the man in the tailored black suit: The Coat

strange women use propaganda 

gentlemen use proper gander…

he’d heard reckless things bout sista, the “oooooh i can’t stand hu’h!”

his conditioned heart felt the fire in those words and how it made sista quiver

he takes off his tailored black coat, hands it right to her….

and sista turned to gold…

because

I am a 5’7 Novice professional.

The dreamers visionaire.

A visionaires dreamer.

Millennia renaissance woman, i think.

Mother of 3.

An On Demand, anime, and Netflix binger.

Podcast junkie.

Jackie of some trades

Tacooooo 😮 savvypreneur, but only for taco tuesdays.

Poplocker in my head.

Dance fever advocate for those who dance like nobody’s watching.

Like that time my son performed what I assumed to be an eight count of moves he’d made up while we waited for his name to be called at the doctor’s office.

With a room full of people the only person who cared to join him was the nurse who’d politely welcomed us when we’d entered the door.

They had the moves.

Entertained, I cheered them on.

I was the hype woman.

no, no, Ororo Munroe

There’s a storm cloud floating above me, its thunder is shaking the place

Fahrenheit at 108

I admired two birds standing still as the wind blew

while witnessing lightning strike

they stand firm as the thunder swoon  

the thunder swoons

One facing left and the other right nesting in the blended CG tunes

The cloud breaks, rain falls, and they fly away