jaha zainabu

By jaha-zainabu - About Me - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Journal

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

sunday to market

i feel pretty in open toed shoes and dark socks / long flowing skirts and tops / i am girl with bald head and too long and dirty denim overalls with platform flip flops / daisy behind my ear bag strapped cross my shoulder / wrong shade lipstick on smile full head high / i am beautiful on my way /... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by jaha-zainabu at 8:09 PM | add or view comments (2) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

in the sixth grade

big pam pushed me down and i was too afraid of her to tell the teacher. instead i was nice to big pam. since then, there have been too many big pams i was nice to because i was afraid. Sign in to see full entry.

posted by jaha-zainabu at 2:01 AM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Sunday, April 15, 2007

girl play

Girl Play My mama yo mama hangin’ out some clothes My mama socked yo mama in the nose Did it hurt!?! No! Did it hurt!?! No! (from a girls jump rope song ‘cause that’s how we had fun) In 1973 my sunny days began and ended with me sitting impassively on my front steps. My castle. Not like many... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by jaha-zainabu at 12:07 PM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Thursday, April 12, 2007

there is no place to begin to tell your story

only a place you choose to start. because later you find places to begin before that moment and you try to go back. and then it happens again. there are places even before that. i am thankful for those places. those before and before places that allow me the reasons i need to justify my... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by jaha-zainabu at 9:58 PM | add or view comments (1) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Sunday, April 8, 2007

i am sitting downstairs now on the couch in front of the window. listening to the rain. trying to interpret the wisdom of the wind as it flowers through the leaves. they are speaking to me, i feel. its now early in the morning and i have been up all night. intenionally. two cups of coffee, three... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by jaha-zainabu at 10:41 AM | add or view comments (2) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Headlines (What is this?)