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SINGLE MOTHER… Part Three

Single Mother part three
Now we’ve become a trilogy, you see

The oldest one of my two sons
Just turned 18 new life’s begun
Moving fast, his world’s spinning
Not at the start or the beginning
And I can’t hit pause, but I want to

Where did the time go, not long ago
They were just little babies, how much they’ve grown
Me, you and brother James too
Were swimming in the ocean, flying kites brand new
Wearing flip-flops

Didn’t think about, how the years would pass
Never had a moment, always out of gas
Didn’t plan for this, I thought we’d always last, in NOW
I was wrong

So they grew up, I showed up and before I knew
As I did my chores they grew and grew
No longer young boys, men I’ve created
Minutes, hours, days, months and years I waited
For what? Didn’t think about it

Single mother two men I’m raising
Now ones about to fly and the other one’s aging
Before my eyes, I cry I don’t disguise
My emotions, I’m their Mother, they’re my potions my elixir
For life

And the dynamic of my panic, yes it still exists
I hustle through my days, mind in a mist
Toddler, teenage tantrums I can’t insist
My will on them and I feel I missed
Their childhoods

What’s chapter four, heart’s racing wanting more
Of what life has in store, how much can I endure
Life with and without them…
Daily

Time is a thief, memories fade except in pictures
There’s no more evading the invasion of the future
I was there everyday, every step of the way
I had and have the privilege of Motherhood today

So be proud Single mother though the trilogy is over
The sequel is just beginning and life’s a long road
Futures steps are waiting, I have to let go
The past was a blast but on with the show

WE will always be US

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Beautiful Choreography, Beautiful Song – LOVE

Ed Sheeran and Brittany Cherry

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BACK IN THE DAY!

Yes this really is me… a long time ago!

Me – Retro Showgirl! I will put this on a large canvas and hang on my wall, colors still to be determined. Created by the extremely talented painter and multi-genre artist Ginny Lasco. She nailed me in one phone conversation.

Ginny Lasco – Website: http://www.ginnylasco.com/

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HIM

Where to begin from the outside in
Yet the inside out is what he’s about… HIM

One glance from his eyes piercing mind, breasts and thighs
My desire inspired by… HIM

Lips that consume me his tongue it moves me
To passion, to lust, to loving I trust in… HIM

It starts from within a pure dance, sacred sin
Wet, drip sweat, our timing connects, I give in to… HIM

Slippery slide his body I ride
I do not hide anything from… HIM

Flips me around with strength unbound
My curves, my skin, my pulse quickens because of… HIM

Tossing, turning, sex yearning and burning
Thrusting his hips, my honey it drips for… HIM

Pushing and pulling stroking he can
Fingers so strong but gentle with hands… HIM

Thrilling fulfilling mind, body and Soul
His power this hour quivering boldly with… HIM

Waves of emotions cresting and falling, wet white caps peak
Deep stillness meets kinesthetically with… HIM

Ride his tide strong under tow
Release, explode hold on don’t let go of… HIM

Now where the F#&k is HE?

HIM

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#deadbeatdaddy

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I’m about to drop some rage on this paper on this page

New York City Family court is just false hope, a horror stage

You show up for the process with your papers and you pray

That justice will be served, deadbeat daddy’s gonna pay.

Five years chasing what is rightly legally their’s

The children that he fathered no emotion he don’t care

I show up and I show up and I push away my fears

And hope to God this will be the final of five years.

But no no no no no no no no no no not today

White collar criminal he smirks and smugly walks away.

Devastated, unmotivated, nerve sick controls my brain

I seriously feel the systems driving me insane

America the beautiful the land of the free

Well it’s mocking and it’s shocking that it keeps on shackling me

I’m a puppet in a system that the magistrate won’t see

But I’ll March another
hearing because my sons they will fly free…

#deadbeatdaddy

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THE PRINCIPLE… THE END!

While staring at the sky, she exhales, puts one hand on her head and the other on her belly. Tears are beginning to well in her eyes until she slowly breaks out in laughter.

THE END… for now!THE PRINCIPLE

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DESPAIR

 

Door of Despair

Despair descending in again
Disguise yourself my long-lost friend
The weighted mist inside my brain
My heart my soul is stuck again

I know you are no friend of mine
A visitor passing through in time
This to shall pass I cling on tight
I let you be I have no fight

Not good or bad for they have meaning
You’re flat, familiar, a neutral being
I used to fear you but no more
I know you’ll move on out the door…

Let it hit you in the ass.

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CANDY CORN… I Eat My Vegetables, Do You?

I Eat My Vegitables!

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FLY

https://instagram.com/p/9UyTrhm_Ed/

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Some Day’s You Have To Give Yourself A Parade… because you deserve it.

Come strut with me. PARTY for the SOUL. JOY TO ALL

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LEARN YOUR BRAIN OR… just exercise to feel good!

Rap attack let your neurons react
Serotonin uptake, makes you feel great
It’s the natural high… don’t wait
Elevate and get your mental health straight!

 

 

 

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CURSIVE WRITING… A Lost Art Form.

CURSE THE WRITINGI’m addicted to office supplies. I love pens, pads, stationery, paper and cards. Did I say I love pens? I buy plenty of cards to send to people. I don’t send them. I’ve gotten extremely lazy in my handwriting as well. I went to Catholic school. I’ll never forget the outrage I felt when Sister Joseph Leonor gave Andy Keys (who I had a crush on) permission to write in pen before I. Andy sat next to me and his cursive was chicken scratch. Come on, 1. He’s a boy. Everyone knows that boys write sloppily in fourth grade and up. 2. I’m a girl. Everyone knows girls write less sloppily than boys in fourth grade and up. Little girls print larger, rounder and neater than boys. It was drawing in my young mind, art. I’m raising two boys now. I don’t need to argue my position, they prove me right daily.

Today, I admit I just don’t care how my handwriting looks anymore. I even leave out vowels to shorten notes to myself. When did this happen? When did I lose pride in my swirls and stars as periods and dots? I’ll tell you, when I got married. I went from the name Jones to Gulivindala… yes that’s right, GULIVINDALA. I don’t think I’ve ever taken the time to hand write that name out neatly or completely. Would you? Go ahead, hand write it now five times. Didn’t even want to start did you?

Once I started dashing down those letters, it was a downward spiral from there. I can’t remember the last time I wrote a letter. Wait! I do like to journal… handwritten. I obviously haven’t been doing it lately or it wouldn’t be an afterthought. I’ve journaled since I was a young girl and kept most of them. Once in a while I take a trip down memory lane and read some. I haven’t changed much. I really am addicted to sugar! I’ll buy a nice copy book at Barnes and Noble, begin my introspective ritual of emotional writing and never finish the book. I have many half-finished copy books. I also have many beautiful blank copy books waiting to be written in. Like I mentioned, I like office supplies.

I’ve succumbed to the online card service Birthday Alarm. When I send a card out for no reason just to send to a friend, I feel happy. When I send one for a birthday or holiday, I feel like a slacker. Birthday Alarm has made it extremely easy to not handwrite a card. They tell you when a holiday or friends birthday is coming up, so you don’t have to remember and they have an app which I have on my phone.

Am I really so busy I can’t sit pen in hand, writing on paper and address an envelope with a quick message or send a hard copy card? My insurance company keeps me supplied in address labels, it’s a Christmas gift, so I don’t have to write that out. Oh, and the stamps! That’s always a great excuse until last week when I found out my local CVS store sells them. I’m there about three times a week. I have many excuses but none that are truly valid.

I’m going to work on this. Here, I’m typing about it.

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JESUS…The Simple Savior

THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD

THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD

Happy EASTER. We skipped the candy. THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD shines from a simple bodega candle. #JESUS

 

 

Jesus, do you know Him? HE knows YOU.

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INNER CITY KID’S CULTURE… DJ Lil Man Dance!

The Wrecking Crew

The Wrecking Crew

I am a dance teacher. I teach dance for a program called Philadelphia Arts in Education Partnership. This organization brings the arts IE. dance, music, art, and theater etc., to the inner city public school system in Philly, through teachers like myself known as artists in residence.

I teach middle school, fifth through eighth grade. The school I teach at is in an African-American neighborhood. It is located in a section of Philly called Germantown. It is underemployed, impoverished, run down, dangerous, drug populated and a crime ridden section in the city. Unfortunately there are many.

My job is to expose the students to the different genres of dance. Ballet, modern, jazz, hip-hop, tap, African, Latin and whatever else I have up my tutu. NONE OF THESE KIDS HAVE EVER TAKEN A DANCE CLASS. There is no studio, mirrors or ballet barres. They can’t afford water bottles. We do have a stage in the auditorium with a one speaker audio system. They have stage lights, however, the school can’t afford lightbulbs.

To say that my job is challenging is an understatement. These kids are craving attention. They can’t listen, are rowdy, disruptive, over stimulated and to top it off, throw in some “tween” hormones! You feel me?

And I love them.

THE WRECKING CREW

I knew starting the first day of class I would have to win them over so I started with hip-hop, Ms. G. has it like that. I brought a slamming playlist that had them thinking… who is this old white lady? I’m 48, current, hip and relevant. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be able to teach in this environment that’s for sure.

I gave them homework and told them to write down three songs they liked. I would listen to them and use them if they met my approval. WELL NO WAY JOSE. The song choices they brought will never play in my class and I told them in those exact words. I don’t think some of them understand the content (sex, drugs, hustling, gang banging) but they might. I know they like the beat.

We are three months into the program. I have taught them a complete medium level warm-up (that they can’t do correctly) but they have it memorized and they try. No baby steppin’ here. I knew at the end of the year we would have to put on a performance so of course, day one, I started teaching them the choreography for our number. I had no idea if and when they would be able to do it. They had it down in six weeks, to the best of their ability, MEMORIZED.

These kids have a lot of obstacles in their lives, for example walking home in the dark. If they don’t have someone to walk home with, no dance class, they have to walk home before sunset. Finding transportation, not coming to school, weather, having to take care of a younger sibling or for whatever reason, they are not consistent. They can’t be, they are kids that depend on adults.

Now we are doing ballet. A traditional ballet barre warmup with classical music (I even killed it in that area by finding cool Disney piano tunes) and using the auditorium chairs as a barre. Let me tell you… I TRIED. It just wasn’t happening. There was no joy, for any of us. If there is no joy I won’t teach. I changed tactics. I decided to combine the jazz warmup they know and like and added ballet and modern exercises. We demi-plie and tendu to Drake, the rapper. They are dancing ballet!

I’m always updating my music to keep it fresh and they are always beating me down to listen too… “Please Ms. G. use YouTube.” “No, you’re not the DJ, I am.” end of conversation. Thursday’s are our end of the week. Last week they finally had me, I surrendered and caved, but only after making sure the lyrics were clean and I watched the video.

This readers, is what our kids are into: DJ Lil Man and here’s why. The songs video’s are rapping dances, like back in the old day’s when we did the Electric Slide or, taking it further back, the Bunny Hop. They are urban line dances.

Here is the video of DJ Lil Man we danced for 20 minutes:

@DJLILMAN973 SUPA M THEME Team Lilman Anthem 2 OFFICIAL VIDEO: ft Team Lil Man Princess

They all knew the steps to multiple songs / dances. I decided to let them teach me. I can assure you this is no Bunny Hop. The dances are long, a bit complex if your over 15 years of age and the cardio workout I got is better than any Zumba class this city has to offer. They couldn’t get enough of showing me and neither could I. We were laughing and free styling and filled with JOY. They wanted to bring me into their world. Remember that attention mention, I fulfilled it.

Monday it’s back to Ms. G.’s class as usual, a few new songs, with a class of unfocused, over excited, two minutes at a time attention span kids, who are learning to dance. But is that what I’m teaching them, dance?, yes and no. The dance element is a small part of the equation here. They are engaging, learning, improving, taking risks and walking a bit taller. I am teaching these kids self-esteem, boundaries, that they matter, they have potential, self-discipline, new skill sets, progress not perfection, to show up and do your best, to laugh with people not at people and most importantly that they are being seen for who they are, the brightest stars that light up the block.

#BlackLivesMatter

 

 

 

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Beautiful Choreography, Beautiful Song – LOVE

Ed Sheeran and Brittany Cherry

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Dancers That Move Me… here’s one.

The thing about dancers is VERY FEW become stars / household names. Let me introduce Rasta Thomas! Man in the Mirror – Watch this!

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BACK TO DANCE. Shaping Sound Dance Company!

HELLO PHILLY DANCERS! Shaping Sound Dance Company is coming to the Kimmel Center Feb. 11th. Watch this, I’m going!! Kimmelcenter.org

 

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JESUS, Do You Know Him?

The Nativity... Away in a manger...

The Nativity… Away in a manger…

Isaiah 9:6
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

MACY'S DAY PARADE

MACY’S DAY PARADE

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The Bounty Blocker

The Bounty Blocker

Here is some wisdom I learned the expensive way:

http://www.chestnuthilllocal.com/2014/11/07/saving-money-may-get-bargained/

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