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Supe espanol
Yo no se mas palabras
Mucho practica

(Note to folks: it's hella hard to write a haiku en despanol! Ohhhh, I got skillz! Oh, yo tengo las habilidades. Practica chica, practica!!!

The forgotten...

Why? That is the question I ask myself each time I see or hear news related to the war. My heart aches at the thought of how many soldiers and civilians are killed or maimed as a result of such actions. This war hits too close to home for me at times. Earlier this week, I had a dream about a friend of mine that joined the Air Force about 6 months after graduating from high school. He was my best friend. I remember when I started at Cal, I had a hard time adjusting, but he stuck with me through thick and thin. This is how cool this guy was... I would have to go to these really late study groups on campus (often times ending at 11:00 or 11:30pm). Considering that the campus and nearby parts aren't very safe, it was cool to have a walking buddy to kind of have my back. My friend would come and sit through 4-6 hour study groups, just to make sure I got across campus safely. We both couldn't drive at the time, so we would wait on Telegraph for my mom to pick us up. This may seem like a small action, but I don't know very many people right now that would do this. And this wasn't a one time occurrence, I mean this guy would call and check up on me to see how things were; if I had a study group, what time and where; what time should he be at my house; and so forth. It broke my heart when he told me he was joining the Air Force. The selfish part of me was saying, "Man, are you crazy! You can't do that!" But then I thought, what other option did he have? He was the only male in his house, with his mom and sister being single parents. They needed help making ends meet, and taking JC classes and doing odd jobs weren't going to help pay the bills. I was so pissed because this guy was soooo smart! I mean he graduated with honors, but no scholarships or colleges looked his way. How shitty is that? So off to Wyoming for basic training. We would send post cards to one another, care packages from the Bay and whatnot. After awhile, these stopped. Me busy with school and life, him busy with war and life. At the beginning of last year, he made a surprise visit at my house. It had been nearly 6 years. Given that this length of time, many people tend to change and whatnot, but this was different. No joke cracking, no catch up stories. How could I comfortably have him recount his missions in Afghanistan and Iraq? How could I bring myself to make "small talk" that way? This meeting felt awkward. Before he left, he gave me his address. I really need to write him now, because my dream about him is causing me to worry. I dreamt that I visited him in Wyoming, and that he was home and safe. And that he was showing me pictures of his wife and daughter. This dream felt so real. I pray that he is safe and well. I pray for all the people that are affected by this madness. In the articles I have been reading lately, they talk about how many people are suffering not only severe physical injuries, but there are high amounts of neurological injuries as well. And what do they have to come home too? How can these families deal with the loss of their child, sibling, parent, or friend? Or how do they help them learn how to live again? I think that it is important for us to remember these people, and count our blessings. We need to actively remind them that they are not forgotten.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T!

I miss my elders
Value each word that they say
Love them while they're here

Fat pockets = empty heart and head...

Geesh Cos, thanks for setting black folks back a billion and one years. If you haven't seen the news, at the 50 Anniversary of Brown vs. the Board of Education, the Jello peddler decided to announce how it's time for those low-income black folks to pull their weight. Hmmm... ok, so all the problems rest on those poor folks, no? How sad. The Cos has lost a few cool points with me for that thought. The finger pointing that occurs amongst communities of color are quite sad. It's the poor ones keeping us down. It's the rich folks that have their foots on our necks. If those poor folks would just get an education and a job, my life would be easier. If those rich folks wouldn't have forgotten where they came from, things wouldn't be so tough. So many explanations for such a conundrum. I guess what I am saying Mr. Cosby is if the solution were so obvious and that simple, there would no longer be a problem, right? I wonder if he realizes how thoughts like that complicate situations even more. As I said earlier, how sad.

Faded...

Drinking with the crew
In the wind after one drink
Those folks can hold on

Snap, crackle, pop!

My back makes music
Crickety-crack, snip-snap-snap!
This tune is painful
:(

Norm!!!

Starbucks is my "Cheers"
I feel like Norm Peterson
Man, that's quite funny

Space Jam

Dance class room is small
Move bitches, get out my way
You don't own the floor

Cocaine is a helluva drug...

People do dumb things
Have healthy crack rock diets
Rehab is needed

Computer Love

Computer lover
Hot dates on Saturday night
Gotta love this stuff

Writer's block has me
Empty Microsoft Word page
Something will click soon

Saturday parties
Compared to school assignments
Are of no fair match

Summer is coming
Brain will get lots of rest soon
I will cherish that

Judge a book by his or her cover...

People are liars. To what degree is to be determined, but I think a bit exist in everyone. One little white lie here, a tall tale there... despite the magnitude, it's still a lie. A lie that people often get tripped up in is the "personality outweighs anything else mentality." People are drawn by aesthetics. No matter what you describe as beauty, people are attracted to it one way or another. Everyone creates this image for themselves, but often times a little pop culture sprinkled on top will sway a perception one way or another. I think people miss out on a lot but just regarding the outside shell, before peeling away layers to see what's really there. Case in point, I have never heard a guy or a girl walk into a room, and as soon as they make eye contact with someone they may be interested in, they don't say, "Man, do you see how his/her personality shines?" Or, "I am so in awe of his/her intelligence." We often tend to judge a person on their face value (no pun intended), it's just something that we as people have grown into it. I think we all are guilty of it at one point or another, but the problems begin when these feelings aren't acknowledged. I Dunno, this is just something that has been on my mind for so long, just had to finally get it off. Any thoughts?

Chasing what's not there...

What an oasis
Precious time has slipped away
Can't happen again

Need not apply

The talk excludes me
Babies and relationships
Lunch was yummy though

Split Squad

Multiple actions
Keeps the brain fresh and active
A skill to treasure

Dance like no one else is watching...

Moving like hot fire
Tricky footwork is tough stuff
Pass the ben-gay please

Work haiku for you...

Time runs very slow
Data entry sux ass man
Mommie make it stop!