Will You Come Inside My Mind...

What Does It Really Mean To Love a Black Man...

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 18:52:00 +0000

I’m Your Girl

Though right now you can’t buy me diamonds and pearls
take me on trips around the world
I’m still proud to say
I’m your girl

It’s a blessing to have you as a part of my life
and I blush at the thought of becoming your wife
You’re just that special to me
and I pray you really really see
the joy you bring to my heart
the happiness I feel just having you a part
of my dreams
Even during those times when it seems
we should go our separate way
we somehow manage to stay together
and work through the stormy weather

God is good
so as we should
I give thanks to Him for you
and all the special things you do for me
Diamonds and pearls
trips around the world
are not things this girl needs!
No indeed

Not unless we can have them together
cause I plan on loving you forever

I’m so proud to have you in my world
but even prouder to say
I’m your girl

Copyright Andrea Marina Thomas

Letting Go

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 05:47:00 +0000

Oh look at you! You are so beautiful! My have I missed you! Let's make an earnest effort to stay close.

I am finding myself having to let go of a lot of things in this new year. Purge. Interesting that what appears on the outside happens inside first. Since this is true, there is no wonder that my digestive system began the purging first. Or should I say my subconscious began the process in the form of a dream. Yes it's true. Before the actual act of purging happened, I had a very vivid dream of said act. Toilet overflowing and all! No, I am not trying to make you sick, but just trying to drive home the point that we create from the inside out. All that appears in our outer world is only a reflection of our thoughts.

As a result, I am finding that the things I am purging no longer serve me. Thoughts of lack, struggle, procrastination, fear, limitations, etc are all being left behind. They do not leaving willingly, let's be clear, however, what they are finding is that there is no longer room in my spirit for them. I have cleaned house. So there is no longer room for the above concepts to reside. I can feel clarity, faith, self-confidence, trust and focus move in. God knows I have put in the work. I have prayed, read, meditated and listened for the renewing of my mind. And it has been renewed. I am grateful.

So the final thing I had to purge was a false sense of security. Trust in my job, man, circumstances and conditions that had no foundation. God has brought me to a place where I totally lean on Him/Her. I must admit, this place is not for the faint of heart. It is for those who do not need to live by sight, nor who can easily be shaken. Just a few years ago, had I found myself here, I would have run back to the familiar. But this time. This time, I will hide myself under the wings of God. I will lean into god until we are one. I will close my eyes, put my hand in God's and walk confidently, faithfully, willingly, and joyfully down the path He/She leads me. this time, I will trust...unequivocally.

Until next time, take care of yourself and one another.

Peace, Love & Blessings,
Marina

Are There Words to Describe What I Am Feeling?

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 03:25:00 +0000

Peace and Blessings my lovely ones,

As a wordsmith, imagine what it must be like to be word-less. Imagine, not being able to find the words to express how you feel about a particular person, event, situation, etc. Well that is exactly what has happened to me. I am at a loss for words. Imagine that! A poet, lost for words! I am sure it does not take a rocket scientist to figure out why the cat has my tongue:) If you guessed the inauguration of our first black president, why George, you are right!

I sat spellbound all day yesterday, watching and ingesting each moment, each event, each ceremony. I cried, laughed, smiled, laughed some more, cried some more and smiled a lot. What a day! I can only imagine the gratitude, reconciliation and sense of victory my ancestors and those that were not of African descent who fought for what was right as well, must have felt watching the inauguration of our
44th president-a black man. Amazing!

Although I understand there is no price, event, or words that can substitute for the lives that were lost, the families that were separated, the spirits that were broken and the pain my ancestors endured as a result of slavery, yet I choose to believe that Barack represents healing. I choose to trust that their endurance was not in vain, and that we as a people have begun to embrace the humanity that binds us all.

To thrust the future of humanity upon the shoulders of Barack, is a heavy burden to cast on one man. Barack represents us all. Not just as black or white, man or woman, but as spiritual beings housed in human form. He cannot do what needs to be done by each of us alone - be our brother' keeper. We are all responsible for one another. Let's be about the business of love. It's actually very simple.

Until next time, take good care of yourself and each other.

In love and peace,
Marina

May God Bless You This Year!

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 03:25:00 +0000

Whooooaaa! We made it! Another year! What a blessing, huh? Man. Can you believe it is 2009? I swear to you, time has crept upon the wings of speed, and there is no looking back. Is it me, or does time seem to have taken a fast track to eternity? I used to hear my elders say, "Girl, don't you be rushing time! They'll come a day when you wish time would slow down!" Well by George, that's why they have all the wisdom. Can you imagine me telling my kids the same thing! Who knew? Guess that makes me an elder, huh? It's all good. I'm not one of those people who minds getting older because I realize if I'm here to celebrate another day, I am blessed, you feel me?

So I have written my New Year Intentions and posted them on my mirror, in my car, on my nightstand, etc. I plan to keep them present as constant reminders of what I choose to out picture. Hope if you have chosen to write New Year Intentions that they all come to fruition for you!

Ready, Set, Go!

Until next time, love somebody until they have love oozing out their pores!

Marina

Sharing is a Blessing

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 05:17:00 +0000

The holiday season is upon us and I am feeling the Spirit! My life has been so full of wonderful blessings the past few months, and I am humbly grateful for each one of them.

I had the opportunity to share the stage with two other poets for an event that featured Dr. Cornel West! What an amazing man! He is is humble, intelligent, kind, funny and gracious. I must thank him for the wisdom he imparted, not just to me, but the over 800 people who came out to see him at the Neighborhood Theatre in Charlotte. What a night!

Yesterday I was the mystery reader for my daughter's third grade class! What fun! If you haven't had a chance to spend time with young ones, I highly recommend it! They are amazing balls of energy. We had a great time and they even read a book for me.

Today I was blessed to be able to be in the presence of seventeen handsome, funny and intelligent young black boys, my son included. We spent two and a half hours together reading and listening to poetry, learning from each other and just having a good ole time. I have to thank Seldric and the brothers of the Alpha Academy who spend their Saturdays mentoring these wonderful young men for three hours. What a commitment, what a show of love. I thank them for allowing me to deposit my passion into their spirits. I thank the boys to for welcoming me and showing me love.

My life is full and I am so grateful. What a blessing to be present.

Until next time, take care of yourself and one another,
Marina

A Kind Gentlemen

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 02:45:00 +0000

I want to share something with you that happened to me today to prove that we are all one. On the surface it may appear no big deal, but in my mind it was God's gentle way of reminding me to hold fast to my dreams.

I was sitting in Panera Bread this morning with my laptop, hashing through what are now the last 100 or so pages of my manuscript while waiting for my son who was volunteering with the Alphas. First of all, let me tell you it was simply a gorgeous morning here in my parts of the woods and I was so grateful for the opportunity to have some quiet time to myself. Anyway, I had been there for almost an hour and a half when this nicely dressed gentleman and his daughter came and sat at the table next to me. When they arrived, it was lunchtime and the restaurant, which earlier only had a few patrons now found itself packed wall to wall with folk.

I was deeply engrossed in the manuscript, proud of myself for staying focused for as long as I had, when from the corner of my eye, I noticed this gentleman staring at me. I looked up and smiled. He asked if I were studying and I told him I was working on a manuscript. He proceeded to ask me how long I had been working on it and I shyly told him about thirteen years. I felt compelled to explain that each time I had stuffed the manuscript in a drawer, the characters would beckon me to come back and get them so that I could tell their stories, so I felt obligated to comply. He laughed and indicated he'd heard other authors say the same thing. He asked me what the story was about and I explained that it was about a man that had come home to find that his wife of ten years had left him. I told him the entire premise of this story is how we really don't listen to one another and how we sometimes hide our true selves from others. He appeared fascinated and then asked me the title of the book. When I told him what it was, (Listening To The Silence), he said it was a great title.

He asked me several more questions and I was happy to answer them, and even thanked him for caring enough to ask. When he and his daughter left, and we said our good-byes, I felt a new found pride in myself. He reminded me of how awesome it was that I was doing what I loved. He also reminded me that we are all one, and that God is ever present, ever encouraging us to have faith in ourselves and our dreams. That gentleman will never know how he touched me and encouraged me and affirmed me, just by showing an interest in what I was doing. I didn't get a chance to thank him, but I will always remember the example he set and apply it in my own life. I will remember to genuinely show an interest in others and listen to what they are saying. How ironic...there I was writing about listening and this gentleman exhibited my point. And who could believe there is no God?

Take care of yourself and one another,
Marina

Dear President Obama,

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 17:45:00 +0000

After reading Alice Walker's letter to President Obama, it inspired me to write my own. I invite you to do the same; it is quite healing. If you are a parent, I recommend you invite your children to write one too. They can put it in a time capsule, nothing extravagent, and revisit it years from now. As for me, I will share mine with you, put it in an envelope and then read it after President Obama's first term has expired.

Dear President Obama,
Where do I begin? There are so many things I want to say to you and as I try to formulate the thoughts that become words, I find them speeding off the highway of my mind so swiftly that I cannot write them fast enough. Therefore, please forgive me if I appear to be all over the place with this letter.

It has been three days since we elected you President and I still cry when I think about it, or when I see anything that reflects you and/or your beautiful family, or when someone walks by me and smiles that giddy smile of elation. By the way, you may not know this, but you and I are both Virgos. Because of this fact, it does not surprise me one bit that you are brilliant and possibly vain:) On the flip side of that, I also imagine that you are your own worse critic, so I lovingly advise you to remember to take care of yourself. Our tendencies as Virgos is to care for others before we care for ourselves. Due to the demands you will face, you are in no position to make that mistake. Of course I am sure Michelle will play an instrumental role in ensuring you center yourself, as I imagine she has since you were brilliant enough to ask her to be your partner in this amazing thing called life.

Speaking of Michelle! I have a woman crush on your wife! She is amazing! She reminds me of so many other black women who are, and have been the rock, backbones and anchor of their families, communities and the world, even. I am going to say this and I will probably catch a lot of flack for saying it, but I've never mind that one bit! I have made it a habit to speak from my heart, and my intent is never to harm. Besides, those that know me, know my heart. That being said,it is significant to me that your wife is an African-American woman. I realize that you are so far evolved when it comes to this that you honestly did not see her color when you fell in love with her, but you have no idea of the implication I feel this has for so many black women. Most folk won't talk openly about it, but you best believe the conversation is being had!

We as black women have carried a heavy burden which I am sure you are aware of, Sir. The irony of it all where you are concerned is that your mother, a white woman, bore you, and here you are a symbol of hope for all people. That is simply beautiful, and I honor here for that. No if ands or buts. As well I honor your father with the same conditions. Nevertheless, for me as a black woman, and I want to be careful to speak for myself, because I dare not wish another to speak on my behalf when I disagree, I have yet to find a way to reconcile the memories of the past that haunt me in the present. Memories my ancestors demand I hold fast too, not as a weapon of bitterness but as a testament of pride. I do not wish to allow memories to enslave me, I only keep them alive to honor my ancestors and to remind myself of the fortitude I possess as an African-American woman. God knows we are amazing beings!

I guess what I am trying to say President Obama, is that in my mind, race still matters. Regardless of how we as a country camouflage, mask, sugarcoat, fairytale around it, it matters. And it is my belief that it will continue to matter with such vehement presence until we authentically address it...pain, shame and all. So back to Michelle. It is important to me that my children see positive images of me in others. Of course I must lead that parade, but it is important to me that I look back at my reflection and see other positive images. That is who Michelle is to me, she is a reflection of me as a black woman. She is a reminder that we as African-Americans can have united, strong, committed families. That we are the American story too. That there is nothing wrong with two people loving each other regardless of what color they come in, and if that love reflects itself in two shades of brown, then it too is beautiful. For so long we as a people have been led to believe that our love was flawed. I imagine it began with the atrocities of slavery. But you and Michelle, and so many others who have decided to raise our children in loving households remind us that we are whole, perfect and complete, even with out short-comings. I guess this is so personal for me, Mr. President because I have yet to master that formula for myself.

So why I don't expect you to solve all of our problems whether overnight or at all, I do have high expectations for you when it comes to the authenticity needed in racial dialogue. I think that it is the underlying hope within a lot of people regardless of color. That you will come to the table and talk to us openly, freely and candidly about things that pain us to discuss, but nevertheless, we trust you, based on what we've experienced of you, to begin that conversation for the sake of all sides, in a way that the truth, crushed to the ground rises.

Lastly, I am indebted to you for the sacrifice you have undertaken. The sacrifice to yourself, your wife and to your beautiful daughters that you have been blessed to parent. I am honored you thought enough of me and countless others to serve this country and ultimately the world in a way that births a new freedom. Thank you so much. I commit to you that I will do all that I can to be the best me. I will let my light shine so that it connects with the light in others and reminds them of the magnificence of who they are. After all, that is what you have done for me.

I am knowing nothing less than peace, love, happiness, protection, health, accomplishment and joy for you.

God bless you President Obama.

In Love, Peace & Blessings,
Marina

Obama...

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 06:30:00 +0000

It is 1:30am, the day after the election, and I am trying to absorb the fact that we as a country have elected the first black president. I can't imagine that the magnitude of what this moment means to me has quite penetrated my soul yet. I have cried, laughed, cried and then laughed again, all representative of the realm of my emotions. I think about my ancestors and try to imagine what this moment means for them. The vindication, healing and faith it must represent. I don't think I can fathom it, but I honor their sacrifice with this victory.

My son had gone to bed, but was not quite asleep yet. When he heard my scream announcing Obama's win, he ran into my room to see the results for himself. He immediately ran downstairs to grab two wine glasses and the sparkling cider so that we could toast. I'm not sure if he was excited about the moment or the opportunity to drink sparkling cider from a wine glass, but whatever the case, how significant to be celebrating this moment with him. This is the kid that almost took me out of here during his birth. Now, here I am, celebrating the election of the first black president with him. Yes Jumaane, you too can be president. I could tell it was uncomfortable for him to see me crying, but at the same time I sensed his happiness and I think I felt him contemplate what this truly represented on a larger scale.

I imagine if God allows me to wake in the morning, I and the world won't be the same. Something has shifted in the Universe and I think it is a monumental step in the right direction for mankind. Thank you Obama for dreaming big, America for supporting the dream, and the world for embracing the possibility that we could all live in peace.

Take care of yourself and one another,
Flabbergasted,
Marine

Mixed Emotions

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 18:45:00 +0000

Over the past few weeks, I have been dealing with my rollercoaster emotions around the fact that we will have our first Black President. A Black man. I imagine my ancestors are breaking out the sparkling cider while thanking God for the faithfulness of His/Her promises. If you are experiencing a lot of clouds in your area, it is because they are kicking up a lot of dust from all the dancing and shouting up in heaven. Unlike many of us, they never doubted this moment for one second.

I also think about my own vision. A vision that drove me to write a book celebrating and uplifting African-American men long before it was fashionable to do so. A vision that tells the story of a Black man who loves God, honors his family and children, respects his fellow brothers and sisters regardless of what shade of the rainbow they reflect, and who is determined to make this world a better place for all. I imagine my ancestors demanding that I hold fast to my dream just as they did Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. when he stood before thousands of people and declared this very day that is now being ushered in by Barack Obama in his I Have A Dream Speech.

And so, as I try to wrap my brain around the tragedy that Jennifer Hudson and her family find thrust upon them, I sift through it all with my own belief system. What I come up with is far too complicated and leaves my head spinning, requiring me to turn to the One who is all, knows all and created all with a bombardment of questions. Many of my questions go unanswered, or so I think, and others are given what I feel are flippant answers given the simplicity of their truth. I find myself wanting all of my questions satisfied with answers that I think make sense, and realize I am not seeking, but telling. I am telling this all powerful force what and how I think things should be, and given my limited understanding, I know best right?

In the midst of all my confusion, I can hold fast to one truth, and that truth is that life is a mystery with definite certainties. I trust not because I have experienced, but my experiences have taught me to trust. I know that love conquers all, but how each of us reaches that understanding is as individual as we are, but serves us all the same. I have found that God is and isn't. We are all individuals on our own wonderful journey, but yet we are all one.

Let's take care of ourselves and each other,

Peace, Love & Blessings,
Marina

Oh My!!

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 04:03:00 +0000

Hey there my peeps! What's crackin! Are you loving your life? I hope so. What a miracle, this thing we call life, huh? I tell you, I have been on such a high the past few weeks that I don't anticipate I will come down anytime soon. What has caused me such bliss you ask? Oh my,it's called life!!! Simple as that! If you don't get how beautiful it is to be alive despite what is happening in your life, think of the other option. I won't preach, but trust me when I tell you life ain't always been a road paved with rose bushes and pretty flowers for me. Yet, I am one to tell you it's all worth the ride. No matter what comes your way, when you have God on your side, there is NOTHING that can break you. I mean nothing.

Hold fast to your dreams my friends. Never, ever stop dreaming. I know what it's like to wonder if all of your dreams will ever come true and to wonder if you are dreaming in vain. And I am here to tell you that I don't have the answers to why things are the way they are. But one thing I can say for sure is that God wants for you ten times more than what you can imagine.

Stay positive and remember...take care of yourself and each other.

Marina

Six More Days...

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 18:38:00 +0000

Howdy!!!

Did I tell you'all it's almost my birthday? Say I did!! Sorry, I just love my birthday! I think God outdid Himself when He created me, so I like to acknowledge what a blessing I am. Now for those of you that might want to take that as a cocky statement, well #1, you couldn't possibly know me cause there ain't a cocky bone in my body, and # 2, well there is no #2!!!

So I kicked off the celebration today by giving thanks, like I always do, for being alive. Do you really understand what a blessing it is to be alive? No, I mean really understand? Each day is so full of opportunities, and if you're healthy, then you're doubly blessed. Don't get me to preachin!! Forget all the other wonderful things that can be added to the mix. Trust, I've had periods in my life where I had so much stuff going on that if anybody talked to me about being blessed, I'd bite their head off. I didn't feel blessed, so I really didn't want to hear it. Oh, if I knew then what I know now!!! Being blessed is not a feeling, it's a knowing. I am learning to count it all joy...even when it shows up as pain.

OK, later on if time permits, I will go to the gym, which is my second favorite place to go (a bookstore or library is #1). I might only get to hit the treadmill today because I gotta get home and help with homework, but that will suffice!

If you're so inclined, check back. I might even stay focused long enough to blog everyday this week...no promises though!

Side bar...don't forget to vote! I spent the weekend volunteering for the Barack Obama Campaign. I called folk to inform them about early voting and what I found is there are a lot of people who are still undecided. So for those of us who realize how important this moment is for more reasons than I can cover here, let's do what we have to do! No Excuses!!! And talk to Pookie and make sure she/he votes!!!

Take care of yourself and each other!

Love you like a play cousin,

Marina

It's My Birthday...Well Almost!!!

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 02:44:00 +0000

OK, I'm a Virgo, and don't believe everything you hear about Virgos...that's all I'ma say. Now there are some things about Virgos that I fit the bill to a tee, for instance, I love cleanliness, I'm methodical, I like order and some have said I can be a bit judgemental, although I call it opinionated:) I am extremely sensitive, I am artistic and I think too much sometimes! We'll leave it there.

So what's been happenin? You doing good I know because I know nothing less for you. I am hanging in if I keep it real. I've had a few events that I was looking forward to cancel at the last moment, and it has been disappointing if I'm honest. I love to perform so when an opportunity appears to dissipate, it can leave me a little bewildered; questioning much more than I should. But I am a trooper, so I'll keep it moving.

What about Barack Obama!!! Is he the man or what!!! And Michelle...I have a woman crush on that sista! She is representing for the dark-skinned sistas! She has such grace, humility, strength and beauty. Their children are little princesses. What an image for young black boys/girls to see. My son and I watched Barack's speech together and I don't know that it meant as much to him as it did to me for us to be watching it together. Maybe one day he will tell his children how he and his mom sat at the computer (we don't have but one tv in the house and it is for watching movies, I don't subscribe to cable, and that's by choice)and listened to Barack's speech on the 45th anniversay of King's "I Have a Dream" speech.

I continue to pray for their safety and ask God to keep His cloud of protection around, before, and behind each of them individually and collectively. I pray the same prayer for Biden and his family. My God, my ancestors must be shouting and running all over heaven. Maybe that would account for all of the thunderstorms we've had recently:)

Let's keep the people of New Orleans in our prayers as Gustav heads that way. I believe collectively we have the power to influence nature for the good. Our collective prayers can change the course of Gustav so let's petition the heavens for grace.

Stay you. Keep positive. Love somebody just because.

Take care of yourself and one another,

Marina

Can I Talk To The Ladies (Brothas You Can Listen)...

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 16:46:00 +0000

Ladies, I have been introspecting the last few days about our brothas and I'm wondering if you can relate to what I'm feeling. I think with Barack so close to the presidency, it has my mind in a tizzy. Watching Michelle handle herself like a strong black woman has me thinking about the days of ole when the women held it down for their man. Overall, the black family has been on my mind lately, and I'm wondering what it is going to take to get us back on track.

I think about the look I get from a few brothas when I am performing/celebrating them - looks of confusion, distrust - mixed emotions. I don't think they quite know how to feel when they hear a sista lifting them up as opposed to tearing them down because they get torn down so often. Quite a baffling experience for me although I should not be surprised. Sistas, I want to tell them that all of us are not out to get them, that some, if not most of us truly love them for who they are and not what they can do for us or for what they have. That we really do want to be there for them unconditionally and all we really want is for them to offer the same. There is no judgement in my spirit towards those brothas who might question my motives, for truly I understand. However, what it does for me is to help me understand how deeply we have been separated and deeply the pain has penetrated our hearts. But as many of you know, I am the eternal optimist! I will continue to forge ahead to remind my brothas that I/we love them.

I think I was a black man in a past lifetime because I have such a level of compassion for them. I don't claim to know what they go through, yet at the same time I want them to know we have gone through things too. I don't want to compare experiences for that only creates a circle of unresolved pain. We can both make our points without negating the importance of the other person's perspective.

So ladies, let's try to make the best choice for ourselves when it comes to selecting a mate. Yes, we want to be in relationships, but not at any cost. Let's start respecting ourselves and each other...if he has a wife, girl or someone he's "just seeing," then he's off limits. Regardless! In today's technological overload, there are too many ways to find out anything you need to know about anybody, so if your instinct tells you something other than "the words that are coming out his mouth," check it out! If you have suspicions, check it out! But more importantly, trust your instinct...it never leads you wrong. Some people would say if you have to go and check somebody out then you have your answer right there, but I come from a different school of thought. I give everybody the benefit of the doubt, but I am not going to dismiss my instinct for anybody, I don't care who it is or what package they come in. Besides, we do out research on everything else, why not somebody we are thinking about spending our time with? And this goes for the brothas too.

I truly believe when we start respecting ourselves, the brothas will follow suit. Thanks ladies, and remember you are the channel by which God chose to bring life into this world. That in and of itself is a powerful affirmation!

Until next time, take care of yourself and each other!!
Peace & Blessings,
Marina

You've Been Away Too Long

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 01:13:00 +0000

So I've heard. A few of my loyal readers have informed me once again that I need to stay on the ball with the blog and I admit I've fallen off the horse...but I'm back!!! So let's play catch up.

My youngest child is visiting her grandparents in Jersey for a few weeks. I miss her terribly and can't wait to go get her. She is begging me and her dad to come and get her and I feel so guilty. Quite frankly, I haven't known what to do with myself since she's been gone. Many of you may not know that I am a jigsaw puzzle fanatic! I have finished about four or five 1,000 piece puzzles over the summer and don't have anywhere to put them! Want one? I finished one last Saturday, and I was so proud of myself because it was quite the challenge. A black cat wrapped it up which meant I was left with about 100 black pieces, but I worked that bad boy out! I spent about four or five hours on it Saturday. What fun! I've gotten my son and youngest addicted to them too!

I think I may be performing at the Summer Soul Festival here in Charlotte on August 30! The Tyme, Midnight Star and EU are the featured artists! What!!! I am beside myself with excitement. Hope to see you there.

Things have been opening up for me finally, and I give God the praise. It's been a long time coming, but I trust and will wait on God. I may fuss every now and then, but I will wait cause I trust Him.

Let's see...I don't have much else. Wanna know how you're doing. Hope you are fine and knowing that whatever is going on in your life, God is good. Don't you love that song by Regina Belle, God is Good? If you haven't heard it, I suggest you get to a gospel station near you and request it. It reminds me of those ole time songs where all they had in the church was hand clapping and foot stompin!

Oh well, bedtime for me. The sinuses are "ackin" up and I gotta rest the eyes.

Take care of yourself and each other.

Peace, love and Blessings,
M

Food...

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 19:42:00 +0000

Happy July!!! How was your 4th? Hope you had a safe, family-filled weekend! I didn't do much but was grateful for the holiday weekend and for the fact that we live in a country, despite it's faults, that we can say we exercise a lot of basic freedoms. Praise God! You feel me?

OK, food! I have been on a health kick for the past year or so - making an effort to eat in a way that serves my lifestyle. You know some people like to call it eating right, well your right might not be my right, so I just like to say eat right for me, you know what I'm saying!!! So what this has included is going to the gym at least four days a week, drinking more water, eating more fresh fruits and veggies, etc. Cutting out the sugar (I haven't mastered that one all the way yet), not staying up as late, and keeping the mind full of positive thoughts. so during the course of this phase of my life I've noticed that I have certain favorite foods. Here are a few... roasted, pepper hummus, low-sodium wheat thins, watermelon, cantaloupe, carrots, plums, peaches, sweet butter lettuce, corn on the cob boiled for about twenty minutes and eaten right off the cob, trail mix, a good salad and yes water. I have to admit though, I only like my water in this water bottle I got from good ole Wal-Mart. For some reason, I am very particular about what I drink my water out of and if I'm not feeling the container then I'm not feeling the water. Isn't that strange? I know, but that's me. I don't eat red meats or pork, but I do eat chicken and fish. Now that's me. You do you. I'm not here to knock anybodies food. Just talking about Marina:) I'm very particular about where I eat out if I do and when I do, try to make sure my diet is consistent with what I normally eat. I don't go crazy just because I'm eating out. Love my desserts and that's where I get in trouble. I always order water and very rarely will have a sweet tea. I can already tell my eating habit's are rubbing off on the kids, partly because they don't have a choice and the other part is they see how mommy eats. Kids do emulate us parent's don't let anybody tell you otherwise. Therefore, I try to give them positive examples to mirror. Notice I said try, I'm not perfect. The mouth can get me in trouble every mow and then, but I'm working on it!!! I promise.

So what are your favorite foods? Are you being health conscious in a way that fits your lifestyle? I hope so!!! Cause you know if you don't take care of yourself then you may not be around long enough for me to meet you or see you again! And we can't have that now can we! Why of course not!!

Look, take good care of yourself and each other and that means eat healthy!
Love ya,
Marina

Easy Does It Boo Boo...

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 22:43:00 +0000

Hey my sistas and brothas in spirit, and that greeting has no color, so don't trip! What's up homie! Did you have a good day? If you're reading this the answer better be Hell Yeah! I tell you, I am so learning how to be present in the moment and thank God for every breath I take. I don't care what is going on in my life, I am so learning how to be grateful. Hope you can relate.

Ya'll my creative juices have been overflowing! I am in creative mode! Of course you get to benefit from my creativity so just know there are lots of exciting things coming from Marina The Poet! I have been wanting to create all sorts of things like calendars, mugs, tee shirts, etc. that highlight my poetry, and I am finally getting around to that. Oh how I love the creative process, don't you?

Please take the time to learn or educate someone about Juneteenth if you know the history. Today is the official day to celebrate Juneteenth, but some cities celebrate it all weekend. Here in Charlotte, NC we have a huge celebration and I had the opportunity to participate last year for the first time. It was a very moving experience for me. I honor my ancestors and thank them for the sacrifice they made for me.

Have a great weekend and do what you do best...take care of yourself and each other.

Peace & Blessings,
Marina

Raising Teenagers

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 02:04:00 +0000

OK, I'ma jump right in cause I need to vent. I have a teenage son who is about to drive me to drink something heavier than the occasional glass or bottle of red wine -depending on how my day went, I normally drink. Mercy! Can anybody say challenge? Now I feel bad even talking about my son because he's really not a bad kid considering, but I tell you he can work my nerves. Seems like if I say go left, he wants to know why he can't go right. If I say do this he wants to know why he can't do that! Being a single mother, I've always said it takes a man to raise a boy and God knows I'm doing a lot of praying right about now. We women have done, and continue to do an amazing job raising our sons, but I do believe the best case scenario for any child, and especially a boy, is to have a two parent household. Daddy is critical in the life of a boy!!! Y'all pray for me, here?

Now you might be wondering if there is anything specific that set off my need to exhale, and I have to say not really; just the typical day in the life of a teenager. One minute you think you're making strides and the next you're drawing a line in the sand. And because I'm from the old school of raising a child, I have managed to hold back the tide, but trust a sista when I say...it surely pushes up on the shore every now and then. Having already raised one of these foreign people, I can attest to the fact that they do gain their minds once again somewhere around twenty-ish, but God the perseverance a parent needs before them folk regain their senses is admirable. I have to say also that boys are a whole different breed than girls. My now grown and responsible daughter is doing fabulous; still trying to find her way, but doing well. I have warned her and my youngest daughter thank God, that they are not to leave me alone with my son in my old age. I have nightmares of him rolling me down the stairs in my wheelchair claiming I slipped. Of course I'm kidding, but I'm serious too:)

To all you parents out there, whether you be single parents or two parent households, if you feel me holla. If not, please email me your instruction manual or wait until your little one hits fifteen and then we'll talk...that is unless I'm tied up on the back porch waiting for a meal!!!!!

Woooow, I feel so much better. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest, I so appreciate you for listening. Until next time, take care of yourself and one another.

Peace, Love & Blessings,
M

Keepin It Real...

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 22:00:00 +0000

What's up my peeps! I love saying that! It's corny I know, but hey, I'm a ole head so I gotta stay true! How have you been since last we talked? Right, right. Glad to hear God has been good cause as far as I know that's all He can be! Even when we're going through, God is in the midst.

So the last few weeks have been amazing for me in terms of everything. Life is just a fantastic journey. Sometimes it's up and sometimes it's down, but regardless of which way it turns, it's all good! I have been in a position to learn so much and I'm taking it all in and giving God the glory.

Speaking of...this past Friday I had the humble opportunity to talk the the Rev. Al Sharpton himself! What an honor for me because despite what people may feel about the man, he has been on the front line fighting for us as a people. Rev. Sharpton has bought national attention to things that others have tried to sweep under the carpet and me personally; I'm thankful for his voice, spirit and his tenacity. So when I got through on his nationally syndicated show, Keppin It Real, trust a sista, it was a real pleasure! He was very gracious in speaking with me and even let me recite a poem! If you heard me, I hope you enjoyed the poem:) If not, sometime in the near future you will:)

A sista always got something going on, so I gotta get out of here, but until next time, you know what to do! That's right! Take care of yourself and one another.

Peace, Love & Blessings,
Marina

Wine, You And Me...

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Tue, 13 May 2008 01:17:00 +0000

I'm feeling a little sensual tonight so I need you to turn the lights down, grab a glass of wine, turn on some Miles, Kinda Blue, may I suggest, cuddle up in your favorite spot and come inside my mind. Yeahhhh, that's nice, I feel you. Now take a slow sip of wine, relax and let me do all the work.

Take a deep breath, now let it out. Ahhhh, there you go.

Check this out. Is there something in particular that makes you feel good? And I don't mean anything that might bring harm to another person, let's get that shiggity out in the open! I can see some sicko taking my words and twisting them to justify their own madness! Let it go right now. If that's what you're about, go head with yourself, this ain't the place for you! Now as I was saying, yeah, take another sip of that Merlot, Meritage, Shiraz or Syrah. Me, I prefer Kendall Jackson's Merlot or Meritage, but do you! As a matter of fact, hold on a minute, I'ma go get me a glass of wine too.

OK, I'm back. May I offer a toast? OK, to you, me, happiness, abundance, freedom of expression and fulfilling lives! How's that! Ohhhh, this is good!! Say what? Oh, pardon my manners, I poured me a glass of Merlot.

So as I was saying, listen baby, you gotta do you in this life. It's the difference between life and death. It's that serious. You know, we have a tendency to live for everybody but ourselves, but that ain't cool, you know? For example, it wasn't easy to follow this dream of being a poet. My mom and dad had other aspirations for me when I first went off to college, but they weren't my aspirations, so I rebelled. Now that I've found my way back to me, as I like to define it, I work hard at doing things that make me happy. Like what? Well dancing! Bet you didn't know I liked to dance!!! Well you mighta known if you have seen me in the club particularly every weekend, and I mean that literally. See there was a time when I would let folks opinion and the stereotypes about going to the club dictate my actions. Now I don't really give a hoot. God likes to express Himself as a dancer through me, and I like to let Him do His thing. Besides, when I get ninety-nine, I want to be able to give my grandchildren examples of how I sucked the marrow out of my life!!! Won't be no shoulda, coulda, woulda stories from me!!! Shoot, I'm going to be able to give examples:) Or at least examples I can share with them.

How's your wine? You need to get a refill? Oh you good? Cool? Check it... Tell me, what do you like about yourself? Go ahead, ain't nobody here but you and me. Yeah? Uhaa, I see that. Right, right. Ohhhhhhh. Yes!!! See that's what I'm talking about! Lift yourself up. Don't wait for a woman or a man to tell you how bad you are, tell yourself! Me? Oh, there are a lot of things I like about me:) I like my eyes, my smile, my genuine heart, my caring spirit and of course the gorgeous body my spirit is housed in. I like the fact that I never give up. I'm learning to love me, you know. And I hope you are doing the same thing. As a matter of fact, I know you are, I can feel and see it. I see you growing, accepting, reaching, really putting forth an effort to make this wonderful thing called life better for you. And I applaud you. Hold up, let me get up and give you a standing ovation! (clap, clap, clap, more claps) I'm very proud of you. If you haven't heard anyone say those words in a long time, please allow me to say them to you...I am proud of you!!!!

OK, we need to go to bed now! This wine has gone to my head and I'm ready to crash!!!

Until next time my friend, stay positive, love yourself and give God the glory!
Take care of yourself and each other,
Marina

What Is This Thing Called Life All About Anyway?

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 19:36:00 +0000

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I've been writing a lot recently, but there is so much I have to say!! It's all Barack Obama's fault! After all, he's the one that's got things all stirred up in this country...it's all his fault! Don't get it twisted, I love me some Barack Obama! But I had to blame it on somebody and right he appears to be the target. Man on man, I wonder if he saw this coming! My man is catching it on all levels. I only hope he sures himself up in the Lord each day:) That's the only want to see his way through all this muckity muck he's found himself in the center of.

But I digress. Isn't that an amazing word...digress? I simply love that word, it is one of my favorites in the English language and apparently I do a lot of it! So anyway! Have you ever pondered life so in depth that you came to the conclusion you were spending so much time pondering, and questioned whether the constant pondering had anything to do with your not living? The dichotomies of life! I have found myself thinking a lot more than I usually do, but not being able to make much of a change. I'm beginning to wonder if things will always be the way they are or if change has more to do with perception than reality. Maybe they are one in the same (Frankie Beverly just came to mind...Joy and pain, are like sunshine and rain, but once again I digress!) You know, I just realized I think too much! That's my problem! Wow! Thanks for helping me figure that out! See, I could not have done it without you! You are amazing!

Change is inevitable I guess. Regardless of whether you ponder it or not it will come. OK, I got it!

Until next time, you know what to do...take care of yourselves and each other. And that goes for you too Barack and Rev. Wright:)

Peace & Blessings,
Marina

I'm Just Wondering...

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 16:48:00 +0000

I am just going to dive straight into the thoughts in my head. I am overwhelmed, discouraged, dismayed, bewildered and just plain flabbergasted about where we stand on the topic of race relations in America today. And if you're wondering what I'm talking about, all you need to do is tune into any radio or TV station to find out. And to think, I bamboozled myself into thinking things were getting better.

It appears the idea of this countries first black president has truly unearth sentiments on both sides-black and white, that appear to divide us further. Who knew the air now ripe with possibilites once only pondered, the first black president, would cause such an erruption of ugliness. Can anyone say race riots? And before you think you know where I am going with that question and start putting words in my mouth to use against me one day, let me tell you exactly what I mean. I imagine during biblical times prophets like Elijah, Malachi, Ezekiel, and Jonah to name a few, weren't the most popular cats on the block. And I also imagine they didn't always like what God asked them to prophesy either. As a matter of fact, from the little I do know about some of their stories, most of the people they were talking to didn't want to hear what they were saying and tried to shut them down or even kill them. Go figure. So you have a black man running for president, pretty much saying some stuff a lot of people don't want to hear, and then you have him affiliated with another guy who has pretty much said some things that those same folk don't want to hear, and you have a formula for a pretty disruptive showdown. Sounds like I've heard this story before.

So what am I saying? What I'm saying is that this country was built on a foundation that has shaped and formed it's very existence. Therefore, it stands to reason, that until that very foundation, meaning it's mindset, is unearth, removed, carved out and reestablished, it will continue to be a boiling pot for choas. What else can it be? I'll give it to you another way...Say you start a company, but you start off with the determination that some folk are less than others. You establish the bylaws, mission statement and vision all to support this idea. Well one day those folk you have deemed lesser than are going to realize something ain't right, and what do you think will happen? Why of course!!! They are going to rebel! It's the perfect formula for rebellion. Oh, but that makes them the violent ones according to the rationale of ignoramus' like Pat Buchannon who I refuse to give another sound bit in my head other than in the form of a prayer.

The pessismistic mood that has engulfed me over the last few months, I imagine will dissapate as I am not the type of person that lingers in negativity. However, once it does move on, it will certainly leave me with the desire to continue to use my voice to educate my children and as many others who will listen about what it means to be a human being who wants fairness for all and not just some. It is not a hard formula to write nor figure out.

Until next time, take care of yourselves and each other.
Marina

Oh No He Didn't!!!!

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 19:51:00 +0000

What's up my peeps! Life is amazingly good isn't it? I know right!!!!

OK, so how many of you heard yours truly get beat down by George and Micheal Baisden last Friday? So a sista finally gets through on the Michael B. show right, and I get a chance to kick my poem. Well little did I know it was the battle of the sexes which we all know Michael has to give the men a handicap by cheating because they have a tendency to fall short:) So anywho, I get a chance to introduce the book and the title of my poem, Hunk of Black Man, and mid-way through the poem George gongs me! Can you imagine! Here I am trying to give the brothas some love and these two are having a ball at my expense! No problem, I can handle it. It was all good! Actually, do you know how many times I have tried to get through on that show? So I count it all good that I got through and was able to bless the Universe with a few bars of my poem. Michael B. will hear more from a sista, just wait and see! And to everybody that called me and told me they heard a sista and wanted to tell me not to get discouraged, thank you:)

My oh my, so much to tell! The calendar is filling up, CD's and books are selling and I am so eternally grateful to God for it all! I had a chance to do my thing for students at Ramsey Street Middle School in Fayetteville, NC (Shout out to Ramsey Street!)and I had a blast! Mr. David Edwards, who is the principal and his staff are to be commended for what they are doing for the kids in that school. It would make you proud. And the kids...what a bunch of beautiful, inquisitive, honest, smart kids. I will never forget them and I am so grateful they took the time to listen, ask questions and engage themselves in what I had to offer. Don't believe the hype about our kids, they want to have a bright future for themselves and the world.

Well, gotta go, but will be back soon, I promise. Until I do, take care of yourselves and each other!

Peace, Blessings and Love,
Marina

Yes We Can!!!

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 01:15:00 +0000

So is it apparent I've been bitten by the Obama bug? And why not? After all he is a brotha! I, like Michelle, for the first time in my lifetime, am excited about the possibility of what American can finally become. Now I know Obama doesn't have a magic wand, and it is going to take each of us to make the necessary changes needed given the mess our current president has created, however, I am more than confident that he can take the helm and at least begin to steer the boat away from the iceberg. Feel me?

By the way, I got a chance to shake Mr. Obama's hand when he came to Charlotte, NC. I mumbled something to him that I can't remember because I was dumbfounded that I was holding his hand, just like I was when I was fifteen or so and got to shake Micheal Jackson's hand when he was filming the Wiz down in the Brooklyn subways. I swore I wouldn't wash my hand for a week both times:) Funny stuff! Yeah, yeah, I know he's just a man, but by George, he's the next president! How many of us will get that close to the president? Heeheee! One things for sure, those secret service guys ain't no joke! You blink wrong and them dudes will be all over you! I was happy to see Mr. Obama is so well protected and you best believe I was on my best behavior...no attempt to show Mr. Obama my Cupid shuffle moves:) What? You didn't know? You better ask somebody!! I got that Cupid Shuffle thang down pact! I can even do it without moving...to the left, the left, the left, the left, the left! Ahhh, yeah! But I digress. So, like I was saying, Mr. Obama is just as fine up close and personal(no disrespect to Mrs. Obama cause that's my girl!) as he is on tv. And them teeth! My God, I've never seen a set of 32's more perfect than his. Say it with me - Obama, Obama, he's our man, if he can't do it nobody can!!!!

So moving on. Big things poppin in my life as always. May we have a moment of silence for the goodness that is God... Cool. Thank you for joining me in that collective hallelujah! I tell you, it is amazing to me how He manages to keep it all on point, never missing a beat. Who amongst us could do it without wavering?

I have a new venture that is just coming together like mama's sweet potato pie with no recipe! I am excited to report I will be opening a creative arts center in the Charlotte area soon. It will encompass poetry (why of course), music, dance, drama, health, spirituality and culture. I am in the planning phase now, watching God bring all the pieces together without the least bit of effort. I tell you, what a God we serve! I promise to keep you abreast, but just know, if you are so inclined to make a donation, please contact me and I will accept whatever is offered!

So until next time, take care of yourself and each other.

Peace, love and blessings,
Marina

The Hills Are Alive With The Sounds of Music...

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 02:29:00 +0000

OK, my family and I went to see 3 Mo Divas' at the Belk Theatre yesterday and was absolutely blown away by the voices inside those three sistas! My God! Talking 'bout sanging! Whew! I could barely catch my breath. And when two of them performed Strange Fruit, my son and I thought we'd die. Eerie, haunting, intriguing, just a conglomerate of emotions. Sorry I dived right into that but I needed to let you know how powerful that show was and to tell you if it comes to your town you have to experience it.

So much is happening for me, I can hardly keep up. I have had so many calls and emails from people who want me to come and perform, and to say that I am humbled is an understatement. Seems the name Marina The Poet is getting around and I give God all the honor and praise. I desire nothing more than to perform and share myself and my gift with others. What a blessing.

I want to thank anyone who has spported me and to let you know I appreciate your support. I am happy to be able to do what I love on any scale. It truly is a blessing.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart and for those of you who I haven't met, I look forward to meeting you.

Take care of yourself and each other,
Marina

Happy New Year!!!

poetry@marinathepoet.com (Marina) — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 20:55:00 +0000

What's up! I know I'm late with the new year wishes, but better late than never...or maybe not! So how the heck ya been? Yeah? For real! Naaaa! Man have you been busy! I've got to catch up with you! Oh me, I've been busy too, but in a good way. I've been working on the inside of Marina. I've officially changed my name from Andrea to Marina. For those of you that don't know, I was born Andrea Marina. I've since dropped the Andrea and now just go by Marina. No I haven't changed it legally, just officially. Like a P Diddy type of thang. You know how he re-creates himself periodically? Like that. So everybody that I meet now, I just tell them my name is Marina. So Marina is in the house. She's a lot more like me...fun, free, silly, happy, spontaneous, creative, in the moment. Andrea had a lot of rigid ways about her that just don't work for Marina, so we had to say bye bye!

So many other great things going on that I can't go into them all but I will say WRITER!!!! I am a full-fledged writer now. Yes I do still have the day job, but I am a writer. I have decided to publish my novel...finally! I will be hiring an editor in the next month or so. I've also retained a PR person who is sharp. Her ideas are off the chain! I have several engagements coming up so look for me coming to a spot near you.

I promise not to stay away so long next time. Please forgive me. I still love you.

Until next time,
take care of yourself and each other,
Marina