New York Minute

In a New York Minute I was born to star crossed lovers who were young and unsure of how to raise their tiny newborn child. Born in the South of Jersey (please do NOT ask me what exit) and raised in the Sunshine State, I have traveled up and down the eastern seaboard spending most of my time in Upstate New York. I consider Rochester home and it proved to be exactly what I needed in a city. From its seaport berth I spring-boarded my music, my first love in this life.

            Music has always been my go to. It has always been my shelter from the storm. Around the age of nineteen my friends began to call me Rain. By the age of thirty three I created a CD that was destined to become global. Rochester was present for both events and I could not have done it without her.

            Music is my inspiration. Music is the universal language. Music is my soul mate. Without Music, I would never have been able to handle the intensely hard destined path I was asked to walk this lifetime. Many people have reached my uninhibited heart, but nothing has ever touched me with more power than the power of Music.

            I, like Martin Luther King, have a dream. I believe in the very equality our forefathers came to this country to seek. I believe with all my heart that all of us who are ready for change have the power it takes to makes the waves we need to bring us all to the dawning of a new age. I believe that one voice can make a difference. Now imagine what one thousand voices in unison have the power to say. I promise with all that I am and all that I one day will be, I will do all that it takes to ensure we all are truly free.

            If I could help the world to see only one thing, I would help them see it isn’t the bling, television or diamond rings; it is instead the way we sing our individual song of peace. We are allowed to represent our individual belief. All people are designed to be free. Our interpretation of the truth resonates deeply and no one has a right to take that away. We all are responsible for what we do and say! There is nothing greater than our destiny.

Lovely

Lightning folds his tar stained wings
Singing his song of Destruction
He is approaching the coming Dawn
He glistens with Seduction
Donning on a robe of white
His life irrevocably changes
Estranged no more from his Father's love
He hovers about the atmosphere
On downy wings of doves

Night Sky

On the aftermath of rape
I shake almost profusely
Here because I cannot seem
To find my car
Upon exiting into the Now
Darkened Campus
Dark like his skin
Jet black now rhymes with sin
He took a right to drink me in
Does what I allowed
Change the nature
Of what I tried to stop
Rot in a cell and he
Can never erase the fear
That replaced the confidence
I used to feel
Under the Night Sky

Erase

This is what rape looks like
Look at me
Look in my eyes
Cold boned and frightened at the break of dawn
Afraid to put my smile back on
What if he thinks I am pretty
Too pretty to resist
What if it's not enough
That simple lingering kiss
I pushed him back
From the center of his chest
The rest becomes a little hazy
But I resisted the arrest
Of the graze of his temples
The darkness of my room
He left me feeling hollow
Empty like a tomb
I have no womb for the reckoning
My skin has dried like soil
There is no rain to be remembered
No victors collecting spoil
I am old and cold and lonely
Alone inside my new house
I want to scream from these prison walls
I want to let it out
I have no idea how I will find the peace to move on with my life
I just know I have the strength and I will find the rhythm to survive
No one knows just what to say
And they say the most horrible things
There is no laughter, no calm, no story
That any pleasure brings
I sing but my voice is hollow not like the days before
I wish I could go back in time
His text message
Simply ignore
What more Is I believe that everything happens on purpose
So what is the message
for that knowledge I am yearning
Please believe me when I say
I wish I could go back to that day
And change the rape that stood in my face
The peace that was replaced
My new home
Has been erased

The Anti-Hunger Game

Sometimes words are not enough. My Sociology Professor brought things to my attention I would not have seen without him. I have put my political training wheels on and I am watching. I follow a spiritual pulse as though the volition of God's finger (will) is pushing me from behind. How the timing of eating a banana relates to living a holistic life eludes some. Others of us are enchanted every moment of our lives. We take moments like warm breaths on a cold night and string them together like a sacred string of sentimental pearls. Life is good. Where we are headed is a way we already know. We grow daily, and by paying attention to the right things at the right time, we find our way to freedom.

 Conversations with butterflies.
 I am ready for all of this.

I met with an enchanting young goddess named, Sade from the campus bookstore on my new campus. We sipped tea and spoke of many things. Food Not Bombs. Why aren't we doing more?
What more is there to be done? Who is on the team?

Sade is organizing a ground level birth of a Food Not Bombs chapter here in St. Pete. I am excited and on board.

So many new thoughts.
Power to this day.
My Father's Birthday.

:D

Rain.