So you gave the wrong people the right pieces of you. That’s the story of what in young love we do. But don’t make the mistake that so many do, and give the right people the wrong pieces of you.

Akil Johnson
Every corner has been covered, in every direction you can look. Looking for my book? You’ll see it on your NOOK. No Nook? Don’t be sad it’s also on your iPad. And on any Kindle of your choice, all owners can rejoice. If ebooks aren’t your thing, paper back still rules as king. Poetry has been given motion now show your devotion. - Lies I Never Quite Believed

Every corner has been covered, in every direction you can look. Looking for my book? You’ll see it on your NOOK. No Nook? Don’t be sad it’s also on your iPad. And on any Kindle of your choice, all owners can rejoice. If ebooks aren’t your thing, paper back still rules as king. Poetry has been given motion now show your devotion. - Lies I Never Quite Believed

ApoeticLife.com turned ONE today!
To all 81 followers Thank You for liking and especially rebloging all the post you like. The best Birthday gift would be reaching that 100th followers mile stone today! So reblog away as you take a trip down my timeline today! Love you all!!!

ApoeticLife.com turned ONE today!

To all 81 followers Thank You for liking and especially rebloging all the post you like. The best Birthday gift would be reaching that 100th followers mile stone today! So reblog away as you take a trip down my timeline today! Love you all!!!

Inspired: I Never Stopped Believing

Today I was thinking about Mary Myers, a lovely 80 year old lady I met when I was 17 working part time at an AT&T call center in Killeen TX. Though my computer dialed her number randomly our conversation was anything but random. I was supposed to be trying to get her to switch from Sprint to AT&T but instead she took me on a journey through her life and a 3 min convo turned to an hour or so.

She wasn’t just some rambling old broad, and I wasn’t just some young foolish boy. We became friends because we saw each other beyond our age, sex, and color, something many can not do. I recall the family gossip that went something like “what does a 17 years old black boy have in common with a 80 year old white woman…” People can only bring who they are to a situation. What you have to decide is whether you will allow them to administer their poison our not. 

That’s if you’re not already crippled by it. I was not immune then to my family’s unfriendly ways, but I was not defeated like so many I’ve seen since those days. They didn’t know any better, birds of a feather flock together. But those feathers aren’t always the ones you can see. You have to cut people loose who hold you prisoner to who they think you ought to be. Mary would be so proud of me today, I will honor her by being an individual in every way!

Today I was thinking about Mary Myers, a lovely 80 year old lady I met when I was 17 working part time at an AT&T call center in Killeen TX. Though my computer dialed her number randomly our conversation was anything but random. I was supposed to be trying to get her to switch from Sprint to AT&T but instead she took me on a journey through her life and a 3 min convo turned to an hour or so.

She wasn’t just some rambling old broad, and I wasn’t just some young foolish boy. We became friends because we saw each other beyond our age, sex, and color, something many can not do. I recall the family gossip that went something like “what does a 17 years old black boy have in common with a 80 year old white woman…” People can only bring who they are to a situation. What you have to decide is whether you will allow them to administer their poison our not.

That’s if you’re not already crippled by it. I was not immune then to my family’s unfriendly ways, but I was not defeated like so many I’ve seen since those days. They didn’t know any better, birds of a feather flock together. But those feathers aren’t always the ones you can see. You have to cut people loose who hold you prisoner to who they think you ought to be. Mary would be so proud of me today, I will honor her by being an individual in every way!

Often when I’m inspired to write its a song. I’d love to be a song writer some day. It would be another outlet for these tunes that come to me like this one did today.

"Don’t you wish that you were with somebody, who knows how to love…"