In a world where social media encourages you to be everything but yourself sharing only beautiful clips made up of smoke and mirrors here I just wanna share the ugly truth, inspire & encourage by reminding readers that real life happens "Behind Closed Doors" and there's nothing wrong with "Keepin It Real"
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Pieces of Me...
Who Am I?
I am...
a woman, a mother a daughter, a sister.
Yo Soy Mujer!
I am a lover, a fighter, a giver, a friend...
a natural nurturer but, I will go to war for what's mine
I am both hard and soft
at the same damn time
Yo Soy Mujer!
My voice can vibrate laughter with tears in my eyes
I am confusing and interesting
a Nuyorican raised, Afro CaribeƱa
heart pulsating arroz con habichuelas
frizzy curled hair & almond shaped eyes
my brows worn thick
my culture is rich
with curves that scream come dance down my hips
experience mi salsa
upon the ones that switch
left to right with hypnotic intensity
unforgettable charisma
you gon' remember me!
Yo Soy Mujer!
Papi taught me how to work for mine
Mami always says the one thing that don't wait is time.
snappin fingers, clappin hands we speak with movement
"Shiiiit, I know that's right"
This Queen has strut her stuff in 4 inch heels
carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders
feeling each groove of the concrete struggle beneath
& though the soles of my pretty little feet have felt the burn
of a path built upon generations of inherited pain...
I was built for the blame
Clustered struggle from my Arawakan Indians
en mi bello Puerto Rico
My native tongue not Spanish...but,
Taino
Si nosotros still exist
The Indigenous people
Gold miners & cotton pickers
sun kissed mami's
I am born of Quality!
Yo Soy Mujer!
-Spunky Tai
I am...
a woman, a mother a daughter, a sister.
Yo Soy Mujer!
I am a lover, a fighter, a giver, a friend...
a natural nurturer but, I will go to war for what's mine
I am both hard and soft
at the same damn time
Yo Soy Mujer!
My voice can vibrate laughter with tears in my eyes
I am confusing and interesting
a Nuyorican raised, Afro CaribeƱa
heart pulsating arroz con habichuelas
frizzy curled hair & almond shaped eyes
my brows worn thick
my culture is rich
with curves that scream come dance down my hips
experience mi salsa
upon the ones that switch
left to right with hypnotic intensity
unforgettable charisma
you gon' remember me!
Yo Soy Mujer!
Papi taught me how to work for mine
Mami always says the one thing that don't wait is time.
snappin fingers, clappin hands we speak with movement
"Shiiiit, I know that's right"
This Queen has strut her stuff in 4 inch heels
carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders
feeling each groove of the concrete struggle beneath
& though the soles of my pretty little feet have felt the burn
of a path built upon generations of inherited pain...
I was built for the blame
Clustered struggle from my Arawakan Indians
en mi bello Puerto Rico
My native tongue not Spanish...but,
Taino
Si nosotros still exist
The Indigenous people
Gold miners & cotton pickers
sun kissed mami's
I am born of Quality!
Yo Soy Mujer!
-Spunky Tai
Sunday, October 18, 2015
If I knew then what I know now,
I'd take five steps back and just slow the fuck down
I would've listened to Mami when she'd say "don't rush to get old" Cuz now I'm like "damn ma I should've listened" and she's like "yea mija, told you so"
my feet hurt from all this running
Tryna keep up with the thing we call life an on going battle & this here's my never ending strife. I've been shattered, broken up into a thousand pieces
Conflicted, restricted, internally bleeding & some of my worst wounds were surprisingly self-made self inflicted, maybe I just wanna feel pain... I think I just might be going fuckin insane cuz while many have hurt me, its myself that blame... "Well gosh what a shame" that's what many would say... But ashamed I am not! Never have been, never will be. The broken up, broken down, Puerto Rican thickness has hit hard on that ground but she's picked herself up and although it's been rough my heads still held high, "up up to the sky" and who I am is what you see and what you see is what you get and I ain't got shit together to perfection but you probably don't either and yes, my tears flow lightly but that don't make me no weaker... Than those who choose to hide behind their pride cuz their afraid to express that their lives are really a hot fuckin mess... So please spare the pep talks, the do's and the dont's I'm struggling like everyone else but I'm doing better than most... So here's to "life" and this new era of normalized insanity of Hollywood hustlers & glorified vanity. Here's to the strip club runners no longer nine to fivers, the new millennium strivers, them up all nighters... Poppin bottles pourin liquor in the "baddest bitches mouths" u know the ones wit the fatties and it's ok if they don't jiggle long as you can drop it like its hot and make a twirk just a little and I'm not tryna throw shade nah I tip my hat to those who get in where they fit but I'm not tryna fit in I'm just tryna be me.
-Tai #MindFucks #SpokenWords #PiecesOfMe #SpeakEasy #JustPoetry
Sunday, August 9, 2015
I don't want a love that's silent, no not me!
Don't want the kind of love that cannot sing; the kind that has no sense of humor whose laughter doesn't fill the air.
I want a strong love but not a love that's militant and stern; I want playful & free;
Good love that stares deeply and kisses often.
I want a love that pays attention and appreciates;
I want one that forgives quickly and hugs twice longer.
The kind of love that screams
"that's my best friend", "my favorite person " and "My Love"
-Spunky Tai
Monday, April 20, 2015
I woke up this morning with a feeling of determination and a recognition of my persistence...
I woke up feeling confident although never overly confident to keep me from bowing my head in prayer... And that was all I needed... That connection that left me feeling like whether or not it's today or tomorrow... Regardless, when he says it's time...
I AM GOING TO WIN!
-Spunky Tai
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
And there's this picture of you that I snapped one day...
In the mist of your playful laughter I captured a beautiful moment...
Your eyes gazing directly at me
piercing their way through the lense
Your smile almost childlike & hand to your chest, resting on your heart...
Sometimes when I miss you, I stare at it as if to satisfy the appetite of my soul... Until it gets hungry again...
Monday, December 22, 2014
Monday, November 3, 2014
I love myself!
She woke up one day and realized the pain had made her stronger...
Constantly defying the odds taught her to trust her struggle... & it didn't matter who wasn't there to love her because she'd learned to love herself...
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Suicide
Some people simply feel safe in all their misery...
Some are comforted by the certainty of uncertainty
And consistency of inconsistency
Some are content with dwelling in the depths of insanity...
Just because they fear nothing better exists...
And that must be a very awful life
Spunky Tai
Monday, October 6, 2014
I'm afraid of humanity
and this new world era...of normalized insanity
Our means of fulfillment no longer speak language conducive to our hearts
We feed our ego's materialistic desire
and conspire
against our spirits
No one wants a fist full of feelings
give me one with cash
cuz I can cry myself to sleep
but, still
i gotta pay this
light & gas
I'm afraid of humanity
and what we're becoming
fearing nothing but to love
we brag about how we no longer trust
and yet we're dying inside
and it is love which we should trust
I'm afraid of humanity and how we boast about no longer wanting friendships
afraid of whats to come of us
when we are done with over glorified forms of affinity
there will be nothing left but puddles of patron and Hennessy
distorted thoughts and retribution
unethical actions provoked by nothing more than confusion...
of minds programmed all alike
Single handed we make choices based upon society's acceptance
and so, I fear humanity...
and I don't wanna be accepted.
spunky Tai
and this new world era...of normalized insanity
Our means of fulfillment no longer speak language conducive to our hearts
We feed our ego's materialistic desire
and conspire
against our spirits
No one wants a fist full of feelings
give me one with cash
cuz I can cry myself to sleep
but, still
i gotta pay this
light & gas
I'm afraid of humanity
and what we're becoming
fearing nothing but to love
we brag about how we no longer trust
and yet we're dying inside
and it is love which we should trust
I'm afraid of humanity and how we boast about no longer wanting friendships
afraid of whats to come of us
when we are done with over glorified forms of affinity
there will be nothing left but puddles of patron and Hennessy
distorted thoughts and retribution
unethical actions provoked by nothing more than confusion...
of minds programmed all alike
Single handed we make choices based upon society's acceptance
and so, I fear humanity...
and I don't wanna be accepted.
spunky Tai
Monday, September 29, 2014
Freedom
If I could describe all the ways that your love makes me feel
I'd say it is like air to my lungs
And a touch that has healed- me
Like a caged bird released into the sky
You are the freedom I crash into
And I'm soaring, I'm soaring on high
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
A weak mans strength
Weak man, you are strong!
Though you've grown faint from your context
And your sorrow extends
One hundred miles long
Weak man, you are strong!
Your skin pale, as it does not feel the sun
Only your eyes- watching...
Days come & days gone
But weak man, you are strong!
Oh, how cold your hands from those stone, cement walls
You crave exterior strength
But,
Weak man, you are already strong!
Everyday in accordance with the one before
Structured routine- no way out!
You "can't take this no more"
But, I say to you...
Weak man, stand up straight!
Search for might within...
It is inside your core
Weak man, quit your moping!
Have you forgotten your faith?
You anticipate saving
But,
Despair does not save
Your body held still
Than so let it be!
Your body be still-
Your spirit run free
Only a man whose spirit lives hopeless can be confined by misery
Weak man, you are strong!
Do not bow your head in anguish
cuz all seems to go wrong
Bow steady with grace,
For he is your strength-
Through him, you are strong
Weak man do not weep
Be not fragile anymore
Weak man you are strong!
Weak man you are strong!
Monday, July 28, 2014
Bumps and Bruises
The hardest part about falling is never the hit... It's getting back up!
Spunky Tai
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
Tendencies
So I have this tendency...
I tend-to-see...
hearts...
And so,
I love hard
I love hard for hearts that never tend to me
That's my crippling tend-ency.
I have a tend-ency
I tend to feel more than I know
And in the end it tends-to-be...
that I know nothing
Of the love, I love
Because it don't belong to me
I have this tendency
A habit if you may
A tendency to wait for hearts that choose to walk away.
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