Kick in the Teeth

One of my favorite alternative songs is “Kick in the teeth” by Papa Roach. It’s an oldie, but the song does justice by educating listeners to not let life get you down.

Lately, I’ve been fighting this feeling of being a failure. Being afraid to write because of what others will say. This blog is suppose to be my reawakening, and yet at times, I’m still feeling afraid.

It’s like a pair of teeth, locked on a pound of flesh, which is hurting me and I’m ignoring the pain. I need to do better with motivating myself, so I can be a better leader, Seek my purpose more, and so on.

I am determined to finish this poetic challenge that I promised myself to complete. Day 28: “write a poem about teeth or spit or longing.”

Baby, simile by Evelyn Davis

why on me man

I am not your

Pet, peasant, pleasure-lover


My voice matters whether you hear

Or not,

I would hate to call the cops

Boom–bang, another male is


All for a simple

Command, comment

Declaration of an opinion

You think is yours, that

Your always right, men

In fact, little boys

Bang, bang cannot be

Avoid, aspire to accomplish

Growth, yet that mouth

Is trouble.


Who Am I? Writer, Activist, Librarian, or Poet

I want to start this month with a literary analysis of the book, “Becoming” by Michelle Obama.

I am writing this analysis a month in advanced (April 4, 2019, after a shocking self revelation) to a

particular section within the second part of her book, Becoming Us.

Michelle kept a journal during this part of her life and came to a discovery while dating the now famous,

Barack Obama. She asked her self in her journal two questions:

One I was very confused about where I want

my life to go. What kind of person do I want to

be? How do I want to contribute to the world?

Two, I am getting very serious in my

relationship with Barack and I feel that I need

to get a better handle on myself.

Michelle Obama

Girl, I feel the same way. I’m only twenty-four years old and I’m at an impasse.

I feel like I’m not really doing what I’m suppose to be doing with my life.

Michele had her realization at twenty-six, or twenty-seven. I can’t remember, but she

had that realization early on in her life. She began her life as I have: independent,

educated with two degrees, good job, and a great relationship, finally. Yet, she wakes up to

realize she doesn’t like her job because she is not passionate about being a lawyer. And Barack Obama

is the reason why. He’s passion and drive for others made Michelle sit back and think what is she doing

with her life for others besides herself. Ironic how another person can have an effect on you.

The impression of second opinion, outlook, story of struggle with being fatherless and broken family.

All the while, you live with both parents and they work hard to put you through school and college.

Your parents are proud of you, but don’t ask about your personal happiness. What kind of life is that?

Later on after these questions, Michelle answers her own aching desires.

Michelle states, “but I did need to quickly anchor myself on my own two feet”.

She meant she did not want to get lost in her newly found feelings and relationship.

A person can become consumed by love that he or she forget oneself in the process.

Michelle knew she had to find her niche and to find her calling now. I feel the exact same way.

Which is why I started blogging. In the beginning, everything started with me, myself, a notebook,

and a pen. I wrote a poem everyday until it become second nature. I came with the idea to create a

poetry collection by the time I was sixteen years old and publish that book first before anything else.

Then, the idea for a novel came next. Then, more and more ideas for series, trilogies, manuals, essays

came later on in the time span of two years. And, I graduated high school. Forced to go to college where

I lost myself in relationships and paternal expectations. I lost me.

Who am I? Poet, writer, activist, librarian

Often times, I am certain I am a poet. No doubts about that aspect of me.

Yet, the others are fairly new and debatable. I am a writer, but prefer reading sometimes over writing

anything. The activist and librarian are freshly new like 2019 new. I like the calling of protecting

information and the allowing the public to have access to as much information as possible,

but I hate school. The same uneasiness of sleep, stress, coffee overload, and more are falling

back into play. I needed to create some type of change and it needed to happen now.

So, here I am. In the middle-end of my first semester in Graduate school and I’m starting a blog.

The posts I’m writing now are like therapy to me that I’ve neglect like a child. My baby of sorts.

I knew in 2019, I needed to make a change for my career as a writer to succeed and I don’t plan on

stopping now. As for Michelle, she will find her niche as I am fighting to revive mine.

Twice Upon a Relationship

So, I just recently got into another relationship with someone old. We never really gave “us” a chance, a moment. A series of unfortunate events led us away, which frustrated me more than any relationship. Yet, I knew I was still in love with him. I couldn’t move on, forward with someone new. It’s like my heart wanted that chance again. A third chance. Therefore, this is my love story, 2019.

Day 21: “Modernize a fairytale”.

Once upon a time not long ago

I was single. Mingling did nothing

But make my ache hurt

Longing for him. A prince out

Of my reach, he’s wanted by

Many, envious by few

Yet, no luck with a princess

Even this one. We were zero,

Not a chance to last for jealousy.

Now isolated, the opportunity

Arises out of broken ashes

Like a phoenix, we are

One. Again.

The Statue of Michaelangelo

So, it looks like I won’t be finishing the poetry challenge, but I tired. I really did. for the remaining daily post. I will upload them on Sundays during the month of May. I think I have six or seven left. I will do them in random order cause why not. The challenge is incomplete for me, so diverting from the path is not hard and I feel no regrets.

Since National Poetry Month is over, I will an effort to try and write everyday until it becomes second nature again. My muse has been muted for too long because of emotional roller coasters, trials and tribulations. I’m sick of being tired, drinking coffee every day, and not being happy. Something’s got to change. My outlet is my writing, so be patience with my venting, or ranting about my personal life.

May will be the change I need. Hopefully.

Day 25 (because, why not): “write a list of questions you have for someone.”

Why no answer by Eevee

Why do you withhold the truth

lying to me won’t cause another argument, right

why don’t you date a girl on your level

do you feel pain anymore, or does it feel numb now

don’t know whether your weak-minded, or plain stupid

why do you love that girl

*This poem is a lost of questions I never got to ask my best friend who kept falling in love with the wrong girl. This is not my personal relationship, someone else.

Discovering Poetry: A Memoir

Sup folks, its Eevee the Poet. Today, I am reading a collection of poetry entitled, “How I discovered Poetry” by Marilyn Nelson.

So, while reading this poetry collection, I figured I might receive some type of inspiration or something. but in all, the poems made me laugh, I’ve been having a bad thoughts kind-of day. Then, I decided to research the poet, Marilyn Nelson.

Marilyn Nelson, picture from “Poetry Foundation” website

Her father was a solider in WWII. Specifically, he was apart of the Tuskegee Airmen. Then, I was like, Whoa. I remember seeing this word, Tuskegee. It is a private HBCU historical black university. Not many people know about this college, not even me until I did a history project my junior year in college.

The Tuskegee Airmen were a group of African American fighter pilots in the U.S. Army Air Corps of World War II; the U.S. Air Force did not yet exist as a separate entity. The Army had resisted using black men as pilots but, in response to a pending lawsuit, conceded to creating a segregated unit for them.

Just a fact of history for everyone to read.

The word Tuskegee originates from: Spanish “Tasquiqui“, which came from the Muskogee word “Taskeke“, a name of a Creek settlement and meaning “warriors.”

So, we are Warriors. I like that. No discrimination, everyone is a warrior in one’s own way.

The Tuskegee Girls by Eevee

fighters by trade

hunting for injustice

we are the voices of

many, unspoken

broken communities

poverty, emptiness

helplessness, hope from

religion, yet, we slit each others

tongue. We are helpers,

not made to destory

we can rise up from the fall

of any Man-made object

foolish pride cannot get in

the way, not anylonger

we shall rise up

like Tuskegee girls,

men, women

teaching our youth

love versus hate

Six of Wands

Day 26: “Pull a tarot card. Look up the meaning. Write a poem about it.”

So, I went online and looked a tarot card generator to do this assignment. The tarot card I got was a upright “Six of Wands”. The meaning of this card is exactly what I needed to read.

Link to website:



The Six of Wands depicts a man wearing a victory wreath around his head and riding a decorated white horse through a crowd of cheering people. His horse represents strength, purity and the successful progression of an adventure, and the group of people marks the public recognition for the man’s achievements. The rider holds an upright wand with a wreath tied to the top, further emphasising success and achievement. He is not afraid to show off to others what he has accomplished in his life so far and, even better, the surrounding crowd is delighted to cheer him along.


Upright: Success, public recognition, progress, self-confidence.

Words of encouragement by Eevee

We rode to freedom

Upright and cheer

Sing the praises of this mighty

Warrior, female savior

No man can dim her

Shine, light

Visible Of success in

Her future

Haven’t been myself

Good Evening readers,

For the past few days, I’ve been focusing on a final exam for school and not blogging. Then, my mental health has just been jeopardize due to emotional pains from paternal expectations. It seems I just can’t catch a break. Well, I will once I turn in this final exam. But then what? I had an idea of what to do with this blog, but my doubts keep settling in like morning drew flowers.

Everyday I’m thinking, “what am I doing with my life?”

Going back to school, after two years, did not seem so bad until reality bitched-slap me. Hard. Regardless, after a series of unfortunate events, I made it to the end of the semester and questioning why and if I want to continue. Oh, I bet your thinking I can’t quit after one semester, but the possibility is there. I did sign up for fall 2019 classes, so let’s see how that goes.

As for freelancing, I’m just trying to figure myself out and my online author platform. I am beyond happy to have twenty followers after two weeks of blogging and getting more and more likes as time goes by. This is the encouragement I needed as a writer. My world is beyond negative and I need an outlet of positivity.

Welcome to my blog.

A simple girl by Eevee

Just a simple girl

In a hating world

Thoughts of wondering

Amongst the lost children

Adults capitalizing in authority

Trust is a luxury

A girl stands in grits of

Rice to please them

Hands bleeding from

Unwritten words

No utensil to scratch the

Itch of literature

They don’t want her

Words to escape

To bring hope

To bring life to the

Prisoners of life

The others, deserve control

Drugs are candy

The simple girl is