Mirror

Ugh...
the slow tears racing down my face.
the beautiful melody screaming from Deborah cox voice
the innocent conversation between brother and sister.
The truth spills from her mouth as though she's been waiting for this conversation for a while now.
Mentally I leap into her arms as she tells me the truth and gives the best advice a big sister can give.
Why are transitions so hard?
Whoever said growing up was the best thing to do?
I'm battling a identity crisis, I'm beginning to see me for Reggie.
I allow others to influence me and create a artificial human being that knows no reality.
I've become some comfortable with living with my insecurities that I've learned how to cover them; i.e (fashion, dance, electronics)
The biggest battle of them all is the battle of my sexuality.
I no longer wish to love another man, to sleep with another man, cuddle with another man.
But have i become so comfortable with this lifestyle that I cant let it go.
I'm scared to even think about not doing it because i will feel lost.
It's as though im starting from puberty all over again
Re-Living the high school years, freshman year of coLLege.
"meshia16:if it was really meant for u to be that way then u would be happy with doing so...
meshia16: so u need to get a reality check.
By far the most inspirational words I've heard in a really long time.
It doesn't take expensive metaphors and pronouns to create sensational advice.
The little words is what strikes home.
This transition will be difficult but Im Letting go.
I'm Done. It's about time I started Living for me.
The Question is Where do I go from here??

Desperate Infection

Desperate Infection

Who is this person?
Where did this person come from?
Their eyes are brown, hair mahogany!
He looks familiar but I can’t quite describe it.
That smile… I know It from somewhere
Where did I meet this person???
There distinct laugh rings a bell but I can’t put my finger on it.
The language he speaks makes no sense; pay it, tried it, ke-ke.
What the hell does all this mean?
They speak in this code that doesn’t correlate to Webster.
I believe I met him in middle school.
I remember him being the track star with all the girls.
His high waist-ed pants and black Steve Boot.
His high-top Doc Martins with Blue Skinny
The piercing in his ear... the tragus though?
O... wait. damn he has his arm pierced too?
What happened to the Old Reggie?
The spinning cyclone of modeling is what they call him.
But the niggas still yell; "that's my son". Why are they yelling this when this young man thinks that putting his hand on his hips is cool.
Hanging around boys with pumps and wigs is normal to him.
I don't know who this new person is...
honestly i don't think he knows either.
The question we all are asking.. Who is this new Daniel.

True Winter Blues

True Winter Blues February 23, 2009

The sweet whistling wind allows my mind to drift into a world

where pain ceases to exist and around every corner there is

unconditional love. Why has god created such a beautiful masterpiece

that only counter-balances reality true objectives?

The vibrant city street light, illuminates my bedroom

while I listen to the cliché song of aspiring love.

The yearning of one near me never seems to become a reality,

as I sit and daydream while the sweet winter wind graces my face,

almost brings a tear to my eye and reminds me that in due time love will find me,

and every desire and wish will be fulfilled and I will the know

the true meaning of everlasting happiness.