Desert Lotus

There was never a ground so desolate

As was that of my own soul

Barren, worn, and broken

Denied what is so frivolously discarded by others

Repeating the words of Samuel’s mother

The sun sets on this unyielding season

And blessed resignation is welcomed

As sacred dreams and eternal slumber meet

And at last I and my soul rest

A liberated breath greets the harsh dawn

As the new day grants the breaking of the drought

From cracked mud, the lotus springs forth

And I remember the words of her vow

And I keep them

As I embrace what has been so frivolously discarded by another

A poem about a bra

 A Bra is Like A Good Friend

Hard to Find

There for Support

Won't Let You Down

Won't Keep You Hanging

Always Close to Your Heart

I received the above poem from a local lingerie store and it inspired me to write my first blog about fashion.

Fashion Rule Numero Uno: Outfits are built from the foundation up. I cannot stress this enough. Studies say 85% of women are wearing the wrong bra. I say 100% of those women are messing up perfectly good outfits. If your bra is too big, too small, too tight, too loose, wrong style or in lame-man’s terms just not the right bra, no one will be able to focus on the wonderful ensemble you’ve put together. If your closet looks anything like mine (like a tornado went through it) when trying to decide what to wear, it would be such a shame to let all that hard work be undone by a uni-boob, quad-boob, or half-filled cup.

There is a common misconception that only women with large breasts are not wearing the right undergarment. A friend of mine once said that after she had a baby, her size A cups began to look like spoons. Another friend described her C sized breasts as “bed slippers” after child birth. Whatever the shape, there’s a bra out there for you. Please get fitted. And I don’t just mean at that sexy lingerie shop that’s always on television or in magazines. Not every bow or piece of lace is meant to be worn as an everyday staple. Head to a store that specializes in bras, where the price is not just a reflection of the brand, but also the quality. The right bra may not be the prettiest, but it’s still the right bra.

As you know, a bra only covers part of your under carriage. Can’t tell you how sad it makes me to see an ill-fitting pair of briefs under a pair of spandex yoga pants. Don’t do that. That’s a mess. Your panties, like every other article of clothing, should fit properly. This may require you to go up or down a size from what you normally wear. You don’t have to relegate yourself to a thong in order to control a visible panty line (VPL = tacky). Lace panties in brief or boy short styles tend to lay nicely against the skin, thus removing those pesky lines. But the bottom line (no pun intended), is that fit is everything.

As a large-breasted woman, I can assure you that no matter what toll age, weight, health or genetics has placed on your lovely lady figure, there’s a bra and panty for that.

Thank you for allowing me to get that off my chest (pun intended).

The Queen has returned

It has been so lovingly brought to my attention that I haven't stuck with my goal of blogging. Let me just point out that it wasn't really MY GOAL, rather one that was forced upon me using a glock (Lara Croft style) and a bow (Katniss style).
Since I'm here I may as well tell you what I've been doing lately. I've been pinning. Ladies, if you haven't gotten on Pinterest yet, don't. It's the devil. Anyway, I've been following a curvy lady's blog, a refashion blog, and a blog about African American (Black) natural hair. These bloggers are geniuses and if I'm going to follow in their footsteps, I better do the job justice. So I will (attempt to) blog about those types of things as they are what interest me most (for now).

But first... a shout out to Holland:

A sister's love There is a bond that forms between sisters before their eyes ever meet. It is an inexplicable link unmatched by any other in this world. Sisters never have to aplogize for their happiness or worry how the other may respond to their tears. There is an unselfish love that develops the moment God begins to form another sister in a womb whether near or far. The union between these beautiful women transcends depths and width. It can go beyond the length of distance between the east and the west. It can withstand despair and even death. Sisterhood is never having to say a word. Never having to write a letter. It is a knowing... in your mind... in your heart... in your spirit. It tells you what no ordinary person could ever know. We are sisters and this is our love.

Reverie

 

Your echo remains in the Willow’s branch,

Our harmonies can still be heard

On those warm Summer Nights

When the Wind tickles bare limbs

And the neighborhood Traffic slows.

For a moment, Time takes his respite

And breaks from graying our hair

To unfold a scene of our youth

From a season long since forsaken, but not forgotten.

Time has preserved the happenings beneath the Willow’s spell;

And although she dances and weeps no more,

Our secrets linger still in the safe-keeping of her friends.

Hidden in the stillness of a Summer’s Night,

 And brought to life by the touch of the Wind.

Cold November

 

 

The Lights went out one cold November

Which date it was; I still remember

The Mourning of the twenty-second

With outstretched hands, her soul beckoned

Unintelligible groans, cries and pleas

No right to challenge their decrees

Injustice for justice; the gavel strikes

Subjecting innocent to guilty stripes

Trust misplaced on the integrity of others

As they callously embezzle the dreams of young mothers

And still it is this date I remember

On the twenty-second of November

Amidst the unheard cries and shouts

That was the Mourning her light went out