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You probably feel like the world is against you.
This letter is for that young woman from fifty years ago.
She was eighteen years old; that was me. I experienced those feelings back then, and as I look back through a reverse mirror of time, I realize that while the societal context may have changed, the emotions and struggles I faced remain relevant. They highlight enduring themes like resilience and identity.
Individual experiences are crucial; they illuminate broader issues and provide vital insights into the historical context that informs today’s discussions. Focusing on the past is essential for understanding present challenges—it doesn’t hinder progress; it fuels it. By sharing my narrative, I hope to empower young women and inspire them to recognize the connections between the past and the present as they forge their paths.
Forget about your looks; they will come in time. Look around you; it’s all about visualizing what Mother Nature can do. The potential is there, but you may struggle to understand how to harness it. I assure you that you can profit from the land. Those wild aloe stalks you see are just the beginning. In fifty years, they will be showcased in the beauty industry.
The Pure Aloe Vera Gel: Aloderma Pure Aloe Gel is a fast-acting moisturizer that helps restore the skin’s natural balance and hydration. It provides intense hydration for a plump and supple complexion. It’s lightweight, fast-absorbing, and suitable for all skin types.
By 2025, it will cost millions of dollars and be an essential ingredient in most facial products aimed at reversing the aging process. Unlike Rihanna Fenty's product line which focuses on a variety of products, this is about using all-natural ingredients from the land. This was us against the world, and here I am today, looking back in time to see your reaction as you read this letter.
People may laugh at you now, but you will strive to embody the beauty of a goddess. Even as I write this narrative letter to you, I still feel your pain. People back then were afraid of the unknown; we were not. We were wise and adventurous.
Be brave, be strong, and remember that you are sheltered under the blood of Jesus. Read Psalm 91 daily.
I know that you are seeing someone else,
I'm not there when you close your eyes,
I believe that you are kissing me,
Knowing I love the way you lie.
I hear those three words from your lips,
If love is even possible, it's impossible to cry,
Though I know your heart is not truly mine,
I will always love the way you lie.
Your arms hold me as if you care,
My wise heart still wonders why,
Pretending that everything is alright,
Because I love the way you lie.
When I kiss you I think about nothing,
Wishing it wasn't you when I open my eyes,
I wonder, if I told you the truth,
Would you love the way I lie?
Written for Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Sing To Me"
Inspired by the song "Love The Way You Lie Pt. 2" by Rihanna ft. Eminem
It’s one in the morning.
I zoomed into Lisa’s room
and threw myself on the bed where she lay reading
in a near virtuoso, Fosbury flop.
She bounced, jostled by my mechanical bed wave.
“I hate goodbyes,” I said, indignantly.
“You’re not strong on hellos” she said, not looking up.
“They’re so bone-marrow deep,” I went on, “they steal hope away.”
“Did that sound pretentious?” I asked her silence, a minute later, somewhat self-consciously.
Lisa took the yellow, #2-pencil out of her mouth—just long enough to answer.
When she studies, she chews on them, seemingly eating them like french fries.
“Yeah,” she says, “but I get cha.”
“I know,” I said, smiling at the ceiling, because in a rooted and real way, she always has.
I’d be a different person if we’d never met.
I feel very grateful for that.
“Your boy’s flown?” She asked, using her pencil to hold her page and finally looking up.
It was an ironic, near-rhetorical question, she knows he’s gone and she knows I know she knows he’s gone.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
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Songs for this:
4am by girl in red
Don't Stop The Music by Rihanna
blushing! by BETWEEN FRIENDS
"The melodies of Life"
Melodies that excite an old Tymer to think he is still in his prime! Perhaps he is as old as he desires to feel? I have no idea but these melodies are remedies like broken codes to a connection with no Earth!
Music lets me write stories Mother Theresa would have wanted to tell , perfect fairy tales that inspire life so each and everyone can sparkle. Rihanna was right , we are indeed Diamonds and we shine bright! My Radio silents tornadoes trapped within.
I groove , l move , l choose not to lose ! I am a brick! Tougher than the nails and hummer of negativity , the Voice of Sia or Adele heals the headaches of next week's exam , dad 's excessive drinking , Jason's inner demons ....the guitar of sweet Tropical Blues like Santana meets Elvis , Rock feeds my agression l am ready to face the devil and say l , l will not stop ! These melodies bring rain on a dry day.
Music is my life!
I’m feeling so alive at 9 AM to 6 PM
I want to be like them…amen…
I’m feeling so peculiar tonight
But, I’m feeling so alive and my, how I fly
I’m near rhyming like Taylor Swift and George Strait
I’m not thinking straight, but I’m on my way
To feel my fate before my hands at hand
I want to be like Beyoncé — telephoning without a flaw…
I’m feeling so alive at 9 AM to 6 PM tonight
I want to be like them, but I’m feeling so high
I’m feeling so peculiar today
But, I’m feeling so alive and not full of hate
I’m feeling so alive at 9 AM to 6 PM
I want to be like them all over again
I’m feeling so peculiar tonight
Yet, I’m coming undone and I don’t know why
I’m near rhyming like Taylor Swift and George Strait
I’m not thinking straight, but I’m on my way
To feel my fate before my hands at hand
I want to be like Beyoncé — telephoning without a flaw…
I’m feeling so alive at 9 AM to 6 PM tonight
I want to be like them, but I’m feeling so high
I’m feeling so peculiar today
But, I’m feeling so alive and not full of hate
I’m feeling so alive…
I’ll give it all of me to try
To be the best version of me
Can’t you see me possibly?
I want to be like them at 9 AM to 6 PM
I want to be like them again, amen…
Can’t you see me, shining bright like a diamond
Like Rihanna, who I’m fond of a ton!
let me lean into me winnings educate bout you Achilies so I can send you spinning, with threads strung on me limbs
thin thinner thinnest billyboard me insecurities it ain't an issue but it really hit a nerve now me is training, try me you will witness the power and maybe live to tell the tale
couldn't hand me a little peace handle me sweet though me not entitled, but it's a request
jelly jelly bout you lack of freely used cuss knowledge I love the impact and damage, one day might mirror it and die
"do things my own way darling" it ain't easy I don't got the capacity cause I choose to let you I choose to let you choose though you never respect me oh
darling smooth unshattered like the legs of a virgin sharp, and useless when throw down so never miss that instructing
when me is talking try not to butt in or push a button cause I'm random who knows I might charge you like bison one of kind but always on your mind like a floating web babe learn to respect me before I lose what's left of this me inside
It’s nice to have some holiday downtime and not be all go-go-go. I’ve even gotten in some Animal Crossing play. After 40 minutes of picking up weeds, Bianca, one of my villagers, told me she’d heard I was dead.
Later, we’re in Lisa’s living room taking turns playing songs from Spotify.
Lisa just played “Woo”, by Rihanna. When the song ends, fading out, Leeza deadpan said, “That song is pure evil.”
“You guys, I forgot to mention it but that is my energy song, it makes me feel so HOT.” Lisa adds with a chuckle.
“It has an evil vibe,” I admit. “An evil vibe,” Leeza confirms.
“Don’t be judging,” Lisa reminds us.
“Your next,” Lisa said, nodding to Leeza, “What’ve you got for us,” she speculates, “some mental health rock?”
Leeza’s had this girl-punk-rock group called “Vancougar” playing on a loop in her room. At first, I wasn’t enthusiastic but now I think they slay. Her mom’s even gotten on board, dancing “the twist” to “Philadelphia” when it rolls around. Leeza has great taste in music although she leans a bit EMO (emotionally hard core) for me. She makes me feel old by introducing us to all these new bands like “Youngest and only,” “Calling all Captains” and “Beatrice Dear.”
“I’ve got one song to play,” Leeza says, “Paparazzi, by Lady Gaga.”
“I’ve been listening to that song all WEEK!” I gasp, “I love that song, it may be her best - that’s so random,” I finish saying as the song starts.
As Paparazzi ends Lisa says, “That song has major Gwen Stefani vibes.”
“It DOES,” I agree, “It could be “Cool” or “Sweet Escape.”
“Yeah, for sure,” Leeza agreed, “shoutout to No Doubt.”
Leeza says, “I have a conversation topic: What’s something we all acknowledge is cheugy but we still do anyway?”
“Being blonde,” I say, which gets stitches of laughter because it’s true and Lisa and I are.
“That’s true, that’s fair,” redheaded Leeza laughs. “Anyone blonde is dead to me,” which gets her a pillow in the face.
“Ok, I’m going to come for a lot of people,” Lisa says, “but yogurt, yogurt is cheugy.”
Leeza gasps, “You think yogurt.. It’s not cheugy!” she practically yells, “It gives MOM.”
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slang..
cheugy = something off-trend, or behind in an awkward way - millennial, but not fully vintage.
gives mom = a comfort activity
#"Dinner's Ready...Come and Eat!"
-GRANDMOTHER (Who can out bake HER!)
"Hey Baby...I'm On My Way!"
-LOVE OF YOUR LIFE (A Loving Husband or Wife. As Well, A Solid Potential: Actions* Match Words: That's So Essential!)
"This is a MUST-READ!"
-SUCCESSFUL EXEMPLIFYER (Everything they Say and DO Is FIRE! Circles Such As These Can Lead *YOU* Progressing HIGHER! NEXT LEVEL! PERHAPS SEVERAL!!!)
"Silence is GOLDEN"
-THE SOUND THINKER (The DEAFENING Muted Sound...Electing NOT To Respond...
It's Not Always Required, Necessary or Warranted AND Says SOOO MUCH! *TRUST*)
"B!$! Better Have My Money"
-RIHANNA (This is a Song From a Most Popular Music Talent...The Moral Is...
PAY OTHERS WHAT YOU *OWE* EM'!
My OWN Words: "KARMA HAS A HIGHER PRICE...NO WOODEN NICKELS NEITHER.)
"I Bid You Farewell!"
-SUN&HAIL (This is when the SOUL WHISPERS....
Solace AND Acceptance with Overwhelming PEACE That A Person Sends To A Person WHOM Was ONCE Their Person;
I Bid You Farewell, At One Point You Made My Heart SWELL...In UTTER Joy and at times...UTTER Pain, Mutual**That PART IS A SHAME; YET, THE GOOD AND THE GROWTH THAT FOLLOWED...
AN IMPERATIVE...AMEN!
SUCH A *BLESSED* GAIN!!!)
"Your HEALTH Is Your WEALTH!"
-The MASTER of MINDFULNESS (Upon address, HE/SHE takes INVENTORY...
WHAT Can I Do, To IMPROVE My GROOVE!
Get Out And MOVE(MORE) And STRENGTHEN Your CORE! By The Way,
One More Convey: BECOME A WATERHOLIC!)
What Are YOUR Eargasms, Eyegasms or Exciting Idea Spasms? *SMILE*
ENHANCEMENT/BETTERMENT AND TESTAMENT: "LISTENING CLOSELY, OH SO CLOSELY!~"
-AN ATTENTIVE POET
-EARGASMS
"HOW POWERFUL...
*THOSE* SENTIMENTS!!!"
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} May 24, 2023#
We’re frantically typing to finish our assignments
and end our Friday night homework confinement.
Chella wants to go to a frat-house soirée
I went to a few of those back in the day.
No more frat parties, I once emphatically said.
I make rules for myself, usually based on emotion
but once I calm down, rules are made to be broken,
and it’s good, I suppose, to stay in touch with the kids
Chella does this a lot, finds a trendy hot spot,
and drags me along, enthusiastically or not.
She’ll attempt, and fail, to do a Keg stand.
That’s ok, we’re not athletes, I understand.
We’re just having fun with it, hitting a beat good,
fugitives from the rough passage to adulthood
We feel like old ladies now - it's hilarious.
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Mini playlist for this:
Pon de Replay by Rihanna
Little Things x Gypsy Woman (L BEATS MASHUP) by Jorja Smith
Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd
Summertime by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
More Than A Woman (SG's Paradise Edit) by Bee Gees & SG Lewis
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*I’ve got a Will Smith track here, I’m ashamed of how much I love his early
Fresh Prince rap years - but on the real - OJ was ‘the juice’ before he was OJ,
Michael wasn’t always hyperbaric and Will Smith pretended he wasn’t the
wifedup jesus pretenda he revealed himself to be.
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slang..
wifedup = pu$$y-whipped
jesus = nice guy
pretenda = pretender
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*We feel like old ladies because
(1) these frat boys are just lowly undergraduates and we’re master’s candidates which is vastly, vastly better. and
(2) we're Yale graduates, which is vastly, vastly better than being Harvard graduates (in our opinion).
Smile for a mile
Stay here for a while
Your grace face and reality myth
Is something I can’t keep pace with
“You’re amazing just the way you are” – Bruno Mars “Just the Way You Are”
I quote singers because I don’t plagiarize…
I realize that they are grand in my wild eyes…
But, in my tame-wild daydreaming, I wish…
Someone would read this – to turn their day around like an anguish
In reverse…
You’re not a curse…
You’re a blessing from on high
It’s something I can’t deny…(sigh)
“Shine bright like a diamond” – Rihanna “Diamond”
Speechless because this song speaks through me…
These lyrics I am most fond of...I wish these lyrics is like a magic wand
That can take away all the pain of past’s rain…God is here, healing’s near, I sea…
I see crystal clear that I’m not the only one suffering
I’m like a YouTube video, sometimes buffering
But, I am an incomplete masterpiece . . .
I want to give you chaos no more, but of peace…
Without the media involved
But, that’s another poem to polish up on…a riddle unsolved…
(the series inspired by “Clown” by Korn and “Clown” by Emeli Sandé)