Posts Tagged ‘Womens Rights’

Am I the only one

In Communication, Griot, News, Politics on July 19, 2013 at 12:01 am



Womens Right. A blossoming topic.


Am I the only one who’s looking at the world crazy
and wondering why Womens Rights is an issue viewed so hazy?

I’m a vagina-packing lady and I’d not like you to tell
me what to do with my inner parts, so please do go to hell.

Oh well – Texas is dubbing for hell and my sister Texans are going through the test.
Though I am not safe, in my residence away – a similar law lives in the Southwest.

I think it’s best I continue to rally and voice
and remind representatives about “a womans choice.”

Let’s hoist a new sail and legislate stall
and camp out like Dream Defenders inside of city hall.

Am I the only one who’s wondering why
the world is full of women but respect is not nigh?

Eluding me and not including me – when talking about my body.
As if my mind’s not of this time, and my parts are purely naughty.

Law makers are sipping hot tottie inside of their a.m. coffee mugs
If they thinks it’s okay to take my rights away & I’d return a grateful hug.

How smug of you old white man and thank you for absolutely nothing at all.
If you think young white girls will repopulate your world – the joke is squarely on y’all.

Am I the only one who see’s this? You can’t make her do what you want her to do.
As long as there’s cash and airplane gas, someone will see the procedure through.

So you don’t want to reach out to Latino’s? Their birth numbers are awesomely on the rise.
Instead you law score “abortions no more”, in hopes to keep any kind of seed alive.
Even the one’s from a rape thrive?

A legal shuck and jive. I’m cool, I’m just airing my thoughts on the sum.
I’m Qui
Questioning the defines of our lawmakers minds — and I’m not the only one.

Airing it out…

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Politics, Self Improvement on August 8, 2012 at 11:20 am

My Flower. My Kitti Kat. My VAGINA!

Come on. We have to talk about it sometimes. Don’t let those pushing to take away womens rights be the only ones talking about it – even though they don’t like to call it by its name. “Vagina.” There! I said it and sometimes the word needs airing out.

“I bet you’re worried. I was worried.” That’s why I’ve decided to share the words of EVE ENSLER with you today. Surely you’re familiar with The Vagina Monologues. Right? If not, sit back and enjoy a little insight into many a mans ‘afternoon delight‘.

[The Vagina Monologues]– “There’s so much darkness and secrecy surrounding them — like the Bermuda triangle. Nobody ever reports back from there.

In the first place, it’s not so easy even to find your vagina. Women go weeks, months, sometimes years without looking at it. I interviewed a high-powered businesswoman who told me she was too busy; she didn’t have the time. Looking at your vagina, she said, is a full day’s work. You have to get down there on your back in front of a mirror that’s standing on its own, full-length preferred. You’ve got to get in the perfect position, with the perfect light, which then is shadowed somehow by the mirror and the angle you’re at. You get all twisted up. You’re arching your head up, killing your back. You’re exhausted by then. She said she didn’t have the time for that. She was busy.

So I decided to talk to women about their vaginas, to do vagina interviews, which became vagina monologues. I talked with over two hundred women. I talked to old women, young women, married women, single women, lesbians, college professors, actors, corporate professionals, sex workers, African America women, Hispanic women, Asian American women, Native American women, Caucasion women, Jewish women. At first women were reluctant to talk. They were a little shy. But once they got going, you couldn’t stop them. Women secretly love to talk about their vaginas. They get very excited, mainly because no one’s ever asked them before.

Let’s just start with the word “vagina.” It sounds like an infection at best, maybe a medical instrument: “Hurry, Nurse, bring me the vagina.” “Vagina.” “Vagina.” Doesn’t matter how many times you say it, it never sounds like a word you want to say. It’s a totally ridiculous, completely unsexy word. If you use it during sex, trying to be politically correct –“Darling, could you stroke my vagina?” — you kill the act right there.

I’m worried about vaginas, what we call them and don’t call them.

In Great Neck, they call it a pussycat. A woman there told me that her mother used to tell her, “Don’t wear panties underneath your pajamas, dear: you need to air out your pussycat.” In Westchester they called it a pooki, in New Jersey a twat. There’s a “powderbox,” derri’ere,” a “poochi,” a “poopi,” a “peepe,” a “poopelu,” a “poonani,” a “pal,” a “piche”,” “toadie,” “dee dee,” “nishi,” “dignity,” “monkey box,” coochi snorcher,” “cooter,” “labbe,” “Gladys Sieglman,” “VA,” “wee wee,” “horsepot,” “nappy dugout,” “mongo,” a “pajama,” “fannyboo,” “mushmellow,” a “ghoulie,” “possible,” “tamale,” “tottita,” “Connie,” a “Mimi” in Miami, a “split knish” in Philadelphia, and a “shmende” in the Bronx.

I am worried about vaginas.”

 — Eve Ensler

I’m obviously worried about my own vagina too;
as it relates to politics and the birth control issue.

I’m worried about rape and hoarding unwanted batter.
I’m worried because Republicans said – the HOW’s don’t matter.

If you’re impregnated from a rape, be informed young lady,
The Republicans said NO RIDDANCE – you must have the baby.

The vagina is connected to the ovaries, and the womb is the home,
but birth control, doesn’t just control birth, it also regulates our hormones.

The vagina is often spoken about, but never addressed as “my own”.
And if the good Lord didn’t give you one – please leave mine alone.

It’s not a debatable issue. What I call it is MY kitti kat,
I’m Qui
Airing it out – because every now & then, folks need that.

Springing Forward FUN

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Politics on March 12, 2012 at 8:47 am

Alas! Alas, it’s finally SPRING BREAK:
14 days of fun for the adolescents sake.
Me on the give and her on the take.
She bakes cupcakes and I gain the weight.

Yep! It’s going down a lot like that.
I’m up working out – to battle the fat.

SPRING is at hand and I’m in Tha’ Zone.
At least on this Monday – I won’t be alone.

My 14 year old offspring is officially in tow.
To acquaint with the city, we’ll go to and fro.

We went to the Ostrich Festival Saturday & had a lot of fun.
Intel paid for most of our recreational sum.

We were there for 8 hours and nearly rode every ride.
We slept hard on Sunday (recharging our hides).

After waking up Sunday – we hit the road again
in search of the hood to schmooze with melanin.

We live in a suburb of Mayberry galore.
No Koreans to speak of, no beauty supply stores. lol!

In other words, I don’t live in the hood.
I’m reppin’ the suburbs and it’s all to the good.

So the kid and I will duly hit the streets
roaming in search of cool peeps and merchant meets.

Springing Forward FUN – the clocks time changed
around most of the world, but in A-Z: stayed the same.

Then I hear Jada Pinkett may drop her married name…
Will Smith and etux seek to exit the marriage game?

I hope they can find a way to reconcile such.
The tabloids cry foul and speculate too much.

Tabloids hail: Tisha Campbell’s husbands is part of the reason
that Will and Jada are on the brink during this season.

Not necessarily fingering Duane Martin as being gay,
but at least point blame at him for Will yielding to “stray”.

Too much BOY TIME? Who the heck knows.
SPRING is at hand – may GOOD TIMES behold!

The President is the incumbent and poll numbers are crazy.
Campaigners vie for his job…the finish line looks hazy.

Me? I’m sipping jo’ listening to MORING JOE’s plight.
Me? I’m wondering what the heck is up with politic’ing WOMENS RIGHTS?

Me? I’m paying attention. I’m on the world news sum.
I’m Qui
Springing Forward GRIOT (part news, part support) and FUN.