The road gladdens the obsessed ghost.

The road gladdens the obsessed ghost. Obsessions and images of grandeur cloud my head. I cannot find my way out of the maze. And the ghost beckons me to follow him. I follow gladly---welcoming his dark gaze. Who am I not to follow. As the Mariah Carey track plays I give him a slight nod---signaling that I see him. He is my earth, wind and fire. He burns my insides and smolders my loins. What am I without him? Who is he without me? I beckon the ghost....come to me! His pale hand cups my essence and I become enthralled with his beauty. My twinkling eyes lock with his and my honey colored skin swirls in his embrace. We are as one...I have taken the ghost and he gladdens all of my roads. This is the beginning of my obsession.

Love is not so easy

Damaged is a word that they label goods with dings and tears. But what do you call a girl with a hole in her heart. Is she the same as the dinged box? Or is she something new? A damaged woman does not have to be scorned. Nor does she have to inseminate wrath into the world. Rather she can be a myriad of things that no one will ever understand. No one understands another person's hurt exactly. Everyone's hardships are different and must be treated as such. In hardship, love is not so easy. It is not so easy to feel love once you have been damaged by someone or something. The feelings are still there hidden under the surface---afraid to appear because they may or may not be returned. Once a woman has been scorned she is not the same. She is a little more cautious. And a lot more careful.

Love is not easy. Especially in Atlanta, love seems to be dead. None of the men want to actually date. Rather they wish to play around and just want to have sex. I know that sex is an essential part of a relationship. But can we have some conversation. A phallus can only take a woman so far. I need a man that can engage in conversation and actually accompany me along my journey. I do not need his leadership. But I might enjoy it.

Love is Splendid!

Childhood attempts to condition us to believe certain things. My family had very traditional values regarding race, class and religion. Growing up, I had no choice but to believe many of the ideals set forth in my culture. However, as I grew up I realized that the world might not be as my parents described it. Rather it was a lot bigger, bolder and filled with a variety of cultures and customs. A southern childhood did not prepare me for the challenges of global diversity. But it instilled values of traditionalism and Christianity.

Thankfully, my experiences have enlightened me to see the world beyond Black, White and Christian. Today, I see a rainbow of possibilities and probability. No longer am I pigeonholed into believing that my blackness defines everything in my existence. But I create my own destiny. I am able to decide who I wish to be and what I want to do. Most of all, I decide who I want to date. There are no laws against miscegenation or interracial marriage and the world has become a lot smaller. With one click I can connect with a man in China, Australia, Latin America or a multitude of other destinations. There are no boundaries to love or friendship. I have the ability to find kinship with anyone. Love has no color or context---it can be found in a variety of manners and methods. And who am I to stop it or decide that it should not be because a 1% genetic difference or a socio-economic variance. True love is boundless, beautiful and contextual.