ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am an artist living in NYC...most of my writing is for performance/spoken word, so keep that in mind as you read my work. [April 2009]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (33) Caged Fences (Poetry) How I feel sometimes... [161 words] Chocolate Fantasy (Poetry) Female response to Midnight Satin... [173 words] [Romance] Congratulation Night (Poetry) My feelings on the day after President Obama's historical election... [111 words] Creating Love To Make Love (Poetry) - [276 words] [Romance] Games 1 (Poetry) Back & Forth Dialogue between He and She [78 words] Games 2 (Poetry) Dialogue between another He & She! [66 words] Games 3 (Poetry) A bit more dialogue between "He" and "She." It's quite telling... [62 words] Happy Holidays (Poetry) I was feeling a bit sad over the holidays last year, then I saw the news...made me feel worse. [95 words] Help--Emergency (Poetry) A mix of The Beatles & A Different World, but still unique... [234 words] Hysterical Madness (Poetry) It is crazy what happens when you walk through these streets... [602 words] [Drama] Imani (Poetry) Just a quick little poem about faith. [68 words] [Spiritual] Midnight Satin (Poetry) I wrote this poem from a man's point of view. I was daydreaming about a story idea and this popped right into my head. [372 words] [Romance] Missing You...To Chris (Poetry) A poem about my first love and how I lost him...had to rewrite this one several times. [299 words] [Drama] Mood Swings (Poetry) - [77 words] No She Didn't (Poetry) Well, the piece speaks for itself... [180 words] Observations (Poetry) - [273 words] Passing Life (Poetry) Just a little something I wrote last year when I was feeling a bit sad... [164 words] Planned Lifehood (Poetry) Oh, if we could only choose the life we want to lead... [231 words] Rain On Me (Poetry) - [150 words] Reconciling My Spirit (Poetry) Submitted for Dominique Morriseau's "50in50" series, with support from the Frank Silvera Writers' Workshop, this piece is about how I feel living in a Black body. [235 words] Smack-U 1 (Poetry) Haiku...but, with flava... [19 words] Smack-U 2 (Poetry) Another one... [20 words] Smack-U 3 (Poetry) Well, one more [24 words] Smack-U 4 (Poetry) Last one...I think! [24 words] Soul Mate...Let Me Be Your Man (Poetry) Response to Chocolate Fantasy... (must read Midnight Satin and Chocolate Fantasy prior to reading Soul Mate...) [528 words] [Romance] Taking Time (Poetry) - [367 words] [Erotic] That Word (Uncut) (Poetry) This is why you should never meet an Angry Black Woman...please, do not get offended. This is what runs through my mind for 3 seconds after I hear that word... [464 words] The Other Day (Poetry) Well, I was taking a stroll the other day... [169 words] Violated (Poetry) - [217 words] Walking Across The Triborough Bridge (Poetry) I do this sometimes when I need to think, or when I need peace of mind... [232 words] Watch Ur Back (Poetry) A little something I made up on the quick... [45 words] With Those Eyes (Poetry) I hate being followed and watched by people who judge me solely based on the color of my skin...this is my story! [91 words] You Feelin' Me (Poetry) - [170 words]
Rant 1 Jina Kaye
I have always lived my life without falling into a type:
A nerd
A princess
A rebel
A jock
Or a weird girl
Not even
The Urkel
The BAP
The thug
The supreme athlete
Or the diva
And I was taught to never cage myself under a stereotype.
Be your own person, they say—
Who said?
Create your own style…
Do you—forget everyone else.
So why is the world so full of people
who fall into types…
or want to stereotype you?
Most people believe that if one does retail,
then one must be stupid:
No education
Can’t count money
No sense of self
People pleaser
So when they see someone who can do these things, they wonder…
Why are you here?
When people see me, no matter the circumstances, they see me as a
BAP or naïve or just plain stuck up. They don’t know who I am, what
I come from, where I’ve been or how much baggage I carry. They just
assume I am easy to manipulate—and I am not. Once that is established,
they start to talk about me and hate on me. All I’ll ever say is “hate on,”
because I only change for me.
Many people like to change others. They feel like it’s their calling…
their goal in life.
I love it when men say women try to change them. I love it more when men try to change women. It’s best when women say, “I hate it when men try to change me, like I am some damn coat.”
I don’t like it when people pigeon-hole me. I came into this world backwards and crying. When I was through crying, the nurse smacked me to make me cry again. I smacked her back—apparently, I’m a fighter. I hold that story in my heart because my Mom was proud to tell it.
The reason I say all of this is because I like to do things for Jina.
My poems are about my life.
My acting is an interpretation of my experiences.
My dancing is the joy coming from my soul.
My singing is about giving my heart a voice.
My painting in about creating a vision of the many worlds I envision.
And they are not meant to be used and manipulated for the sake of the mighty dollar bill.
My art is my calling…meant to heal the wounded and give voice to people who cannot speak.
So instead of trying to blend voices...
Stick with your own.
And do what you were born to do—
People may come with you, but—
They shall do them, not ride thy coattails.
Remember,
Even blended voices are created by individuals.
You may share the same space,
But the journey to getting there is always different.
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