If life were perfect

If life were perfect i would be a size 5, with Halle Berry's Body , D cups and rich chocolate thighs.
If life were perfect I would have my PHD, be a doctor, rich and succesful and all my lovely degrees
If life were perfect I would be married to Mr right, will all my beautiful children, and my man beside me each night.
If life was perfect I would be so happy, But if life were perfect I wouldnt be me.
I wouldnt have the complicate and unique personality, I wouldnt be the big and beautiful woman u now see.
I would be without the struggles and experience i now have, I probably wouldn't be as sad.
Yet, i wouldnt be as thankful for the blessings that I recieve, And i wouldnt learn as much from the pain and hurt I now leave.
If my life was perfect I would not be here , but would anyone really care ?

My spoken word

My spoken word is about heartfelt stories, about true life experiences, about the struggle and and pain through every day of every hour, of every minute and second , of every single breath that i take towards the next. My spoken word is about the little surprises and blessings that god can give when u think there is nothing left for u. It is about the happiness that comes with the pain, the tears that come with rain, the same story and bullshit again and again. My spoken word is about pride and prejudice to fall at the perils of love, it is about the deep rooted passions that blind my everyday judgement. It is about the lesson learned the hard way, and the ones that is appreciated over time. My spoken word is about what i, see , what i feel, what I know. And also about what i would like to ondeay achieve. Spilling the contents of my mind, of my sould, heavy and burdened by the passing tolls that life gives me, and i take, and it takes from me as i give. Shit.. my spoken is untold as a silent night with whispers drowned about by the moonlight. It is the fire within me, that constantly gets lit out, and relit again and again and again, until the phoneix within me rises from my ahses. To u this might seem like some rambling bullshit...and maybe it is. But this bullshit, this ramble, this continution of words, of thoughts, feelings, and meanings is mine and only mine.. This is my spoken word

Hey everyone....well not really everyone, because no one reads this except for..... anwyay hi to anyone who accidentally stumbled here. Not much of a view but the convo can be cool sometimes... sorry this might not be one of the times. Kinda of tired and relieved. Pageant is over, and I did ok. Scored 3rd out of 6.. Proves that big girl can triumph over skinny bitches, especially models. No regrets, just relief. Oh Good movie to see Phat Girlz with my girl Monique. I love her, and I loved the movie, I am just mad that it was trying to emulate me. lol... anyway it was a good movie, and I do have the bootleg if anyone would like to borrow. Also another good movie to see (despite some opposing thoughts and views) Madea's family reunion. Even if ur not a fan of madea or are not that familiar with her, I still believe that the movie is a good thing to see. She is in it for a lil bit but not that much and sexy Boris is in it, ....do i need to say more. Anyway i should be getting back to work...but i think i will. go check my 5 e-mail accounts and myspace. Until next time...