52 Ways of Saying Thank You

I turn 52 this month; and 52 for me means reflecting on past accomplishments and making way for new blessings; means more opps to help my students become critical thinkers and writers, and see their personal lives as great investments; means providing more workshops on general life skills, motivating teens n 20soms and giving voice to the outcast. 52 also means making peace with those who served their purpose but must now stay in the past and welcoming those whose purpose is to carry me over to the next level. 52 means finding forward thinking school administrators who are willing to get out the way, so that our sons and daughters have access to my books; means working on my fourth youth motivational book and having it ready for publishing by the end of 2014. It also means learning how to play the role of caregiver to a parent who wasn’t there for me; means aging gracefully by treating others gracefully. And damn it! 52 means suddenly joint pains and looking at your arm, and sayin ish like, When the what did that get here? But in the end, it all comes down to being comftble in your skin. Come keep growing with me...

Typical Times 54

She says it fits better in her mouth To say bitch rather than sista And he says it just wouldn't feel right To say brotha insteada nigga I call it psychosis They call it generation gap.