Anxious

This

Girl

Is

Itching for an

Artistic intervention

One that without question

Will send her into shivers beyond mention

This girl is

Craving the sweet touch of words

Flowing across her face

Sending her ears into shock

Mind gone pleasantly crazy

And soul in ecstasy

This girl is

Hoping that the pen in her hands

Can be passed on to

Produce something so grand

Her breath will be taken

Body too weak to stand

And

The wave of colored genius

Verbal rainbow

Too good for even the sunniest of days

Will surround her, never ceasing to amaze

Those that look on

This orgasmic witnessing

Of this girl and

Her first

Love

Art.

1-28-09

~Stassi X.

My Profession

Working hard with book and pen, writing is the poetress
Yea, so what, I made that word up. As long as you all are knowing this.

eff that. it's about time.

Shit.

I, along with a buh-zillion other anxious Howard University students, am back on my grind. I'm on that 4.0 hustle and it's about time. X-mas break was cool and all that, but I need to focus. Found out that my schedule is homosexually beneficial (think about it), giving no excuse to miss homework or oversleep or anything. Let's see how this works out.

But first, foremost, and above all.... I NEED a house party to break the ice. Like now. Just one goodass one to send me off into my studies. This weekend. Well, inauguration week is a whole different story though.

Lamont Street and Club 4.0, here I come. Best of both worlds, that's just how I see it.

~Stassi X.

iPizzle.

Rock.

It's well known that I lived under one for pretty much all of my pre-highschool life [and just for a little of highschool].

The iPod got a nice little update today. Wade Robson, N.E.R.D., Paramore, Santogold, John Legend, Weezy, Tyga, Tye Tribbett.. yeah, from ALL over.

My ears will feel refreshed. Too bad starting tomorrow, I'll have no subway to listen to it on. Just the Metro. =].



Oh, and, Santogold is weird. Very, very weird.

~Stassi X.

Simple.

Tears? Yes, tears.

Sometimes the simplest things are the most satifying.
And maybe I'm a little late on the reminiscing because 2009 is here, better late than never.

I know how much I fussed over others this past year. I let so much get to me and get me down and neglected the goodies.

In a sense, I left high school with more than just my "groceries" [only HU would get it, RIP]. It was way too much social, emotional, nonsensical baggage for my hands.

And now I sit here on the verge of tears thinking about how much time I wasted. But they're happy tears. Because I'm sitting here singing alone in my room and realizing how wonderful of a feeling it is. I forgot how good ME was. How could have I neglected myself for all that time? I thought I needed people to get by and find a place. Shitt. I just need me, maynn.

Ok, now I'm not trying to be all bitter and say I don't need anyone but my damn self. But I do need me, and I guess my new-years-resolution-type-shit is to always make time for me in my busy world of everyone else.

*continues to sing*

Fin.

~Stassi X.