“Mahogany"©
by Tulip Cole
He sat two seats in front of me on the bus every morning
He smiled at me just to say hello, and just like Beyonce, I could see his halo
His skin looked as if he just jumped out of a chocolate swimming pool and it dried in every beautiful spot on his gorgeous body
His lips were like rose pedals, a beautiful pastel pink and his eyes glittered an amazing brown in the mid day sun as my eyes danced every day at the sight of seeing him..
He never spoke to me in fact I didn’t think he knew my name but I knew his, see
they called him Mahogany and he was unaware that he had fan in me, see for months I noticed him in his nice Italian looking suit, drinking his coffee, listening to his i-pod and ignoring me.
Never having the courage to go up to him and speak, I sat in the corner like a sheep being meek and at times pretending to be asleep, see
I was scared what he might think of me.
He was like a beautiful Michelangelo painting, a living embodiment of David, and a true African King all rolled up in one, he was just that fine
One day he got on the bus, walked past his seat and to my surprise he sat beside me,
I felt like a rocket, ready to go off at any moment, see he didn’t know what that meant to me
Silent we both were. Like a rhythmic drum, my heart began beating at tempo faster than the speed light
I didn’t think it would last long, I mean what would he see in me? The longer the wait the faster the beating until he reached out his hand as his greeting and said “Hi, They call me Mahogany and you are unaware you have a fan in me. See I notice you every morning drinking your tea, reading a book, or asleep. And sometimes I want to walk back here just to whisper in your ear that I think I am experiencing love at first sight but I’m scared. See I heard they call you Carmel and you are the all to end everything, the one desire my soul has to breathe, and the only thing I look forward to in the morning”
So we sat and talked and after much consideration, I realized he was best for me.
I never felt like kissing his beautiful pastel pink rose pedals before.
I never felt like looking into his glittery amazing brown eyes before.
I never felt like breathing in his air or soaking up his knowledge before
But now I couldn’t hide it anymore
He sleeps right next to me in our bed every morning
He kisses me on my cheek just to say hello, and just like Beyonce, I can see his halo.
His name is Mahogany and he is aware that he has a fan in me
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Procrastination Sucks!
"Waiting is a trap. There will always be reasons to wait...The truth is, there are only two things in life, reasons and results, and reasons simply don't count."-Robert Anthony
Ok so I'm sitting in the library at school. I came here to start work on a research paper that not only is due in like a week but I've known about since FEBRUARY!!! I don't know about other people but my mind can't focus on one thing at one time. I'll say I'm about to do my paper then wait two maybe three days to start. And it's not like I started this in college, I've been a procrastinator since middle school. It got worst during high school because I hated high school. But now Bennett College is experiencing something my high school teachers called "Tulip's Wait Period." This is when I wait to the last minute for EVERYTHING! Help Me! I'm not proud of this but Hello! I'm Tulip and I am a procrastinator!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
My New Favorite Poet
Last Friday, I was watching TV when this show called "Brave New Voices" came on. I had heard of it before I just never thought to look it up or anything. I watched as this young man from Brooklyn named B. Yung. After being amazed by him and his skills I had to look him up on youtube.
He is my new favorite poet because he, single handly, ingited the poetry fire in my heart again. He is the future.
His myspace: http://www.myspace.com/apoetnamedyung
his blog: http://brookyung.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
“Sick and Tired"© By Me
By Tulip Cole
I’m tired, tired of being broken down by many nights where
At times it looked so dark out there
I never understood how we as women survive see,
These days, our men run the streets in pursuit of something they can’t have, see
Nowadays a woman has to the protector, provider, and a father to a child, who will truly never understand why her father isn’t being a man
I’m sick, sick of always trying to find that beautiful light at the end of the tunnel not knowing how my luck will funnel down to my pockets, see my child needs me
Just because you are out in the streets, running to this corner and that corner just to make a dollar, doesn’t mean that your daughter, oops I’m sorry my daughter, has to suffer.
Some nights, I wonder how life would have been with you and I realize, nigga,
I’m better without you. You swear up and down that “baby, I’ll change, just wait” well fuck that I’m tired of waiting.
I’m tired of hoping and praying that you change,
knowing that when you come around you just want the change in my pocket so that you can save up for that Range you bull shit about.
I’m sick of always having to call your momma to ask where you are and she can never seem to tell me the exact location so I’m forced to be Detective Gadget in this bitch and look for you all over the nation.
She allows you to do whatever you want, just so she can flaunt to her friends at the new piece of shit you bought.
But mostly I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I’m sick and tired of hating you.
I’m sick and tired of fighting you.
I’m sick and tired of wanting you because I know I can never have you.
I’m tired, tired of being broken down by many nights where
At times it looked so dark out there
I never understood how we as women survive see,
These days, our men run the streets in pursuit of something they can’t have, see
Nowadays a woman has to the protector, provider, and a father to a child, who will truly never understand why her father isn’t being a man.
But what you have to understand is I’m sick and tired of being the man. So step up and listen.
At times it looked so dark out there
I never understood how we as women survive see,
These days, our men run the streets in pursuit of something they can’t have, see
Nowadays a woman has to the protector, provider, and a father to a child, who will truly never understand why her father isn’t being a man
I’m sick, sick of always trying to find that beautiful light at the end of the tunnel not knowing how my luck will funnel down to my pockets, see my child needs me
Just because you are out in the streets, running to this corner and that corner just to make a dollar, doesn’t mean that your daughter, oops I’m sorry my daughter, has to suffer.
Some nights, I wonder how life would have been with you and I realize, nigga,
I’m better without you. You swear up and down that “baby, I’ll change, just wait” well fuck that I’m tired of waiting.
I’m tired of hoping and praying that you change,
knowing that when you come around you just want the change in my pocket so that you can save up for that Range you bull shit about.
I’m sick of always having to call your momma to ask where you are and she can never seem to tell me the exact location so I’m forced to be Detective Gadget in this bitch and look for you all over the nation.
She allows you to do whatever you want, just so she can flaunt to her friends at the new piece of shit you bought.
But mostly I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I’m sick and tired of hating you.
I’m sick and tired of fighting you.
I’m sick and tired of wanting you because I know I can never have you.
I’m tired, tired of being broken down by many nights where
At times it looked so dark out there
I never understood how we as women survive see,
These days, our men run the streets in pursuit of something they can’t have, see
Nowadays a woman has to the protector, provider, and a father to a child, who will truly never understand why her father isn’t being a man.
But what you have to understand is I’m sick and tired of being the man. So step up and listen.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Why I Love Poetry/Happy Easter
I was going to wait and post this whenever I finished my poem but I couldn't wait. I've been a lover of poetry since probably pre-k. I remember when I was like 8. A children's poet came in and taught us alittle of her poetry. We were able to write our on little short poem. Mine said something like "The cat is black, he's sitting on a sack." When I was 9, my elementary school published books that my grade wrote. We could write anything; short stories, poems, or essays. I remember my little book had more poetry than stories in it. I wrote about my best friend at the time, my family, imaginary friends, and snowmen. In middle school, I loved poetry but my 8th grade english teacher ruined my love for a while. She, being an english teacher, was suppose to teach us poetry, but on the first day of class, she said she hated poetry so she would never read or write it. In high school, I had three teachers who truly inspired my love of poetry again but in different ways. Mrs. Faulkner inspired me to write poetry, Mrs. Whistant inspired me to read poetry, and Mrs. Hagan inspired me to hear poetry. Now that I go to Bennett College, I'm surrounded by many women who have, through reading and hearing them, inspired me to write poetry once more. To me, poetry is like a diary, you write things down that you feel at the moment and they are there forever. I will be posting some of my poetry on here.
In other news....
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I hope you have a great Easter. Eat lots of food!
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I hope you have a great Easter. Eat lots of food!
Friday, April 10, 2009
R.I.P Carl Joseph Walker-Hoover
NEW YORK, April 9, 2009 - An 11-year-old Massachusetts boy, Carl Joseph Walker-Hoover, hung himself Monday after enduring bullying at school, including daily taunts of being gay, despite his mother’s weekly pleas to the school to address the problem. This is at least the fourth suicide of a middle-school aged child linked to bullying this year.
Carl, a junior at New Leadership Charter School in Springfield who did not identify as gay, would have turned 12 on April 17, the same day hundreds of thousands of students will participate in the 13th annual National Day of Silence by taking some form of a vow of silence to bring attention to anti-LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender) bullying and harassment at school. The other three known cases of suicide among middle-school students took place in Chatham, Evanston and Chicago, Ill., in the month of February.
"Our hearts go out to Carl’s mother, Sirdeaner L. Walker, and other members of Carl's family, as well as to the community suffering from this loss," GLSEN Executive Director Eliza Byard said. "As we mourn yet another tragedy involving bullying at school, we must heed Ms. Walker’s urgent call for real, systemic, effective responses to the endemic problem of bullying and harassment. Especially in this time of societal crisis, adults in schools must be alert to the heightened pressure children face, and take action to create safe learning environments for the students in their care. In order to do that effectively, as this case so tragically illustrates, schools must deal head-on with anti-gay language and behavior."
Two of the top three reasons students said their peers were most often bullied at school were actual or perceived sexual orientation and gender expression, according to From Teasing to Torment: School Climate in America, a 2005 report by GLSEN and Harris Interactive. The top reason was physical appearance.
"As was the case with Carl, you do not have to identify as gay to be attacked with anti-LGBT language," Byard said. "From their earliest years on the school playground, students learn to use anti-LGBT language as the ultimate weapon to degrade their peers. In many cases, schools and teachers either ignore the behavior or don’t know how to intervene."
Nearly 9 out of 10 LGBT youth (86.2%) reported being verbally harassed at school in the past year because of their sexual orientation, nearly half (44.1%) reported being physically harassed and about a quarter (22.1%) reported being physically assaulted, according to GLSEN’s 2007 National School Climate Survey of more than 6,000 LGBT students.
In most cases, the harassment is unreported. Nearly two-thirds of LGBT students (60.8%) who experience harassment or assault never reported the incident to the school. The most common reason given was that they didn’t believe anything would be done to address the situation. Of those who did report the incident, nearly a third (31.1%) said the school staff did nothing in response. While LGBT youth face extreme victimization, bullying in general is also a widespread problem. More than a third of middle and high school students (37%) said that bullying, name-calling or harassment is a somewhat or very serious problem at their school, according to From Teasing to Torment. Bullying is even more severe in middle school. Two-thirds of middle school students (65%) reported being assaulted or harassed in the previous year and only 41% said they felt very safe at school.
Carl's suicide comes about a year after eighth-grader Lawrence King was shot and killed by a fellow student in a California classroom, allegedly because he was gay.
GLSEN recommends four simple approaches schools can take to begin addressing bullying now.
Said Walker in the Springfield Republican: "If anything can come of this, it's that another child doesn't have to suffer like this and there can be some justice for some other child. I don't want any other parent to go through this."
Carl, a junior at New Leadership Charter School in Springfield who did not identify as gay, would have turned 12 on April 17, the same day hundreds of thousands of students will participate in the 13th annual National Day of Silence by taking some form of a vow of silence to bring attention to anti-LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender) bullying and harassment at school. The other three known cases of suicide among middle-school students took place in Chatham, Evanston and Chicago, Ill., in the month of February.
"Our hearts go out to Carl’s mother, Sirdeaner L. Walker, and other members of Carl's family, as well as to the community suffering from this loss," GLSEN Executive Director Eliza Byard said. "As we mourn yet another tragedy involving bullying at school, we must heed Ms. Walker’s urgent call for real, systemic, effective responses to the endemic problem of bullying and harassment. Especially in this time of societal crisis, adults in schools must be alert to the heightened pressure children face, and take action to create safe learning environments for the students in their care. In order to do that effectively, as this case so tragically illustrates, schools must deal head-on with anti-gay language and behavior."
Two of the top three reasons students said their peers were most often bullied at school were actual or perceived sexual orientation and gender expression, according to From Teasing to Torment: School Climate in America, a 2005 report by GLSEN and Harris Interactive. The top reason was physical appearance.
"As was the case with Carl, you do not have to identify as gay to be attacked with anti-LGBT language," Byard said. "From their earliest years on the school playground, students learn to use anti-LGBT language as the ultimate weapon to degrade their peers. In many cases, schools and teachers either ignore the behavior or don’t know how to intervene."
Nearly 9 out of 10 LGBT youth (86.2%) reported being verbally harassed at school in the past year because of their sexual orientation, nearly half (44.1%) reported being physically harassed and about a quarter (22.1%) reported being physically assaulted, according to GLSEN’s 2007 National School Climate Survey of more than 6,000 LGBT students.
In most cases, the harassment is unreported. Nearly two-thirds of LGBT students (60.8%) who experience harassment or assault never reported the incident to the school. The most common reason given was that they didn’t believe anything would be done to address the situation. Of those who did report the incident, nearly a third (31.1%) said the school staff did nothing in response. While LGBT youth face extreme victimization, bullying in general is also a widespread problem. More than a third of middle and high school students (37%) said that bullying, name-calling or harassment is a somewhat or very serious problem at their school, according to From Teasing to Torment. Bullying is even more severe in middle school. Two-thirds of middle school students (65%) reported being assaulted or harassed in the previous year and only 41% said they felt very safe at school.
Carl's suicide comes about a year after eighth-grader Lawrence King was shot and killed by a fellow student in a California classroom, allegedly because he was gay.
GLSEN recommends four simple approaches schools can take to begin addressing bullying now.
Said Walker in the Springfield Republican: "If anything can come of this, it's that another child doesn't have to suffer like this and there can be some justice for some other child. I don't want any other parent to go through this."
I'm so tired of this! May he rest in peace. My prayers are with his mother and their family.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
I Refuse To Be A Slave To Drama!
During high school, I was told that nothing gets worse than the drama of high school. But whoever told me that, either didn't expect me to go to college or didn't think I would pick an all-women college. None of the lying, fighting, crying, and backstabbing compares to the drama that surrounds college. From rumors to fights, it's almost as bad as high school. Most girls, of whom I hopefully to be one day, have matured and decided that they will not be a slave to the drama that college life can make. But there are those girls, & you can see them coming at you a mile ahead, do not understand the fact that, in college you have to grow up. I see in girls I don't like, I hang out with, and yes even myself. I confess that at one point in time I, too, put my part in the never ending cycle of drama at Bennett.
I often times would see a girl and not like her immediately. But I can say that I have changed and hopefully will continue to change as I finish out my education. Now, I can tolerate a person for as long as I allow. But I still have some time to go on. I still believe that every person in this world, in some way contributes to the pain and drama they endure in their life. Some people, though they don't know it, attracts the one thing that gives them pain. So as long as I am me, I refuse to be a slave to drama and I will continue to grow up and work on me.
1st Post Ever!!
Hello and welcome to A Belle's Prospective!
I, first, want to say thank you for coming and viewing something that I really want to work. Secondly, I just want to say that I created this blog to speak my mind and hopefully find people out there who actually agreed with my views. I do not mean to offend anyone or make anyone mad, I just want to speak my mind. I created this blog for the soul propose of letting people understand my views on world events, entertainment, and family issues as well as telling my story, my way. I am a devoted Christain but I will oppose my views about religion on anyone who reads my blogs.
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