I had at least 3 weeks to prepare for Cupid’s Journal. All I had to do was create a poem about the ‘L’ word. There were no guidelines requiring our poems be centered on a particular love type. I could’ve easily focused on the love shown to me by doting parents or a caring and protective brother or the cousin who’s really like a sister or the girlfriends turned sisters or my M-F children or God of course. But no. That would’ve been way too easy for me and because I thought I was up for a challenge, I committed myself to creating a poem centered around romantic love. Why would I consider that a slight challenge you ask? Well…if I’m being honest, my Romantic Love track history is some trash. (Pause). Well…maybe I’m being a little too harsh. I have met and experienced really fun, smart, goal oriented, caring, (accentuating the possitive) humorous, good hearted, thoughtful guys. And truth be told, I have more memories of happy times shared than jacked up times. (Insert long sigh)…but the jacked up times have left such a lasting impression.
So there I was (It’s like 2:15pm and the event was slated to begin at 3:00pm.), seated in my little girly nook with my girly pink pen in hand and my journal opened to a fresh page. I was ready! Let’s knock this poem out in 10 minutes, refresh make-up, get dressed, and be on the road by 2:50pm. (It sounded like a solid plan). But nothing was happening. I stared at the page. The page stared back at me. 10 minutes pass. Another 5 expire. (Shit! I’m gonna be late.) Hmmm. What can I say about that kind of love being that I might be a tad bit (just a tad) jaded right now? Experience (experiences) can jade you, jade your perspective, quell your optimism. Nonetheless, I refused to show up to a Love Fest with a jaded ass poem talking about, “Ya’ll lovely ladies wanna hear a poem? Well here it go”:
She So Jaded
All ya’ll *bleep lie
And make all the good girls cry
Start off all nice and kind
But it’s only a matter of time
All ya”ll *bleep cheat
Frontin like you so fuckin sweet
To save your life, you couldn’t tell the truth
and that’s exactly why…
IDFWY
Instead, I thought about qualities I loved and really appreciated in past people, what I’d like to see in my next person. I thought about Ric Hassani’s music (which is actually playing right now), how refreshing it is, how it makes me smile, and how it helps to restore my faith in the opposite sex. (I actually borrowed one of his titles and I hope he won’t mind. Lol.)
Gentleman
You’re a gentle man. An honorable man, whose love is pure and true
You’re a loving man, a loyal man. One who always comes through
You’re an intelligent man, loaded with all things knowledge, at your feet I’m honored to learn
And because you’re genuinely trustworthy, my trust you’ve definitely earned
You’re a genuine man. Generous and loving too. You love God, your family, your communities too
You got so much confidence and swag. It’s just oozing all over you
Note: I couldn’t help but laugh when someone blurted out “Yaaaassss! Where he at tho?”
Said I was over the fellas. I’d had my fair share
Felt you all played too many games, broke too many hearts, and it just seemed so unfair
But you came through and showed me something different. You came through and you showed me the truth
Now I need my jersey back so I can get on loves court again. I’m inspired to put my fears aside and watch God love me through you
In other words, you got this girl coming out of retirement
And she’s doing it just for you…
Note: I know this poem is cute-corny but I like it! (Insert smiley face)
We all enjoyed sharing and listening to one another’s hearts by way of words. Cupid’s Journal was absolutely perfect! Food. Wine. Sisterhood. Love. Openness. Encouragement. Laughs. Music. And more. I can’t wait for Cupid’s Journal: Spring Edition. Hmmm. I should probably start working on something now…
You can see more pictures and videos from Cupid’s Journal on my IG page. My handle is @girltalkwithrhondamarcelle. And as always, thank you so kindly for your time. I truly appreciate it.
Peace and love…
It’s out there now. Your gentleman is on the way when the time is right.