Thursday, February 12, 2009

Transfusion

Blood-filled vein cut
open, dripping red onto white,
filling each line with another
piece of me, myself and I
listen to blood dropping,
heart slowing,
eyes closing,
life slipping
away I go,
letting go of everything.

Labored breaths signal
the end.
Shackled emotions break
free from mortal minds
let loose on wire-bound pages,
my fingertips pulsate.

No longer dripping,
life seeps quickly,
lines filled completely,
one last moment of resistence
flees.
I surrender.

Vein emptied.
Heart stopped.
Life lost.
Away I go,
giving my life to poetry.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Creative


With school out of session for the past two weeks, i have felt the need to indulge in personal pleasures like reading! I finally picked up A Thousand Splendid Suns  by Khaled Hosseini, author of The Kite Runner. I thoroughly enjoyed the Kite Runner and look forward to once again getting engrossed in Hosseini's work. I have also felt a creative bug and besides my editing, I recently began a crocheting project. I made a hat which took me no real time at all. This was done for my running partner but I plan to finish one each for the hubby and kids before school starts again.

Friday, January 9, 2009

My Life, My Lessons

The school year came to an end a few weeks ago. While I was happy to see it end, I was not so happy about my grades. I didn't do nearly as well as I would have liked. Two years ago, my youngest was a baby and I managed to run back and forth to school with the kids in tow and received an A and a B. This semester was, well I thought less hectic... Kids all in school and yet I receive my first ever college C and D! D! I am still screaming inside. I choked on both of my finals and they each weighed heavily on my final grade. I knew when the pencil went down it was not going to be pretty. I sat in the same room for both finals... back to back! No recovery time. It was a little much. I could sit around and beat myself up about it but it's done. I know that I need to put more time in to the work which means more personal sacrifice. I'm weary to think of what that personal sacrifice will be... 


Loss.

I am a romantic. Many may automatically think of a relationship but I am a romantic in EVERY sense of the word. While very aware of reality, I flirt with idealism and fantasy. I have become accustom to certain occurrences in my life but have come to a place where I must now let them go. It is painful in a way but then that's the nature of loss, isn't it? I will become untrained, unaccustomed and the pain will dissipate. I pray only that the romance is not totally loss in the process.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

The Race is Not for the Swift!

So I have shared with my readers my goal to reach and complete medical school. It has been a long and arduous semester but i'm nearing the end of my first of four laps. I began the semester taking pre-calculus and Bio 102 which includes a lab segment. I have enjoyed dissecting the fetal pig (once I got over the swine factor - no offense to my "other white meat" eaters out there), flowers and even the crayfish. I could have done without the punett squares but i've been told genetics is a major part of medicine... Go figure... LOL! 

Now math on the hand has taken it's share of jabs at this sistah but I refuse to give up. I have not done fantastic on my quizzes but as my professor said to encourage me, I always come to class and complete all my assignments and the final is 40 percent of my grade. You're right if you said I need to rock the final. Tuesday is my last day of class and the day of my bio lab final. After this, I have a week to prepare for my bio lecture and math finals. I have felt like a fish out of water next to all these recent high school graduates who were just taking this stuff last year! I on the other hand took a math course in 2006 and b4 that 1994! I did attempt to get math tutoring but alas a room full of unknowing students and three tutors didn't quite fit my much lacking math skills. 

Over the last month or so, I have found a classmate and a calculus tutor who have been a help to me. The Calculus tutor hasn't seen pre-cal in a while so it's a refresher for him and he keeps a fire under me so that's good. One day, my husband offered him a slice of my pumpkin bread (minus the walnuts, half the sugar and addition of raisins) and let's just say we worked out his compensation!

I am attending my alma mater, the City College of New York to complete my premed classes. This is mainly because they have a post-bacc premedical studies program geared to help degree holding students complete med school requirements. I decided to apply to the program to help my chances in getting into a good med school and to simply provide solid support on my way there. I reached out to a friend and ex-employer at City as well as my mentor for recommendations and prepared my application for the deadline of Dec 1st @ 5pm. 

Unfortunately, preparation of my personal statement was delayed to the weekend before... and needless to say I didn't finish until 4:30 that day! I put everything in order and walked it over to the office. I handed my package (although not too happy with my rushed and so I felt lengthy and possibly even unfocused statement) to one of the assistants. After five minutes of him teasing me about the fact that if I missed my train I would have missed the deadline, he took it and delivered it to the director. I was then told to wait three to four weeks for a response. You can imagine my shock when I opened my mailbox two days letter and found my ACCEPTANCE letter to the program. It is a small step but it did something so big inside of me. I saw progression and felt once again like I can do this. I have since met the director and some of the incoming and outgoing post-bacc students. I'm excited about the next year and a half. It will take time and lots of work but I'm patient and up to the challenge.

Lap two, GET READY!

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Discounted Life

I absolutely thought that the monumental win by President Elect Barack Obama would have been the impetus for my return to the world of blogging... but alas, no (stay tuned though, I have some things to say about that!)

So what does have me back and pissed off to no end? How about the fact that a 34 year old man lost his life so some jerk could cop a flat panel for a few hundred dollars below the retail price!!!! What the f*@K!!! So now you have your trophy piece while this man's family mourns his loss? I'm so angered by this. When does the attainment of a thing outweigh the necessity for exercising common decency, order and outright common sense? This behavior does not end or begin with this incident. 

Why do we allow ourselves to be caught up in the allure of advertisements and media hype? We have to have to newest of the new because they tell us to? We have to freak out and pull out her hair because the economy is in the toilet? If we're not the richest of the rich, then how can we make it? We measure our status by the quantity of things we have gained in our lives instead of the quality of life that we lead. I've always tried to maintain a non-judgmental voice when it comes to this blog but I feel like we need to wake up! Is it wrong to want to save money and get a good bargain? Come on now... not at all. But something is wrong when we allow ourselves to get caught up in behavior that serves to destroy instead of build up. Let's not be be sheep. 

I don't know how effective this message will be because no one who would swarm into a store and trample a man to death for a $4 hand mixer would probably read this blog anyway! 

My heart and prayers go out to the family of Jdimytai Damour. Say his name... and remember it. He was someone's child, someone's future, someone's memories...

I'm Back!

So it's been ages since I've posted to this blog and I apologize to those who have followed my earlier posts. Many of you have urged me to keep writing and please don't think your voices went unheard (I even got a tender admonishment from my girl over at originalwombman.blogspot.com I know, Chi!). School has had me swamped but I plan to stay on top of my blogging from now on! 


Friday, August 8, 2008

Mothers Not Baby Mamas

This is an article I wrote for Mother's Day. It's lengthy but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

I was 19 when I became pregnant with my son. I was in the middle of deciding what college I was going to attend and suddenly I had to decide between breast and bottle. I was unmarried and a job at the gap was about as far I had traveled in the professional world. Looking back at that time and observing many inner city communities now, it’s easy to see that motherhood doesn’t always start with “once upon a time.” In many black & Hispanic communities, motherhood is indeed far from the fairytale image. For many, mother encompasses more than the traditional definition. Mothers play the role of mother, father, provider and anything else her family requires. These single mothers, often raised in single-family homes themselves, need the support of their surrounding communities and most important, the men who’ve helped produce their children.
I was born into a family of addicts. We had everything covered from smack to the horse tracks. My parents were never married and after my mother died of a heroin overdose, my grandmother took over my care. Midst her own alcohol demons, my grandmother worked hard to provide for me. She showered me with praise, told me how important it was to finish school and let me know I could be anything I wanted to be in life. She loved me and built in me the foundations of being a loving mother. I didn’t know it then, but what I wanted and needed in addition to that, was a father.
While experiences differ, many young women who grow up without a father are more likely to become pregnant in their teens. This is a reality for many women of color living in inner cities. The perpetuation of this lifestyle has birthed generations of single mothers and has led to the proliferation of the term, “baby mama.” Made popular through hip-hop songs and street jargon, the baby mama connotes more than just a single mother of a child. Its implications, while true in some cases, are for more demoralizing.
In one definition, the urban dictionary describes baby mamas as “ desperate, gold digging, emotionally starved women who had a baby out of spite or to keep a man.” Baby mamas are often depicted in music videos and songs as scorned women only interested in perpetuating drama for the fathers of their children. It’s sad that this image, this label often comes from the very men who father these children. Unable to offer the paternal presence they never received themselves, it is easier for them to justify their absenteeism by tearing down the mothers of their children.
If you take the time to talk to some of these so-called baby mamas, you will find that there are hopes of substance and longevity within these relationships. They are women with dreams and aspirations. Many have subconsciously looked to substitute fatherly love in amorous relationships. Coming from broken homes, these women don’t have a successful example by which to model their own relationships. This coupled with the fact that many of these men who come from fatherless homes and therefore lack paternal fortitude, results in another generation of children with little or no contact with their fathers. Seventy percent of black youths don’t live with their fathers and statistics show that these children are five times more likely to live in poverty and twice as likely to commit crime, drop out of school and/or abuse drugs and alcohol.

Women who fulfill the baby mama stereotype are the exception, not the rule. This misnomer casts a shadow over the majority of real single mothers trying to make it day to day. Midst the derogation, most single mothers fight for the same things their married counterparts fight for: a better life for their young. Some mothers give up themselves for the better of their children while others acquire the skills they need to better themselves and their children. While some mothers are clearly more successful than others, the love and effort for their children should not be discounted.
“Motherhood doesn’t come with a manual,” shares Kim L. of Queens. “As they grow, you grow.”
Jessica F. of Brooklyn says,” Before I was a mom, I never knew how intense it was.”
Jessica was a single mom when her first daughter was born nearly eleven years ago. She didn’t have the support needed from the father. She says her mother, “trial and error” and “motherly instinct” helped her get through the early years. Now in a successful relationship, Jessica has another daughter, but her desires for her children have remained consistent since the birth of her first child.
“I want my daughters to be secure and independent. I don’t want them to need validation from others.”
She also notes the difference in her dealings with her two daughters. Having to play both roles during her first daughter’s early years, she found that she was often harder on her. Not knowing an alternative, she did her best to ensure that her daughter would one day be able to stand on her own. She has the assistance now in raising her daughters and does not have to figure out the father role.
Like Jessica, I dealt primarily with trial and error and motherly instinct to help get through the early years with my son. We had very little monetarily, but the desire to succeed kept me going. I made many mistakes and my son had to deal with more than he should, but I found the support I needed to pull me out of the cycle. Now married, I see more than ever why children need a stable environment. Women need to be supported, especially by the men who come together with them to produce the next generation.
Some people say that your upbringing determines who or what you become. Some say that who you are is determined before birth. Hence, we have the nurture versus nature argument. While there may be exceptions to the rule, I’ve found that in most cases, true nurture will build a roadblock to a destructive path. We need our men to be fathers. We need to build up our little girls….and boys. When we stop tearing down our own, we will begin to raise up a generation purposed to the success of our people and begin to see the death of baby mama type attitudes. Mothers need to be able to provide a different start for their children’s lives to make lasting changes to their futures. Change begins with one person making a stand. Mothers want the best for their children and should be honored for what they do each day. Don’t wait until the second Sunday in May to celebrate mothers: everyday is Mother’s Day.

From one mother to all those out there, I see you and I salute you.