The memory of my history is all about my culture. I miss it the most while I am up here in Maine. Donald Byrd, Ronnie Laws, Confunction, Parliment..........anyways
I'm Black Like:
Playing dominoes and a game of spades
it's night time and I still wear shades
Eatin' watermelon with a fork and some salt
drag my feet every where that I walk
Cook my bacon and I save the grease
even my baggy jeans gotta have a crease
Lettin' the phone ring when somebody's calling
sleepin in and never seeing the morning
Wearing slippers and I bent the heal
seasoning salt, paprika, and a box of cornmeal
Pancakes with a side of scrapple
fried bologna, fried bananas, and fried apples
Ashey skin and my lips get all chapped
my uncle's outta jail, next week he's going back
You think I'm good at every sport
you think that all I smoke is weed or Newports
I'm Black Like:
Saturdays and the Kung Fu flicks
grandad using scissors to get the toe nails clipped
Do rags, hair grease, and straightening combs
pigs feet, cornbread, black eyed peas and neckbones
My Kool-Aide is always to sweet
always wearing socks and never showing my feet
Whiskey and honey makes everything feel better
my corns are singing and I can smell the weather
Never knowing how to end a song
being in church on Sunday and staying too long
Baked macaroni and eatin' a sammich
saying I'm getting money because my hands itch
At the movies always running my mouth
all my cousins live somewhere down south
I'm black like...You can't say that word but I still can
I'm black like..."Who dis?" and saying words like
Daaayyyeeeem!!!!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Sunday through Tuesday
What a ride these days have been for me. Being a student and a college security guard definitely has its challenges.
This weekend was very tiring with trying to finish my homework and woking overnights to keep the peace at EMCC. It's all good though because I know how to suck it up and just get stuff done.
The best part is that, to my knowledge, there is some good respect coming from the other students. On my shift the comotion seems to be very minimal. If anyone reading this is a school resident, you have my sincere gratitude.
This weekend was very tiring with trying to finish my homework and woking overnights to keep the peace at EMCC. It's all good though because I know how to suck it up and just get stuff done.
The best part is that, to my knowledge, there is some good respect coming from the other students. On my shift the comotion seems to be very minimal. If anyone reading this is a school resident, you have my sincere gratitude.
My Dream Journalized
Last night was a very restless night for me. Sometimes it is just that way and I wish that I never sleep at all.
I had a strange dream. In the dream I was a model and I was singing on American Idol. Everything was so vivid; the colors, the lights, the song. I am journalizing it so that if anyone has any insight they can share it with me.
I'm going through some changes at this time.
I'm human, poetry in motion and I find
that my verses don't even rhyme.
I ask so many questions of myself.
Is this reality? Can I wish on another shooting star?
Maybe this time it will shine on someone else.
If I walk in or stumble through the door,
If I fall down and end up on the floor,
or if I wake up as make up on the face of Madonna or Demi Moore;
I am a model; does anyone care about the real me anymore?
Am I alive or am I a victim of myself.
I wear my high heels on the inside of my feet and
my skeleton is on the outside of my skin.
You can see me looking out at you,
but is there ever anybody looking in.
My life was a new album and every song has already been overplayed.
I used to feel like an ocean and now I am like
a lakebed whose waters have all been washed away.
If I walk in or stumble through the door,
If I fall down and end up on the floor,
or if I wake up as make up on the face of Madonna or Demi Moore;
I am a model; does anyone care about the real me anymore?
Am I alive or am I a victim of myself?
I had a strange dream. In the dream I was a model and I was singing on American Idol. Everything was so vivid; the colors, the lights, the song. I am journalizing it so that if anyone has any insight they can share it with me.
I'm going through some changes at this time.
I'm human, poetry in motion and I find
that my verses don't even rhyme.
I ask so many questions of myself.
Is this reality? Can I wish on another shooting star?
Maybe this time it will shine on someone else.
If I walk in or stumble through the door,
If I fall down and end up on the floor,
or if I wake up as make up on the face of Madonna or Demi Moore;
I am a model; does anyone care about the real me anymore?
Am I alive or am I a victim of myself.
I wear my high heels on the inside of my feet and
my skeleton is on the outside of my skin.
You can see me looking out at you,
but is there ever anybody looking in.
My life was a new album and every song has already been overplayed.
I used to feel like an ocean and now I am like
a lakebed whose waters have all been washed away.
If I walk in or stumble through the door,
If I fall down and end up on the floor,
or if I wake up as make up on the face of Madonna or Demi Moore;
I am a model; does anyone care about the real me anymore?
Am I alive or am I a victim of myself?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Him
He is Marlon P. Weaver and is originally from Waterbury, CT. Marlon came to Maine in 1992 as an enrollee in the Penobscot Job Corps program. Being in this state for the past 16 years has given him the opportunity to make some positive strides in life.
Marlon started to write down his thoughts in 2003 while overseas in Kuwait and Iraq. Writing down those thoughts was a way to keep his mind off of the war.
When Marlon returned home to the United States he just continued to write as a theraputive outlet whenever frustrated or drunk.
He chose this course with the expectations that it will help with expressing himself better through writing. Marlon wants to pen the experiences he had overseas and ultimately write a book about them.
Marlon started to write down his thoughts in 2003 while overseas in Kuwait and Iraq. Writing down those thoughts was a way to keep his mind off of the war.
When Marlon returned home to the United States he just continued to write as a theraputive outlet whenever frustrated or drunk.
He chose this course with the expectations that it will help with expressing himself better through writing. Marlon wants to pen the experiences he had overseas and ultimately write a book about them.
About You
Your name is Marlon P. Weaver and your are originally from Waterbury, CT.
You came to Maine in 1992 as an enrollee in the Penobscot Job Corps program.Being in this state for the past 16 years has helped you to make some positive strides in your life.
You began writing your thoughts down in 2003 while overseas in Kuwait and Iraq. Writing down those thoughts was a way to keep your mind off of the war. When you returned home you just continued to write as a positive outlet whenever frustrated or drunk.
You chose this course with the expectations that it will help to express yourself better through writing.
You would love to be able to pen the experiences had overseas and ultimately write a book about them.
You came to Maine in 1992 as an enrollee in the Penobscot Job Corps program.Being in this state for the past 16 years has helped you to make some positive strides in your life.
You began writing your thoughts down in 2003 while overseas in Kuwait and Iraq. Writing down those thoughts was a way to keep your mind off of the war. When you returned home you just continued to write as a positive outlet whenever frustrated or drunk.
You chose this course with the expectations that it will help to express yourself better through writing.
You would love to be able to pen the experiences had overseas and ultimately write a book about them.
Me First.
My name is Marlon P. Weaver. I am originally from Waterbury, CT. I arrived in Maine in 1992 as an enrollee in the Penobscot Job Corps program.
Being in this state for the past 16 years has helped me to progress in my life. I began writing my thoughts down in 2003 while I was overseas in Kuwait and Iraq. Writing down my thoughts was a way to keep my mind off of the war. When I returned home I just continued to write as a positive outlet whenever I was frustrated or drunk.
I chose this course with the expectations that I will learn to express myself better through writing. I would love to be able to pen the experiences that I had overseas and ultimately write a book about them.
Being in this state for the past 16 years has helped me to progress in my life. I began writing my thoughts down in 2003 while I was overseas in Kuwait and Iraq. Writing down my thoughts was a way to keep my mind off of the war. When I returned home I just continued to write as a positive outlet whenever I was frustrated or drunk.
I chose this course with the expectations that I will learn to express myself better through writing. I would love to be able to pen the experiences that I had overseas and ultimately write a book about them.
Friday, January 18, 2008
3rD dAy
Yeah, Yeah, It's Friday. Sleeping in and having one class to attend. THAT'S WHAT'S UP!
I definitely did not burn the candle on both ends last night.
I was watching some program that was counting down the ten laziest animal; After number nine I was out. hahahaha.
Sall good though, today is a good day and I am looking forward to the weekend. I really have to be careful not to get upset at all the institutions that WON'T be celebrating Martin Luther King day. After 15 years of being in this state one would think that I could be assimilated to the culture already, but I am not.
Ok that is another monster, the ranting is over for now. The good news is that I get to do my show on the radio tonight and I could run my mouth all I want.
Cia fa now
I definitely did not burn the candle on both ends last night.
I was watching some program that was counting down the ten laziest animal; After number nine I was out. hahahaha.
Sall good though, today is a good day and I am looking forward to the weekend. I really have to be careful not to get upset at all the institutions that WON'T be celebrating Martin Luther King day. After 15 years of being in this state one would think that I could be assimilated to the culture already, but I am not.
Ok that is another monster, the ranting is over for now. The good news is that I get to do my show on the radio tonight and I could run my mouth all I want.
Cia fa now
Thursday, January 17, 2008
The Lemonade
WoW! Today was definitely a lot more involving that yesterday was. It is funny, I wanted to write back last night but found too little time to do it.
All that I could think about today was missing my appointment to write last night. Today though was something else. I only had two classes to attend, but all the extra running around to pay bills and tighten this or that up made the day seem so rushed.
The good point is that at this particular time everything except the dishes is complete. I can finish my homework for this writing class and reach for the Lemonade one more time.
I might be up later and if I am I will expound some more.
All that I could think about today was missing my appointment to write last night. Today though was something else. I only had two classes to attend, but all the extra running around to pay bills and tighten this or that up made the day seem so rushed.
The good point is that at this particular time everything except the dishes is complete. I can finish my homework for this writing class and reach for the Lemonade one more time.
I might be up later and if I am I will expound some more.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
A First
It is already too early in the morning to start writing anything, and if I don't get started now it will be too late in the evening for me to want to write anything. Writing like this feels awkward, I am not used to sitting down and having to journal my day. Usually I am at this desk penning my experiences; good and bad.
The truth is I usually write while I am drunk, since it is too early to be intoxicated I will challenge myself to completing this task. I will open my fridge and grab the lemonade this time, head off to classes then come home frustrated by the day.
When I get home tonight I will open this page again and see if anything makes sense.
The truth is I usually write while I am drunk, since it is too early to be intoxicated I will challenge myself to completing this task. I will open my fridge and grab the lemonade this time, head off to classes then come home frustrated by the day.
When I get home tonight I will open this page again and see if anything makes sense.
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