To Whom It May Concern...

The person I wish to become is a standard I have set for myself,I cannot be who you want me to be and still be who I am. For I cannot be two people nor do I wish to be.


If I become who you want me to be, then I lose myself completely. And there will be nothing left of me, nothing left to love. And I want to be loved and I want to love myself - exterior and interior from head to toes. My feet, my beating heart, and the very depths of my soul.

...and I want to love it all...no matter how great or small, tiny or tall. I just need acceptance, not from you but from myself. To accept that these features were created for me and no one else.

How can I accept myself for who I am and still complete your rite of passage? Which does nothing but bruise my character and cause crucial damage to the future I dream of because you allow me to believe that if I am who I am now, that these dreams will never be...

If I am who you want me to be, all my charm, zest and zeal will be lost never to return. I can't live this life alone nor can I do it with you depriving me of the things I have earned. You are the undefeated champ, constantly knocking me to the ground and every fight I lose, ends with my voice releasing whimpering sounds...

So you've proposed a challenge now that I'm wounded, lost and don't know who to be...the me I've created and learned to love or the me that fulfills everything you taught me to be... .. .

Toast To The President.

Here's to the end of Bushisms,
to fewer 'rumours on the internet',
to peacemakers rather than 'pacemakers'.

Here's to a White House with complete sentences,
to correct pronunciation of vocabulary,
to verb/noun agreement.

Here's to Biden not shooting someone in the face,
to no one throwing shoes at Obama,
to not 'misunderestimating.

Here's to a legitimately won election,
to eight years now over,
to Bush out of office.

Here's to young blood,
to new faces,
to enthralling speeches.

Here's to hope,
to change,
to breaking the mold.

Here's to optimism,
to Presidential eloquence,
to the tangible excitement in the air.

Here's to history in the making,
to intelligence,
to determination.

Here's to the People,
to diversity,
to monumental moments.

Here's to anticipation,
to charisma,
to four years.

Here's to the Commander in Chief,
to the leader of the nation,
to inaugurations worth celebrating.

Here's to you, Barack Obama.

Obama-nauguration

Today, Tuesday, January, 20^th 2009 will be a day to be remembered for all time. Today was that day that Barack Obama took the oath of office and he did so upon the Bible that his personal political hero, Abraham Lincoln, used for his own swearing in, in 1861.

I can already tell he is going to be different, his movements, they way he speaks…he has added his own personal touches to the whole inaugural ceremony. He recruited soul singer Aretha Franklin, evangelical mega church leader Rick Warren, and a young poet to deliver the traditional inaugural poem – that touched my heart so deeply.

Even without those intimate details, Washington’s 56th presidential inauguration wasn’t traditional: Obama is the first black president elected in the country's history! He was sworn into office one day after the whole world observed Martin Luther King Day. This is going to be BIGGER THAN EVER! I’m more than sure that it broke a lot of records indefinitely – the most costly, most security conscious and probably the most watched in US history.

I, personally, couldn’t; wait to hear him deliver the most important speech of his life. I am a MAD fan of his oratory skills; the man can write and give a damn good speech! His speech was so captivating and it definitely came from the heart. He is so endearing. It’s not even how damn handsome he is, but you can tell he has a genuinely tender soul.

Apparently, he started working on it immediately after November's election victory. Obama's address was followed by a poetry reading, a religious blessing, and the national anthem and then by lunchtime, the United States had its 44th president. A black President. “I have a dream”…continued.

I’m going to post something I wrote for school. And got a 94% on :) It’s a prose. Enjoy!

Obama Prose; Yes We Can. Yes We Did.

Sometimes a person’s life will follow the seemingly hollow declarations of our most reviled clichés, and in the process, those clichés will come to define that person in the best possible light, despite what we all believe to be the emptiness of those sentiments.

“Pursue your passion, they say, and the money will follow. Anything is possible. You only live once, so make it count.”

In truth, we often give credence to those expressions; we may even yearn to embrace them ourselves, yet something keeps us from buying into them with anything more than pocket change. Often, we we’d most like to take them to heart, we’re already strapped with the reality of load bearing responsibilities. The flip side of course, is that those who succeed. Do so in spite of those obstacles.

Desire, discipline, and perspective are the clichés that are almost always found in the lives of the successful, those are three traits that embody Barack Obama.

Obama = Change; the only thing promised in life.

-M.

It's amazing how much power men hold in our society. They tell us how to act, dress, how much to eat and set us straight when we're not acting "lady like" enough & I wonder occasionally, if I am the definition of "beautiful". Am I too fat? I've got too much pride... My feet are too big. Will they like me if I drape myself in Hollister and act like an airhead? My head is suddenly drowned with questions and regrets. I then look myself in the mirror and I open my eyes.

Then I hear a different voice.

"Let no man determine your worth and your beauty" I'm sick and tired of men, television, magazines...just society telling me what a perfect woman is. Ha, I can't fart around a man cause its not lady like? I can't do what dudes do, cause its gonna look bad on my part? I need to be half naked to impress the men around me? I'm not rocking enough of the latest trends so I'm an odd ball? I've learned to slowly but surely stray away from the superficial and earthly shit. So to all my beautiful women and young ladies out there... hear me out. Whenever you feel as though you're inadequate or as though you need a pound of makeup to look hot or a man's compliments to make you feel good, break free from those thoughts and emotions and hold your head up high. You're worth so much more than what society deems as "beautiful" or what a man considers "sexy". Love God and love yourself before you learn to love others is all I can say.