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The Unbearable Lightness of Being

"Have you ever read that the world is yours on a blimp." - Jeremih

Nalani in MM

Nalani
I woke up on my couch with the sun peering through my blind cursing my eyes. I went to my fireplace and looked at my mothers picture. As much as it hurt the reality was my mom my 'light' wasn't here. Soon enough I felt tears run down my face so I went to the bathroom to freshen up.

After freshening up I walked in to my kitchen and fixed a bowl of cereal and sat in my living room while watching the news. There was nothing new going on so I pulled out my book and went to my poem that I had been working on. Tonight my friend Porcha and me were performing at the PoeticTactics mic  night down at the rec center. PoeticTactics was a program I started w/ Porcha after we met at a cafe 1 year ago. We let kids of all ages and adults express their words through poetry. We teach the kids different techniques in writing and adults we give them advice to where they want to go with their poems.
The Job didn't help me make much but it made enough to keep me living.

I cleared my mind of everything and began to write


Real love is the look in someone's eyes
that is meant for you alone,
a gentle kiss that says everything will be okay,
a hand held in just the right way
at just the right time.

Real love is a secret told by one heart
and guarded by another,
a belief that someone knows you
as no one else can,
the little day-to-day acts of thoughtfullness
that go unmentioned but not unnoticed.

The poem had came from a real experience I had about 4 years ago around he time my mom died. I messed around with men and had lots of meaningless sex to feel better and fill the void I was missing. But when I met 'him' I felt different I thought he loved me but they were all the Same. He treated me as of we had a 'real love' but it hurt the day I saw through his facade the day I found out that he had a whole mother family.

Flashback:
I was sitting at Sunset park writing a Poem for 'him' and enjoying some ice cream.
I looked up and saw a little boy walk over to me. He had the cutest curly hair with a skin the color of a nice brown tan.

"Can you pass me the frwisbee unda' ya see."
I hadn't even realized it and I pass it to him.
"Did you say please Michael." A lady said she looked to be about my age and looked a lot like Michael so I assumed she was the mother.

"Yes Mommy."

I chuckled at him even though he lied.

"Thank you." The lady said extending her hand out to me I gladly shook it and said your welcome.

"What going on he--." A recognizable voice said and there he stood.

"Michael dropped his frisbee and this lady-..."

"Nalani." I replied

"She got it back for him it's ok Darian."

"Oh." was all Darian replied with still staring at me with a apologetic look. If his family wasn't there I would've melted down in tears. I just gathered my things and left ripping up the poem I was going to give him .

I snapped out my thoughts but Just as I was about to continue writing my phone rang and I saw it was Porcha.

'Aye Lani I just pulled up bring our ass out here.'