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What I’m Reading

I love being able to share my current book list with you and since I’ve discovered The New York Public Library’s mobile app I’ve been able to download and read tons of books right on my phone for FREE.  A bookworm’s dream!  I’m currently reading a few books including one that I didn’t think I’d enjoy, Luvvie Ajai’s I’m Judging You.  Reason being for the initial trepidation has everything to do with this current “It’s cool to be mean/You can’t sit with us/the only way to get a few clicks is to degrade people” atmosphere.  I thought this book would be filled with these snippy antidotes disguised as a smart or helpful read.  I was wrong…sort of.  It is steeped in shade.  The title alone gives that away, however it’s a realistic view of many of life’s everyday situations.  It’s not mean for the sake of being mean, it’s brutally honest and so far, I’m enjoying it.

Another book that I decided to give a try was Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi. This novel follows the tale of two half-sisters born in different villages in 18th Century Ghana.  The tale follows their lineage from their very different beginnings, one sister being married off to an Englishman the other imprisoned in the dungeon below and sold into slavery.  It’s most definitely a page turner.

A few other books that I’ve downloaded:  No Name in the Street by James Baldwin, Buddhism for Dummies and I’ve also been quite curious about The Nation of Islam so I’ve decided to try and read The Qur’an…I know, very light reading material over here J.  Happy reading! 

Introducing: sometimesshewrites.com

If you’ve been a follower of my site for the past few years, you know that sometimes I write!  sometimesshewrites.com is a passion project of mine dedicated solely to my writing.  Short stories, poems, think pieces, spoken word pieces etc will all be shared on sometimeshewrites.com.  This new website is in no way intended to replace shavonmeyers.com and will only focus on my writing.  So if you’re curious, head over to sometimesshewrites.com and see what all the fuss is about 🙂 

Risk it all. #sometimesshewrites (say what’s real)

A NY Daily News article from January 2016 came across my social media feed highlighting a young Queens photographer by the name of Dark Cyanide.  The teen captured photos of some of the city’s abandoned subway stations, you can see more of the photos here.  It got me thinking about taking risks.  I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do this.  Sneak into one of the many access points throughout the city, camera in hand, ready to document the rarely seen underbelly of the beast that is New York City.  I have an attraction to “dirty” things.  Let me be clear, I am a neat freak.  I do not enjoy dwelling or working in filth or clutter.  I hate when things are not neat and tidy, but I am attracted to ruin.  Buildings that have been demolished, abandoned areas, things that were once new and beautiful and in use but have been left unkept and are now abandoned, old and dirty (see my trip to the abandoned Immigrant Hospital on Ellis Island). So what’s stopping me from exploring the abandoned subways that I’ve yearned to document for so long?  FEAR.  Damn right.  I’m scared AF to go down under to not only discover what is sure to be a wonderland of undocumented ruined city jewels but also the thousands of city rats, insects, people (yes, the “mole people”) and not to mention the risk of being electrocuted, arrested or catching something that my body can not properly fight off.  This 19 year old and his friends have that 19 year old immortality that we all believe we have at 19 and I envy that a bit.  The 30+ year old me knows damn well that I am not immortal and no picture is worth risking my safety, however, there is still a part of me that wants to take that risk.  

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I want to risk it all and take that literal leap down an old manhole in the middle of an abandoned city block and leave all of that fear on the city street above me.  I want to roam the desolate subway tracks capturing the beauty in the ruins below.  I want to stand perfectly still holding my breath as I try to hand hold a long exposure shot, because fuck a tripod in these uncertain conditions.  I want to leap from track to track as the wind from an approaching train brushes across my face.  I want to discover the unknown and be fearless while doing it.  Do I want to do this alone?  Nope.  Am I saying that I’m going to do this at all?  Absolutely not.  What I am saying is, I do want to flirt with the idea of it.  Risking it all.  Even if not for this act in particular.  Maybe I take a risk and start a project that I’ve always wanted to start.  Maybe I risk some money on an investment and see where it leads me while not worrying about the potential to fail.  Maybe I film that ambitious new completed screenplay that’s sitting on my desk (actually, this is already happening…stay tuned).  Maybe I just jump for the sake of taking the leap, knowing that I’m risking it all, or nothing at all.  Maybe, the fear is all in my head and the risk is an imaginary door whose certain defeat is as easy as me taking a breath, opening it and walking through it.  

Just breath and risk it all (or nothing).    

#FINDYOURSUMMER (#2 July)

As the last week of July rolls around, I’m sharing 3 summer inspired pieces for the July edition of my #findyoursummer project.  I have to admit, this month has been a bit of a rollercoaster in the world.  Between the various terrorist attacks around the world to the murders of innocent black and brown individuals by police officers in my own backyard to this mess of a presidential campaign, it’s been quite the challenge to come up with a new piece for the series.  Then I remembered that THIS is exactly what it’s about.  “Finding your summer” is all about finding your paradise, your heaven or you peace in a world filled with chaos and sometimes that means revising whatever it was that gave you that special “summer” feeling.  So I went back in time a bit and decided to revisit a few of my favorite summer inspired pieces to share for this month.  Reminiscing, revisiting and remembering all filter into “finding your summer” so I invite you to take a sunny trip down memory lane and get lost in the pieces.  Enjoy!

A Love Supreme

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Mold my heart to yours.

I’ll mimic every beat.

Trace every crease with my lips and leave behind my devotion.

I’m a slave to your touch.

To you.

Forever.

Your love lives in me

Can’t you see it?

Take my hand and guide me through your dreams.

Give me your night terrors to slay and I’ll never stop fighting.

Let me kiss away your pain and shield you from the world’s evil glare.

Your love lives in me.

Can’t u see it?

This love supreme

Can’t you feel it?

I see your lips in the clouds and now pray for rainy days.

You eyes make themselves known in sunsets off the coasts of

anywhere,

Beckoning me to play in the valley that is your being.

Let me in.

Please let my love enter your heart.

Don’t be afraid.

Don’t run away.

Please stay and allow me to be here for you

Because you are here.

Always.

In me.

My love for you is strong and lives,

Breathes,

Is me.

Can’t you see it?

Your love lives in me.

Your love lives in me.

Your love lives in me.

If only you knew it was living there.

Summer Madness

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Fatherless girls with fatties

Looking for the next dude to call Daddy

Sadly,

They gladly extend bare arms

Reaching for tatted soldiers that bear arms

Same song

But not as Kool as the gang

Names change

Situations stay the same

15 year old died after his championship game

The news claimed

He was gang affiliated

Falsely associated

Human life underrated

Young men claim city owned blocks

White tees and black jeans

The cycle never stops

The shots never got

The intended target

EMS trucks don’t even bother

Fatherless youth cultivated in a motherless womb

Summer heat always brings out the true goons

Ruthless heat bring cold metal to streets

Tempers flaring

The whole block gets caught in your beef

September grief

Wake me up when it ends

Brooklyn Summer

Until we meet again.

Seasons (Summer) Pt. 1
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Let’s dance
And smile
And play
And eat berries until
The sky becomes pink and grey
Spend days by the ocean
Greeted by its breeze
Let’s get lost in it all
Work like we love it
Spend hours in someone else’s world like we matter
Because we know in a few short moments
We will have the sun all to ourselves
Let’s pray together
Out loud or in silence
Let’s affirm our guidance and not worry at all
Let’s grieve when sorrow hits and never live in it
Grow through it together, or alone
Let’s write music no one will hear so we never fear
Dream impossible dreams awake, sleep and dream again
Let’s love like there’s no hate
Pour our souls on paper so generations to come can relate
Let’s be free
Let’s be free
Let’s be free
LET’S BE FREE!
And never leave the water’s edge