Sunday, February 19, 2017

Can't No Woman, Woman Like Me (Searching For My Star's Book Feature)

by Jessica Gallion 

I recently saw this beautiful book title with a very personal cover float through my Instagram timeline. It's called "Can't No Woman, Woman Like Me," and it's definitely on my list of books to read soon. Check out the description below:

I always thought being a woman meant being a symbol of strength, perpetual confidence, and just having it all together. I am not that. I am random breakdowns, praying in the car with tears, and "where the hell are my keys?" A cast iron pot greased in beautiful uglies over open flame, resilient and bold enough to get up and fight again another day. This book of poetry speaks to all the roses growing between cracked pavement, blooming in the sun yet never thirsty I am a Creole woman, born in Louisiana raised in Los Angeles, bayou boogie and back alley in yo face. "What am I" is a question I have been asked at least once every single day. It's amazing how being blended with everything can make you an outcast everywhere. These poems reflect everything I have been called, answered to and self diagnosed as. Can't No Woman, Woman Like Me is Ruby red lip stick kisses, hot sauce on home fried catfish and "who you think you talking to" 18k gold big hoop earrings. It's a "my mama told yo grandma" recipe of raw reflections in single motherhood, growing pains, love, heartbreak and self discovery.

Purchase your copy on Amazon here

I Felt Like A 2017 Aaliyah

I don't think myself as a model. Deep down in my mind I'm a writer waiting for people to notice. However, on social media people tend to notice pictures more than anything. So for Valentine's Day I did a mini photoshoot inside of my dining room area. The outfit in the pictures came from Fashionova and it made me feel like a 2017 version of the singer Aaliyah.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

One Day We Will Be The Black History Others Celebrate And Study

Lately I've been doing less writing and more dreaming. I've been promoting a lot more of myself and a lot less of others. I've been trying to convince others that I'm just as great as the people they admire.


Because one day there will be someone my age. It could be next year, 20 years from now, or even 50 years from now. They'll be studying their black history, or possibly looking up the black authors of the last few years that have released good writing that touches their soul like I did when I was younger. One of my experiences involved a book that featured short stories from black authors that started from the 60's to the present. They'll research and they will find me.

In "Woman Manifested: A Poetic Tale," they'll get an idea of a young single woman's development into society in the early 21st century. They'll read a book that shows how some people approached family, friendships, and intimate relationships during this time period. However, from reading this book they'll also know why there will be big gaps in our history. In the introduction I wrote about how my great grandma's life was not documented for anyone to research. See this is important because we're just learning about the women of Hidden Figures, which means our grandchildren and great grandchildren will be uninformed about so much.

This is my start, but one day it'll be someone's black history. It's the same for you.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Khalid's Song "Location" and My Inspired Writing

I was inspired and wrote three different poems from listening to this song. 

Poem One 
At times I wonder why I fool with you
The stupid shit you do
Like tell me that you’re interested in me
For some reason my body has you infatuated
And I’ve gave you a chance
In your dreams, I can please you just right
But in reality, for some reason you hold back
My mind you claim you want to explore
But you always disappear before you can get to know more
How long am I supposed to wait?
1 week, 2 months, 3 years, or more?
Because you’ve been playing this game for a while now
Sending your thoughts to my social media messages
Telling me we should meet up
But you never follow through
At this point you’re really just a fan
So you can watch me
You can read mind when I pour my deepest thoughts into a poem
But keep your phone number to yourself
There’s no focusing on communication
And I’ll never invite you through

Poem 2
At times I wonder why I fool with you, the stupid shit you do; Like be too busy to respond to my phone calls, or have me wondering if my texts ever went through, or just not even show up when you promised you’d be here, and even have me questioning if I’m good enough. Because while you’re telling me that I’m beautiful, you’re only acting like this because you like me, and the depth of my mind has the power to hold your attention, you also find time to be with some other girl, stroking her ego, lying to her and telling her she’s your world. So we need to stop the communication. No, we can’t find a location to meet up and work this through. 

Poem 3

At times I wonder why I fool with this, this stupid love shit. It drive my mind wild, can never just be happy or sad, always confused, and breathless. And I always feel new to this, so not used to this. Like I’ve never felt myself falling, but instead of hard concrete, or carpet that might hurt, it’s a special someone that might not be there to catch me. Never just sat back and waited for the phone calls. You were thinking about me? Of course you can come over right now. Never let anyone walk all over my heart like you. Lonely nights. Days where the realization hit; I wasn’t on your mind.  What happened? It was just an infatuation, the minute we had sex you had gotten what you wanted, or you thought I might be the one until the one for you actually came along. And just when I start to get over you, there’s another you waiting for his turn to start up the communication and plan locations of where we’ll meet up… until he gets tired and moves on as well. 

Monday, January 30, 2017

It Has Been Almost A Year Since I Became An Author

On February 24th, 2017 my book "Woman Manifested: A Poetic Tale" turns one years old. Yeah, it has been almost a whole year since I self published my first book and I'm thankful for the people that have been there to show that they noticed me moving forward in my goals, the people that have purchased a book, and the people that read and gave feedback.

The day I announced on Facebook that my book was available felt wonderful. Over a 100 people clicked the like button on that post. Several people said they would purchase a copy. They were showing love. The feeling was amazing until I started checking for purchases. For several weeks only one person actually supported by purchasing. After that only a few close friends took the time to get their copies. That excitement I was initially feeling started to fade. So may insecure thoughts ran through my mind, but the biggest one way maybe it wasn't time. Maybe I released the book too early or maybe I should have waited until there was a real demand for me as an author. Well, an article online gave me a little bit of hope.

The article was on a self published author whose book started to get an overwhelming amount of purchases after six months of the book out. Could that also happen to me? I wished, but nah. After six months, my book promotions were being ignored with the exception of a few people. I had become the invisible writer, but I started on a second book to take my mind off the lack of support from the first book. The second book, "This Is For The Lover In You" is a series of poetry based on my love life. I've gotten even less support from that book, but this is not what this post is about.

To highlight that a year is coming up since I put "Woman Manifested: A Poetic Tale" up for sale, I decided to post up an excerpt, "A Moment of Freedom," because after years of operating in the adult world, it is still a great example of what life can feel like.

A Moment of Freedom (Poem From "Woman Manifested: A Poetic Tale)

Red hair, Don't care.
Tired of being the same old me
No more aiming to please
So today I put on m red wig
Those other girls black and blonde
They're not trying to stand out
"Blend in, Blend in"
They whisper for me to do the same
There's no success in change
But I'm tired of listening
Red wig
Bright blue eye shadow
Loud pink lipstick
There's a camera
I smile and say cheese
But they don't see me
In their eyes there is the same old girl
Stuck in the same quiet world
She has no real goals
No achievable dreams
When was the last time she smiled?
When was the last time she cried?
No emotions are found in her face
There's no home to call her own
No real potential because she never listens But I have potential
It lies in my freedom
So I look in the mirror
First goes on the bright blue eye shadow So when they look in my eyes
They'll see a brand new girl
then goes the pink lipstick
A color reserved for brave Bitches

Topped off with a noticeable red wig 
All put together shows a new girl 
New confident attitude
It was my choice and I liked it

New brave stature
If I can do this, I can do anything 

But it's only a moment of freedom 
By tomorrow it'll be different
In the real world I'll listen
I'll aim to blend in
And become invisible again. 

Woman Manifested: A Poetic Tale is available on Amazon and Createspace.