BABYGIRL

The one thing about having power is having the power to make certain decisions— evaluating whether you are making the right decision for, not yourself but for the people. Big ups to all the decision makers out there!

Lola

I was disappointed when I went looking for the last pitures I took with my Lola two summers ago when she visited and couldn’t find them.  I loved her— I guess you can say that’s where I got my random stories and corny jokes from.  What was really weird is that we all thought she would be the last one to leave us, she was incredibly energetic and healthy for her age.  She loved traveling and going places, hated going to the doctors.  She had stories to tell you for days.  I remember when I was little we would all cram in one car, like a typical filipino family, and go to San Francisco.  I was small and I would just sit and liten to them laugh and tell their stories.  Till my Lola told the story about the crooked man, who lives in a crooked house, with a crooked dog, and a crooked head.  Which, if you can’t tell, was implying to the famous crooked street.  ily lola.

what’s up with people always asking me if I have a significant other, or a boyfriend? Forreallz? hHAHA. It happens to me all the time, but this weekend was just filled with that question, especially with hella family from the Islands visiting.  Which leads me to my spoken word poem rant thing I made for Asian American Final, that I would like to share.  It probably doesn’t have the same effect as if you hear it spoken to you, but whatevver you’ll get the point.

Where my ladies at?
No, I am not looking for my thinly stature girls.
The ones who lay on the toilet forcing themselves to hurl.
I am not looking for the perfectly volumized hair.
The one who sprays those chemicals in the air.
I am not looking for the rounded chest.
The one who is at Victoria’s trying on the best.
I am not looking for the stylish clothes.
The one who is sitting reading the latest vogue.
I am not looking for how many men you have been with.
The one who is building a benefit instead of a friendship.
I am not looking for the voice that nobody hears.
The one who nobody fears.
I am not looking for the Iciest bling
or the one with the biggest ring.
I am not looking for a big ass.
What I’m looking for is some class.

I am lost in this world where my fellow ladies have lost their purpose
and respect.
Where we dress up looking like sluts.
The day that we knew to be scary became the day where bras and
miniskirts was a tooth fairy.

Where having boys think we were hella bad and sexy was a good thing.
Even though, in reality it clipped our wings.

So maybe attention is what we need.
But please can we find another way to plant that seed.

We must grow in to a woman.
Someone with their heads held high
and a sway through their thighs.
A walk with dignity and pride.

Now with that strong pride and affirmation.
We will be able to grow and have a succession.
The passing of a title of a lady.

One who knows and accepts who she is.
Without all the media and other business.

Have a strong voice and make the right choice.
Speak for yourself and never keep shut.

Educate yourself and gain knowledge.
Know your history; her story.

I hear, “why he be disrespecting me? Why she be dissin’ me?”
Well homegurrl, they are representing yourself.
The way you see yourself wealth.

So don’t complain about how you are Disrespected
 and don’t get accepted.

Cause in all honesty, if you respect yourself and accept yourself

you will have the aura that will put you on that high shelf.

Now where my ladies that?
You don’t need to be wearing heels
or be wearing perfume that kills.
Red lipstick and have a man by your side claiming you his chick.

I’m talking about the strong ladies fighting for what they believe in
Looking at themselves in the mirror examining every aspect outside and
within.

The long lashes that shutter like a butterfly.
The nose that allows you to breathe life.
The eyes that allow you to recognize.
That in those eyes you see a lady
who deserves the time,
love,
and care
just as a baby.

Second Semester

I am ready for you.  First semester left me in disappointment.  Second semester don’t follow your sibling, and allow me the chance to enjoy you. Thankyou and goodbye.