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At The Half-way Mark

In Communication, Movies, Self Improvement on September 19, 2018 at 4:49 am

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I’m learning from the best and I’m praying to the Lord.

Y’all, as much as I love school, this particular degree course is hard.
I’m not worried nor in a hurry, I’m on the hump; a reel-workhorse.

Like, I really have a choice to do anything otherwise.
I’ve got knowledge on my plate and a belly bigger than my eyes.

Today is hump day and I’m feeling right-okay.
I’m up early feeling girly, it’s my production shoot day.

I’m producing a short film and anxiety keeps me from yawning.
It’s a class assignment and I’ve titled it “Sweet Morning.”

In pursuit of a degree in Cinematography, all assignments are geared towards “the shot.”
I don’t understand it all and am enjoying the knowledge crawl; intrigued daily. I like it a lot.

When shooting outside in Arizona – it’s hot and my eyes do burn from the sweat.
I often feel like I’m in a hot and dry sauna, but I haven’t lost any pounds yet. crazy-smileyface

And hey! That’s okay. I haven’t gained any pounds either.
I’m out in the sun even when the day is high and young,
to learn from the best – I am eager.

At the half-way mark, I’m feeling pretty good. I’ve got my camera and my drive.
I’m Qui
Good morning to thee, let’s hump on this shot list and give this script new life.

NEWS PERUSE – What Happened in High School

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on September 17, 2018 at 6:52 am

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Well hello, dear Monday! Where have you been?
Congress seems on par for letting Kavanaugh in.

But not one recollective minute before —
we hear the watermarks of Christine Blasey-Ford.

When Christine and Brett Kavanaugh were in high school,
she alleges that Bret attempted to rape her; life uncool.

She’s talking in detail and laying it on the line.
Christine delivered her written account to Diane Feinstein.

That was in July.
Kavanaugh’s life to Christine is a lie.

Many women are empathetic to Christine and her watermarked view.
Unfortunately, when I was in high school, it happened to me too.

It was lunch break and I hopped a ride with a male classmate
who was pretty good looking, popular and in no need of a date.

I was popular too – a writer, rapper, and drill team dancer.
After returning to campus from lunch – he became a creepy chancer.

In his savvy sports car, he locked the doors
and unzipped his pants for a “girl-handy” score.

I asked what he was doing and to please unlock the door.
I asked him thrice, but he wasn’t listening anymore.

He was in pursuit to get me to touch his lap,
instead, I balled up my fist and give his lip a bap!

He hit me back and we begin to fight inside of his two-seater.
He struggled to unlock my door after a few minutes of me being “the beater.”

I ran inside of the school and at the first pay phone, I called my dad.
He told me to report it to the office unless I already had.

I went to the office; I was just 16 and in the 11th grade
and the female principle didn’t believe what I had to say.

She blamed me for being good looking and dressing nice,
and implied that I wanted “it” and that next time I’ll think twice.

Good Lord! Her brutal summation wasn’t right, and she seemed so mad.
The female principle gave me a pass to get over this and on to class.

I did go to class, but the feelings of being a prey did not stop.
About 30-minutes later, I hear my dad going-at-it with the cops.

Dad left his job after I hung up and came straight to my high school.
Campus monitors allowed him site access because he was a cool dude.

Dad inquired about the male student’s name that I had told him about.
They pointed my dad to his class and dad asked the student to come out.

The male student did.
That’s when I heard the cops trying to corral my dad’s wig.

The noise rang out from the corridors; rage was the pressing margin.
The cops came to my class and asked me if I’d like to press charges?

The attempt to rape a child is not a passe thing,
especially since the male classmate was already 18.

The scene got real serious; dad, the cops and the boy were standing by.
I was told to repeat the incident minute-by-minute, miss nothing, and don’t lie.

I did. I retold the tale in detail and I was not coy.
The Miranda rights came out and they began to arrest the boy.

My dad took me aside and into another room
and told me that he was there for me while chaos and uncertainty loomed.

I told my dad that I didn’t know what to do.
I just wanted to be respected; validate my truths.

Dad concurred and heard out every word that I had to say.
He explained the male teenager’s behavior, and how charges come to stay.

He left it up to me, to send the classmate to the clinger or not.
I chose to let this be a warning, they uncuffed the popular snot.

Teary-eyed with so much to lose, he never bothered me again.
I saw him a decade after graduation and his aura reflected the sin.

I don’t think he ever did such a thing again. Forcing intimacy is lame.
Plus when I saw him in the store a decade later he hung his head in shame.

I am not mad at him anymore, and it looks like his lip went down too,
I’m Qui
and Kavanaugh isn’t supreme at all if any of what Christine said is true.

 

When your truth is too true

In Communication, Griot, Movies, Networking, News, Self Improvement, Video on September 12, 2018 at 4:11 am

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FACT: The title of this piece was provided by a person who was self-evaluating. And no, the person was not me.

Brutally honest folks who mean well should consider the following information before each honest delivery:

“Truth and honesty without compassion is brutality.”

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I suppose I should know,
I’m an honesty-wielding Leo.

Yessir, and yes ma’am, -I’m confessing to you kinfolk:
with retrospection and honesty, I can impale another’s throat.

I often preface  though, “the following won’t be pretty, but it is honest reality…”
Often times the receiver is their best amen choir & believer – and may get mad at me.

Everybody wants honesty but not as it pertains to what they (themselves) do.
Right?
I cannot nourish your plight and recommend A FEW GOOD MEN for movie night –
because “you can’t handle the truth.”

I dig ol’ Bader Ginsburg, Ruth and McKinnon, Kate of SNL.
When it comes to lasting impersonations, Kate brings the judicial hail.

Still, I’ve always known that my most honest deliveries could use a little more tact.
I thank my mom for my compassionate heart and my dad for holding nothing back.

I am indeed Redd’s daughter; I am honest and I preface – please do not take offense.
I’m Qui
‘loving the honest quote that I heard on TV. I’m working on me and the quote makes good sense.

What show was I watching? Well, now that’s a good question.
This show is the best yo, it’s called MARRIED TO MEDICINE.

The truth and honesty quote is stronger than an espresso brew.
If you’re not a sugar-coater of truth, does this quote at all apply to you?