Saturday Shenanigans II

House is quiet, kids are gone

Tasting traces of Friday night’s drinks

Sister in town, on the couch sleep

It’s been awhile for this kind of Saturday

Breakfast on the brain, tummy protesting

What the heck was in that food last night?

Snugglin with hubby, laying in bed, all “to do” items on my mind

An especially big one is finally here, the highly anticipated Nutcracker ballet!

Que excitement, I’m so happy to see our big girl dance on stage

Costumes, make up, hair and bows…a girl’s day x10, I can’t wait

Dress rehearsal, chatting with sis, prep for son’s basketball tomorrow on the way

Laundry, cleaning, always singing

Oh, what a Saturday

Lots of family, lots of love, all the support has me so amazed

Ready for my feet to hit the floor now, I’m ready to start this day

It’s a busy one, but absolutely lots of fun on the way

How could I expect anything less?

After all, it’s Saturday



There’s really no rhyme or reason with you

I set myself up again

I worked out, didn’t eat too late

Drink too much

Showered, and didn’t wait too late

I brushed my hair up, away from my face

Temperature of the room was just right

The pets and kids were quiet, television off

It seemed like the mood was just right

I was gleeful with anticipation to share another night with you

Yet you stood me up, left me to my own thoughts

Left me restless, basically totally screwed

My alarm is now blaring, the sun is peeking in

I’m starting my morning grouchy and pissed off

Oh sleep, why did you do this to me again?

We both know I’ll be back tonight, hopeful, just the same as before

I suppose I better get dressed now…

I have not another minute to fight with you

I don’t know why you do this to me

There’s really no rhyme or reason with you

Saturday Shenanigans


Morning breath, Syrup, Eggs and Orange Juice

Sweeping, sleeping, dancing, cleaning and ringing door bells too

Chatty mornings on the phone, paper crinkling, and newsfeeds scrolling on

Cats meowing, dogs barking, and child’s play on high

Spooning in bed, playing footsie

Morning sex? Yes! Okay

Steamy showers, cologne, lotion, and coffee mixed with perfume

Kids bed head, curling irons heating, and laundry on the stairs

Open windows, cool winter breeze and sun pouring in

To do lists, trash overflowing, laughs and what to do on the brain

Dryer sheets, folding clothes, and possible nap time on the way

More sex, maybe? Okay, yes!

Blair cartoons and sneak away

Closed door romance, music, and what did I forget to do?

Door knocks, Lifetime and mangled hair dos

Jeans and tees, no ironing

All the food you can eat

Cheat day, sleep day, me day or we day

Saturday Shenanigans, the best! Who cares what we do!

Black Family: Wake Up!


Our communities are suffering behind our broken men

The men who suffered as boys and now pass the suffering on as a man

It’s complicated, so I’ll start from the beginning

These generational curses are plaguing our communities

Weakening the heart and soul of our families, that’s right our black men

The world continues to wear them down with very few willing to support and help them

The years of fighting for their place has removed their pride in building healthy homes

The men of today seek only pleasure and have no will to live as the Kings they truly are

The aftermath of these conquests have far reaching consequences that are poisining our homes

The women are now raising their families, tired, but stronger than ever before

She walks with a different attitude around him with pity in her eyes and resentment in her soul

She’s screaming on the inside “Don’t leave. Don’t let me do this alone.”

But when she opens her mouth her tongue lashes out, leaving the scars of the master’s whip

Fueled by heart-break and determination to prove to him wrong, her heart turns spiteful and has nothing but hatred for him

The men of today don’t have the strength or patience to break down her wall of pain

The men of today move on to the next woman, an easy prey, a place to lay

The men of today opt for the easy kill rather than a hammer to tear down roadblocks along the way

The woman, now isolated, and the man out for his own needs leaves our youth seeking attention and very rarely finding the kind they need

Only a child, they have no idea what the world has waiting for them

The justice system lurking near by patiently waiting to raise them up in the system and “teach” them

With no tools, no means to support themselves they turn to a life filled with using others and sin

This young child, a product of the curse, will soon grow up to be a man

Seeking love, broken inside, he will find some young lady to call him her man

With no foundation of family or idea of what a man is supposed to be, he pretends to know the role, walking into it blindly

When it’s more than he imagined he feels no shame, sadness or disappointment in walking away

His family looks just as he remembered and just like him, his child(ren) will find their own way

The men of our country are failing us, it is time to wake the community and take a stand

Stand for the black family by no longer letting your past define who you are

Stand for the black family by being the man and the acting head in your home

Stand for the black family by becoming a stronger man, leave the crutches of the world behind and use your own two feet to walk your path

Stand for the black family by working on the streets on which you live, be the model our youth can look too because the news media doesn’t have much good for them

Stand for the black family by telling the truth about your pain, be a testimony to change the way our young black men are being raised

Stand for the black family by loving the skin you’re in, the purpose on your life is far greater than anything the world would ever imagine

Stand for the black family by telling your children right now today, how much their lives matter and how hungry the world is to help them throw it all away

Stand for the black family, do not cower in the panic the media wants you to feel

Right your wrongs

Forgive those who failed you

Be a better man than them