Poetry, Rants, Woman & Power

I AM


tired. no really. i have been running from the bronx to harlem to midtown to bklyn, thru williamsburg back home... finally. to rest. but now im not tired... well - sleepy. had starbucks. which will keep me up. no matter.

have to review tapes and stop watching G I Jane, while J spins 50 cent mixes in the background.

have to find another location for the new open mic we are hosting. i think acoustic. he thinks not. where will our compromise lie -- who knows? he will probably win. that is cool.

we are growing. like my sore ankle and toes. wednesday i go in for prep. very excited about that. i have promised myself a walk in red high heels and by golly. imma get it.

back to the lab. i still have a workshop to facilitate tomorrow morning...

bklyn made a realist...