids A fluttering of heartbeats A melody lost to its own reframe   The end Will be more of a surprise then a prophecy ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 06:25:00 GMT

Can't Sleep- how bout a myspace posting?

The anger comes here last Mornings teach us When you roll regret on your tongue long enough It will begin to taste bitter The dreams you stay off with the nightmares Ware on spirits fatigued f...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 02:29:00 GMT

We are the ones we have been waiting for...

It was fashion show madness at Columbia University last night- the last in a series of overpriced, under planned Black History Month Festivities. I have spent the entirety of the month condemning the ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 10:47:00 GMT

V-Day sounds like D-day...

It is a wieght he brings Carries it across lacerated backs a surrender An acknowledgment That he believed in us Only in darkness   He is all now   Breaths Steady and fast   &...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 17:07:00 GMT

George White - December 1901

The sadest day In history Will only be remembered by those of us Who refuse To forget   A lone black man Stands Tongue like molasses Dreams stale From the beating Memories etched raw on thro...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 11:33:00 GMT

Walking in circles...

It is finals at Columbia University (which at the moment defines my universe- to the extent that when voices beyond these gates beckon me something below my heart and above my gut moves with complete ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 06:35:00 GMT