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WordCount Blogathon 2012: First post and only 3 days Late!


My dear friend, Angela, twisted my arm and shoved me to the ground until I submitted into participating in this year’s WordCount Blogathon.  Okay, she only sent one text message and an email. LOL!  I am starting the month of disciplined posting 3 days late but am committed to participating.  Unfortunately, I am no longer qualified for the writing prizes had I started on May 1st.  Kinda bummed…sigh. Well, the reward is in posting!

I’m beginning Blogathon 2012 with a tribute to my cousin, Lesleigh.  For followers of HoneySugaSweet.com, she was featured in the HoneySugaSweet Reminder: You’ve Got to Live! post.  Lesleigh lost her battle with cancer on November 30, 2011.  At times, her passing feels so raw and recent.  No more so than on special occassions l like her birthday.   On May 1st  Baby Girl (as her mother called her) would’ve turned 25.  It’s fitting that the first Blogathon 2012 post be in honor of her.  I hope Lesleigh celebrated her birthday in grand fashion…wherever she may be.

My Heart Will Find You (For Lesleigh 1986-2011)
By Jovette Gadson
 
No matter where you are
No matter where I am
My heart will find its way to you
If your body is gone
Your ashes scattered to the wind
My heart will find its way to you
If your spirit roams free
Your soul dances with our ancestors
My heart will find its way to you
If I no longer recognize your face
Your ears no longer know my voice
My heart will find its way to you
No matter where you are
No matter where I am
My heart will find its way to you
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HoneySugaSweet Musings: “I’m Taking My -Ish!”


*This piece was inspired by Ntozake Shange’s “Somebody Walked Off…” from For Colored Girls Who Considered Suicide When Rainbows Were Enuf (pg. 49).  When I read the original piece after my break-up 7 months ago, I realized someone(s) had walked off with all of me.  The break-up was not unexpected.  The feeling that I wasn’t “me” anymore came as a big surprise. I gave away so much of myself not only to my ex but a few other ex-boyfriends.  But those former beaus didn’t take my stuff.  I willingly gave it away.  This poem is me willingly taking back my stuff !*

I’m taking back my shit

Yeah, that’s right

Call me Break-in Betty, Strong-Arm Sarah, Lockpickin’ Lucy

HELL! The name doesn’t matter

Because I’m taking back all my shit!

Not asking, begging, pleading

And damn fo’ sure not negotiating to get my stuff back

I’ve been confused and conflicted for WAY too long

Sobbing over my missing things

Lookin’ at my face on the milk carton wondering, “Who stole me? I wasn’t theirs to take!”

Today, I’m reclaiming and repossessing

Going to all the brothas that walked off with my stuff

And snatchin’ my shit BACK!

Grabbing me back

Gathering those fragmented pieces I recklessly left unguarded

Recreating the old me

Fashioning her into a new me that has always existed

I’m taking my pride, ego, flaws, time, back fat, big thighs, sunshine, laughter, ugly photo-taking face, tenderness, authenticity, prettiness, spirit, love…

MY EVERYTHING!

You! Mr. “I love you!” Mr. “You’re the one for me!”

I’m taking my shit, sir

The children you wanted me to mother

The wife you wanted me to be

The lover you never knew existed but knew existed for you

The lover you couldn’t inspire in me

The gift you couldn’t care for in the present

The facsimiles of my love you recklessly transposed on new thefts

I’m taking all that back!

Selfish bastards walking away with my shit

Hmph! I’m taking it back with vengeance

Passionately restoring the “me” I neglected to protect

Loving her the way I should’ve demanded

And when I get my shit back

Oh, because I’m going to get it back!

My fractured, fragile pieces aren’t going into a lock box

How selfish of me would that be?

Taking my stuff and hiding it away?

No! My recreated, redesigned, refashioned self will be on full global display

A touring exhibition of freedom, passion, and love

A collage of stolen and reclaimed moments called “Me.”

Fierce! Fly! & Fabulous! Post #7 The Words Will Come…


Its been a minute since I’ve posted anything about my Triple “F” Journey or any HoneySugaSweet Musings for that matter.  Many things have happened.  My life looks much different than I expected.  I’ve been taking time to get accustomed to my new “appearance”.  Many of my friends (Ms. Goldie especially!) have encouraged me to write.  God blessed with a flair for the creative so why not use it to tailor my new “life look” to fit my curves.  I hadn’t been hit by the desire or the words.  Finally those words came today.  I’m sure more words will come.  And in true Triple “F” manner, I will create something beautiful as the words continue to flow…

(Untitled)
By Jovette Gadson
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 Where are you?
I’ve searched all over
And you still can’t be found
Not in a stranger’s smile
Not in my lover’s embrace
Not in my dreams
You’re lost
Everyone says stop searching
I refuse
I refuse such a foolish notion
You want to be found
I hear you
Your voice echoes through my soul
I feel you
Your fingertips stroke my ego
I smell you
Your scent lingers in my thoughts
I taste you
Your sweetness succulent like strawberries
I see you
Your image fading in memory
 
Where are you?
I’ve searched all over
And you still can’t be found
Not in a stranger’s eyes
Not in my former lover’s embrace
Not in my dreams
You’re lost
Everyone says you’re there
But
I am blind
I am blind to what is obvious
Obvious that you’re searching for me
Perhaps we have crossed paths
But when?
Perhaps we have stolen glances
But when?
Perhaps we have shared a laugh
But when?
When will you appear
Stand by my side
Be my soft place to land
Bring yourself to myself
So we can become ourselves
 
 Where are you?
I’ve searched all over
And you still can’t be found
Not in a stranger
Not in a lover
Not in my dreams
You’re lost
Everyone claims you’re near
I am waiting…

FIERCE! FLY! & FABULOUS! Post # 2 (January 17, 2010)


Becoming FIERCE! FLY! & FABULOUS! is tough! I have had great moments this past week sprinkled with a few rough times.  Guess that’s part of the journey.  Everyday will not be joyful or easy.  Some days will be a struggle.  Some minutes will be a test of faith.  But the point is to see it through to the end.

My cousin, a wonderful Omega Man, posted a poem quote that I hadn’t thought of  in 11 years.  See It Through by Edgar A. Guest inspires me to push forward when I want to be lazy or knock back a bowl of sugar!  (I really haven’t gotten that desperate…seriously.)  As the early American poet writes:

When its vain to try and dodge it,

Do the best that you can do;

You may fail, but you may conquer.

See it through.

As I write this post, I’m leaning heavily on those words.  I leaped off my 21-day fast wagon last Tuesday night.  Getting back on feels as if I’m trying to sprint with concrete Nikes…almost impossible!  Notice I said ALMOST.  Though I’ve slacked, I’m still making wiser food choices and not bingeing on sweets.  My water intake has increased dramatically and I’ve been soda-free for over 9 days.  AMAZING!!! I was drinking a 20oz Dr. Pepper at lunch everyday and a 16oz can of soda with dinner.  I had to be on the verge of desert thirst to drink water.  It’s all about the small steps and keeping at them.  In my healthy eating habits quest I found a low carb/good carb guide a high school friend suggested last year.  I’m going to follow this carb-reintroduction diet to find balance between loving sugary sweets and potatoes and finding love in good carb dishes.

I’ve also struggled with the prep work that goes in to becoming a Triple “F” Threat.  I hate pulling clothes the night before for work and hate making lunch even more.  But any change in habit needs planning and preparation for it to stick.  I was wishy-washy about fasting from the jump. Not because I couldn’t do it.  I successfully completed the 21-day fast in October 2008.  Lost ten pounds, thank you very much!  But my heart isn’t in it the same way this year.  That’s okay.  I’m going to focus on cleaning up my eating acting which will be a fast in some way.  The next couple of months are about resetting how and what I eat.  That’s where I need to focus my actions.  Eating lunch out of a vending machine is not good!  I’ll never reach my goal weight (180lbs) if I don’t plan better meals and make wiser food decisions when out.  When I do give in to those sweet urges and carb temptations I can lean on these words, “You may fail, but you may conquer…”

Now , this week has brought some Triple “F” Threat opportunities my way! For starters, I thoroughly enjoyed celebrating my sorority’s 97th Anniversary.  I met a group of sorors for brunch last Sunday.  I was able to celebrate our Founders’ Day with Alpha chapter and area sorors.  And I partied with my Loudoun County Alumnae sorors Friday night.  Each event reminded me how strong Delta’s bond is and how many sisters I really have.  It was great to connect with familiar faces and new ones.  This week pushed me even more to not be just financially active but more involved in Delta.  Working on those Triple “F” goals!!!!

Speaking of goals, I kicked myself out of my introvert comfort zone.  While at dinner with my soror, I introduced myself to two women next dining next to us.  I over heard them talking about federal government positions t various agency.  One woman is the CEO of a government consulting firm.  The other is in the Senior Executive Service (SES) at a domestic agency.  I saw a great professional opportunity served up on a plate garnished with luscious fruits and veggies just for me! And I dug right in! I introduced myself as they were leaving, told them about my background, and that I would love to talk more about federal government career opps.  Got both of their cards! (Go Jo!!!) They graciously and generously offered their time.  Remember, you have not because you ask not!

Saving the best for last…I performed at an open mic Wednesday night!  (Whew!  I’ve been in the streets all week!)  Its been at least 6 years since I done this but it was my time.  Thanks to Goldie Deane for inviting me to performing at the K.I. Service, Inc. open mic fundraiser.  After reading the first Triple “F” post she challenged me to share my artistic work.  I shook off the stage fright and did a pretty good job.  The experience has me typing up my poems and doing some much-needed rewriting.  More importantly, I finally told the world (a small segment of it) that I’m a poet.  Don’t get that confused with “I write poetry.” I’m a poet.  I’m a writer. I’m an artist.  Over the last 9 years I have hidden that fact.  No matter how much I try to bury it, it always comes through.  I’m working on my craft and have many lessons to learn as a poet/writer.  But I cannot deny anymore…I’M A WRITER!!!!!!

What did I perform? Check out When I Stare at You (2006) below-

When I stare at you

I see beauty waiting to be loved

I intensely watch your mouth

As passionate thoughts

Slip over your tongue and pass your lips

Soft lips speaking kindness to my heart

 

When I stare at you

I see a lifetime lived in a moment

Experiences shaped your beliefs

Molded your view of an extreme world

How you find a way to love it

How you find a way to better it for our children

 

When I stare at you

I see an unexplainable dichotomy

Strength too powerful to deny

Yet so humble, so sincere

How many will rest upon your strength?

The masses you will cradle in your arms

 

When I stare at you

I see the man I was meant to love

Compilation of idiosyncrasies intricately arranged

I study your enthusiasm, curiosity, and hunger

I memorize your humor and thoughts

Capture the vulnerability you openly share

 

When I stare at you

I think of our forever

Lazy Sundays spent on the couch

Watching sunbeams blanket your face

Listening to you talk to our son

Proudly witnessing him become the man you are

 

When I stare at you

I see the image create by words I’ve written

Countless phrases of fantasy

Now, I see the dream

A magical myth that is reality

Prove when I stare at you

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A Precious Gift


Ninety-seven years ago, 22 Howard University women gifted a legacy of Sisterhood, Scholarship, and Service to this world.  Their precious gift is embodied in over 200,000 women who are the links in ΔΣΘ Sorority’s mighty historic chain. 

Today, we celebrate our Founders’ Vision, Perseverance, and Leadership.

Today, we honor their precious gift, LEGACY.

A Legacy of Grace

A Legacy of Generosity

A Legacy of Fortitude

A Legacy of Integrity

A Legacy of Sisterly Love

A Legacy of Devotion

A Legacy of Honor

A Legacy of Righteousness

A Legacy of Austerity

A LEGACY OF EXCELLENCE

Written by Soror Jovette Gadson

Purpose


I’m here for a purpose
Often not understood
Especially by me
But God is fully aware
I’m here for a purpose

I’m here for a reason
Walls close in tighter
Each day I rise
Somehow I conquer
But God is full aware
I’m here for a reason

I’m here for a mission
My mind may wonder
My heart longs another world
Still, I’m called for duty
But God is fully aware
I’m here for a mission

I’m here for a purpose
Not for me to understand
Not in this moment
But God is fully aware
I’m here for a purpose

Written by Jovette Gadson
August 8, 2008
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Defined…By Me


Jo-Vette: (jo-vet)-noun

She is: a Creative Writer; a Poet; a Consultant; a Lover; a Daughter; a Friend; a Delta; a Sistah with a Natural; a Fashion Lover; a Dreamer; a Comedian; a Storyteller; a Comforter; a Music Junkie; a Kind Heart; an Introvert; a Crafter; an Artist; an Aunt; a Soror; a Sweetheart; a Stubborn Soul; a Liberal; a Woman; a Lady; a Critic; a Supporter; a Suburbanite; an Urban Visitor; a Reasonable Person; a Gentle Force; a Fighter; a Believer in God; a Believer in Good; a Connector; a Memory; a Future; a Gift; a Purpose; a Future Mother and Wife; a SolStar  Shining; a Jovette.