“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.” ~Khalil Gibran Is beauty tied and twisted up with love, and if not, what ultimately drives the bus, beauty or love? It’s a contested point that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. We see what we wish to see, and … Continue reading Skin Deep
Love is complicated An intricate thing Subtly feathered Taking to the air Like a hurricane Before it explodes Love is emotional A conflagration On the verge of igniting In reds and blues At the boiling point Then spilling over Love is contradictory An exercise in pain Wrapped in velvet Sealed with a kiss Just like … Continue reading Subtly Feathered
I’m writing a love story. Yes, I know. Me. My own love story was of the unconventional sort, so the love story I’m writing follows a similar pattern, in that it’s unconventional. And yet it’s written in the most conventional of ways. See, it starts with a girl. Don’t all love stories start with a … Continue reading Writing a Love Story
“I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world. Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl. Still taking my time to perfect the beat, and I still got love for the streets.” ~Dr. Dre – Still D.R.E. We all come from somewhere. I have a saying I learned a long time ago. You either love … Continue reading Still Got Love
She never knew That convoluted love The push and shove Together but alone It changes things While she stands still Waiting for the dawn To bring her back to life Fresh as morning dew Or her bitter tears When he said goodbye Her forever love That lasted a night And left her wanting A certain … Continue reading Traces
She loves him. I can see it in her eyes when he pulls her into his arms and holds her close. It’s like a fairy tale as they talk and laugh, as he plans a future for the two of them, and as she says nothing to dissuade him from those plans. They’re dressed in dinner wear, the handsome couple that turns everyone’s heads when they go out on the town. He even brought her home to meet his entire family, and they too could see the love between them. A week later he is in tears because she said she doesn’t feel the same way about him as he does about her. Now. At this late hour. And the cameras are rolling when he gets the news.
No, this isn’t real life, but it is at the same time. This is a television show, but it’s unscripted, and the “actors” are real human beings who want a legitimate shot at discovering love, at finding their own “happily ever after.” Is it right to throw these desperately longing creatures together in a house with their rivals and hope for the best? Is it okay to think that having one woman determine their fates is the best way to treat their fragile emotions anyway? And why am I so fascinated by the show?
After watching the latest episode last night, I thought back to bachelorette Andi’s hometown trips, where she did a very good job of making it seem like each of the four guys was the only one for her. Four mothers told her how much they could see the attraction and emotional connection between her and their son, but one of those mothers either lied or was seriously mistaken — Marcus’s mother. She wanted the best for her son, having already lost two other children in tragic circumstances, and she had us viewers thinking that Andi was that proverbial best. A week later Andi was breaking her son’s heart on national television.