Ramya Ramana, 2014 Youth Poet Laureate, performs her personal poem, entitled “Miss America,” at the NYC Votes 2014 Slam Final.
I was doing research for this weekend’s workshop for the org I mentor through and found this. It left me breathless. Perfect. She, and all of her words there, is perfect. This is amazing and beautiful and why didn’t it go viral?
Or did it, and I’m just late? Could be either, really.
But anyway, this girl shines.
Those times when you’re convinced your PMSy body wants pizza but then you get a taste of Cereal Milk and you realize all you really wanted was a bowl of Corn Flakes.
I’m tired of having to choose between families. They’re all my family, both sides, fucking deal with it.
But, thanks to commercial airlines, and Memorial Day weekend shenanigans, I will be in New Mexico for Blade’s graduation and will fly back to Minneapolis to catch some family time with my dad’s side after Tony’s ceremony.
Tony and my dad and Michelle will understand. I hate that they have to. I hate that Memorial Day poses this problem. I love my fucked up family, but it’s times like this that this whole thing drives me crazy. It breaks my heart that I have literally no choice but to miss one.
That doesn’t take into account any holidays or side trips. Also unlisted, my best friend’s birthday trip to Jamaica. After next year, I am done with family travel for awhile, and I’m going to Europe. There’s someone in France who says he has some handsome friends. ;)
My friend Penny used to make mix CDs for the girls in our group, and even after I moved to New York, she’d send one or two a year. Some of these CDs are 13 years old. Some of them won’t play on my Mac, but tonight the optical drive on my PC laptop is handling them just fine. Penny is the reason I fell in love with so many different kinds of music, so it’s only fitting that tonight, following the news about Lou Reed, and following some frustrating news of my own, I’m listening to the CDs she made to make us smile during some of the roughest years of our lives.
Sweet mother of Moses, the theme song from “Angel” just popped up. There’s just nothing better.