Moving on UP

Thanks so much for hanging in there with my babbling....you guys are Awesome!

I've moved to WordPress

visit me at 

Twannashontay.com

Walk with me as I reject reality and go for something other than.........May the force be with me!

If I Were A Boy......

If I were a boy I’d walk in high heels at night

And wear bright red lipstick to see what if feels like.

If I were a boy I’d satisfy my sweet tooth with an eclectic range of goodies;

International buttercups, southern chocolate drops & apple bottoms from the hood.

I’d even hide thoughts of mandingoes in my dreams if I could.

If I were a boy I’d pimp them hoes, take that cash and slap that ass when I was done.

Let them scalawags know; it ain’t no fun if my homey’s can’t have none.

I’d sag my pants, show my ass, skip my class & smoke my grass.

Talk that shit with swag like this;

I’d be the man around that bitch!

I’d be the man around that bitch!

I’d make a song and name it, 'I’m da Man Around This Bitch.'

Then I’d want to grow up; be a grown man!

Make love to my wife; walk in her shoes seeking to understand.

'That I’m her man around this bitch!

Her rock, cock, key & lock,'

I'd hold it down faithfully for my bitch.

~t.s.~

Landslide

So you're buzzing through your day heading to the grocery store to make magic happen with your last twenty dollars and BAM!  Your favorite song comes on the radio.  You hit the steering wheel in disbelief, check your surroundings, adjust your seat; then sink into the melody as the Lyrics take your hand and walk with you down memory lane.

You began to sing along with all that forgotten passion of your younger years and a tear falls.  You swipe it away as if a mosquito carrying the west nile was nesting in your lashes.  You carry on singing your heart out, eventually letting go of Lyrics' hand to fight back the tears.  But the D.J. comes with a left and a right on the ones and two's forcing you into an ugly cry; asking you to leave the representative you've created for yourself at the door.  He reminds you to sit back and unwind to the days of old.

What happened to that person you used to be?  All those plans; desires?  The one who simply wanted to live happily ever after.  No work, cancer, std's, debt, death or divorce.  What in the world happened?  How did you end up single, with two jobs, addicted, mean, fat, broke and/or depressed with a tumor in remission.  All you wanted was a little piece of that pie that everybody keeps talking about.

As you arrive at the market, you notice a handicapped man getting into his car with fresh greens cascading from his bag and a bottle of wine lying obediently on it's side in his little buggy. You say to yourself, "Poor thing!"  As he whistles along.  You shake your head feeling ridiculous for having lost your composure over something that happened long time ago.  "At least I'm not handicapped." You mumble after putting things in perspective.

Or Are we and don't even know it?

ReInvent,  ReVive & ReJoice

~twannashontay~

Imagine written by John Lennon spoken by Twanna Shontay

Misery Loves Company

So your best friend talks entirely too much!

  Has way too much drama!  

And you dam sure don't know what trick she pulled to get that man to marry her.  

But lord you love her crazy ass to pieces anyway; 

Right?

And if you didn't love her so much you'd cut her ass off.  

Because she ain't ever gonna get right with all of her,  Uggghhh!  

And please don't get me started on that man of hers; Uggghhh!  

Not to mention all the weight she's gained; Ugggghh! 

Lord if you'd seen them edges you would have driven her to the salon yourself on the spot......uggghhh! How could she let herself go? 

But you didn't drive her to the salon that day because you were counting pennies riding on fumes.   

And if you cut her off--- you'd be the last crazy standing.  

At least listening to her;  your man is something like Fabio, 

Fanning you out by the pool on a random Tuesday morning wearing a polka dot bow tie with a Garden fresh strawberry between his teeth still wearing crystal dew drops on it's stem.

   Listening to her;  your shit doesn't stink at all!  

Imagining her pop out of her britches everyday-- you really feel kind of skinny.   

So skinny as a matter of fact you start eating at Subway.  

Then one day you realize while eating your tuna melt on seven grains of extra whole wheat, 

 That your best friend forever hadn't even called to speak.

You start to sniff around smelling the tuna and it makes you think;

Without such & such in your life -your shit kind of stinks.

Your life kind of suck!

So you call your best friend forever to see how she's doing; 
 to get you out of your rut.

DAM!

When we start painting our own picture; there's hardly a moment left to judge.
Who are you keeping around to enhance your life?  Is it really enhanced?  Really?

~twanna shontay~

Blissful Wish

I wish I had been there that day in Colorado

When we wore bikini’s and drank mimosas outside in winter’s snow.

A natural isolated hot spring flowing from the earth’s own crust

Hosted us with tranquility and serenity;

As if we were diamonds unroughed.

But I had razor bumps y’all.

I wish I had been there that summer's day in Town Forgotten, D.C.

When Griff and I were on that crowded train.

Headed to an infamous hotdog house; a hole in the wall

Over yonder by what’s it name.

Where the music was blasting and the Africans were laughing

And dancing their asses off in the street.

I wish I could remember the place gosh darn it!

But I definitely won’t forget that train and the heat.

I wish I had been there that cold January’s day

When Martin’s wife Corretta Scott King the legend died.

When I stood there in my Atlanta apartment

Watching the city mourn and laid down instead and cried.

Awwww man.....I wish I had been there that magical night in Biloxi,

When Cir du Soleil chose me to be a guest up on their stage.

Made me into an angel; halo and all

Then flew me around the place.

I wish I could do it all over again

I’d walk nude in the snow as I am.

I’d straddle that train and ride that crowd,

Dance and feel at home with the Africans.

I’d sign my name at the hot dog house; somewhere on the wall next to all the stars;

A futuristic token that I too was there ~Twanna Shontay~  scribbled with a little heart.

I would have jump in my Beamer, jet streamed my lady in the middle of Atlanta's downtown, 

Fought my way through the massive crowd

All the way to the front shouting:

I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD!

I would have taken my wig off that night in Mississippi,

My halo had finally found it’s way home.

I would’ve spread those wings to New York City,

But those moments are over and gone.

I should have been there y’all!

Are you present in your life?  

or Are you Sweating the small stuff; letting the good ol'days pass you by?

Guess what: They're all good!  

You should be there!

Thirty Something & Beyond

So here we are; ALIVE!  

Not dead by thirty like most of us thought.

 

What do you do now?   It’s a point in life when you realize you’re too old to let your common sense out smart you and you’re not sick enough to die an unsuspected death in your sleep while ironically wearing your favorite pajamas.  Oh yeah, with your favorite song on repeat too, after having your favorite meal in an obsessively clean house with fresh cut gardenias on your night stand and a subtle scented name brand candle burning through the night.  It will be hard for you to explain how your otherwise healthy ass woke up dead.  

At the very least I were to be the love interest of a suave Italian bank robber named Salvadore Viotelli who came to America for a hundred million dollar heist.  The one who couldn’t leave his newly discovered chocolate drop behind after I'd made a personal visit to the treasury to see what was up with my refund that day.  It was his love for me that spared the teller’s life after his eyes met mine overflowing with lust and fear quivering in a corner nearby panting, "take me, take me."

With our hearts throbbing in criminal unison and sirens blarring nearer; I was too fling myself into his arms moments before we levitated into the hovering invisible get-a-way copter just above our heads.  We were to jet set around the world eating exotic foods in remote locations losing our religion in the mile high club.   I would be fatally shot left to die in the snow moments away from my 30th birthday while exiting our private jet named, "Tesse"on a runway in Japan wearing Chinchilla and rare diamonds.  Salvadore would weep helplessly at my side throwing now worthless notes of green backs into the air like confetti that made  beautiful melancholic music as they crashed down against the blood stained snow.   Screaming at God in his native tongue and harmonizing with the voices in my head.  I would have closed my eyes, placed my right hand above my heart clutching my diamonds and died a beautiful death with my lips puckered for one last kiss.  "Goodbye Salvadore.  Te Amo Mi Amor!" 

But apparently that didn't happen. So here I am 36 alive and well; blogging for all it's worth with ball chain and a baby in tow.  No back up plan, just straight winging it....yikes!  

If I'd planned on living like I did dying I bet I'd bet be dead by now....SMH.

Toss the pills and be flexible with the plan.  Keep on living and just let the beauty of life unfold.  

 Take my Salvadore, Tesse and a few million if you must.....I'm done.  

I have my Esteban, Isabella and Hawaii.  

Not my plan..............Something bigger & greater was lurking

Hallelujah!

p.s.  "if you want to make God laugh; tell him what your plans are." 

Every second is the possibility for a miracle.....hang in there tiger

~twanna shontay~