So, time, I said, It's valuable.
And, we don't count the same, I mentioned, when concerning adding time. But
But ....
Nothing sounds good after but. It's like saying, "I'm about to BS you." For example, "I love you but (insert line prior to whatever you would say to gently push significant other into non relevance)"
As I was saying, I value time but.....sometimes, I spend hours on social media. Hold up, that wasn't BS! Unless we consider it the distant (since a few hours ago) past.
And, we don't count the same, I mentioned, when concerning adding time. But
But ....
Nothing sounds good after but. It's like saying, "I'm about to BS you." For example, "I love you but (insert line prior to whatever you would say to gently push significant other into non relevance)"
As I was saying, I value time but.....sometimes, I spend hours on social media. Hold up, that wasn't BS! Unless we consider it the distant (since a few hours ago) past.
What Does Your Manager do?
"Brand Management?!" she said getting louder but smiling, "If someone asks you what I do? This. Keeping you from looking like a maniac. Turn it off, all of it!" It all being Facebook personal pages, (if you REALLY know me, you'd know that I keep one to manage my FB Fan page so it pops on and off) Twitter,Snapchat and Instagram...shouldn't count as I only have two pictures up. So no ma'am, I am keeping my handful of self promoted likes! (Feels good to fight back a little, you know?)
"How many people you got around you right now? Cause I can't believe no one else is saying this to you. You fall apart, we fall apart! You are the product. YOU!"
Ok ok, so I went on a little sleep deprived cleansing Twitter Rant but it was for a really good reason! I'm getting ready for this talk and am trying to figure out exactly what to say, which parts of my story belong and don't. I shared things that may encourage others, as this is the root of my youth work: Vulnerability, sharing, and healing as a whole. It made sense to ME.
I honestly don't see why she was so upset, I get it, the business side of me does, anyway, but I was doing Twitter rants before Kanye ever decided to grace us with tweets!
"He does MUSIC rants!" she argued. I love her and am grateful for her presence, I won't argue that one. Although I know in my heart of hearts Kanye went on many a rant about things OTHER than music: his X, her current, his genius, and, of course how he's Kanye, to name a few. And guess what, we loved Kanye for it! Wanna know how I feel after a rant? .... (I need you to say yes in your head so I can feel it and be comfortable sharing this story.....I'll ask again, no worries) ::clears throat:: I said, do you want to know how I feel once I am done with a soul wrenching Twitter rant?!
...(there we go!)
How do you really feel after ranting?
Thank you for asking, I WILL tell you exactly how I feel. Freaking fantabulous is how. I mean, it could be a gory rant about a sordid past that I've gotten over but never talk about publicly... feels like a shower at the end of a rough day. Excuse me if dainty ears can't take real but I am NOT depressed because I have CONQUERED real life experiences. I am blessed, highly favored, and grateful. I have a roof over my head, my space fills with musical sounds I control: french jazz, Bilal, and Mozart til my heart can't take it. Life is grand! And, I have no worries over who thinks what, I know where I came from, I am grateful.
There are things I would like to change, people I'd love to see more of, and even funds I'd like to increase yet I realize, just like I decide when to lay my head down, these are things I control. So I aint got no worries, pretty much.
Personal responsibility and freedom
If something happens to me or my person, whose coming to help? Whose paying the doctor bill? Whose going to miss me? My shower head will. And...The owners of the business below my kitchen may miss my antics.
I've been known to walk around cooking very much uninhibited with no ounce of shame in sight, got tired of ducking down. Started arching my back a little, correcting posture. May as well be a nudist with great alignment, to be taken seriously. Something happened when I stopped ducking, I thought, "What should I fear? Quiver at the site of brown woman, rivers rolling, Africa in her hairline while drums play saying 'Come home gal'. When I walk and sing to no music, only I can hear, it gets louder. I am free, wild, singing, dancing, and absolutely unashamed. This is my house, how can I be ran away?"
Come to think about it... I'd miss me too were I them!
All that to say, why should I care about what other think of me?! I'm here for those to be encouraged by my truth, I'm not thinking of being judged, as there will be no human at the Pearly Gates my grandma spoke of, literally, ONLY the High God can rightfully judge me. May he without sins buy the first stone off my product page (coming soon) to throw.
But what about my team? I'm a business man! With teammates and partners who see what I see and dare take the journey. I am so grateful. And, yes, this is a long blog. But I have no choice to write with no social media in sight....right? Write!
What's a Day without social Media like ?
Poetic, to say the least. Today, I listened to NPR (friggin NPR!) while researching my scope of potential reach nationwide in the Arts. I'm very pleased with the results! It's all in preparation for this talk I have coming up called #IgniteMemphisArts on April 4, 2016. What's that? imagine a TedX talk exclusively for the Arts and there you have it! Here at the end of a 47 hour day, I accidentally drifted to sleep for an hour while I waited on my darling Brand Manager to fix her coffee before our early morning meeting, I find I am tired, stressed, excited, happy, and preparing for an epic launch. No social media meant I had more time to think, plan, and write. Here are a few poems I penned in between research...the first one's weird because ...well...After reading so much about poetry and hip hop education I found it hard not to write in verse. The first poem answers the question: What is your experience teaching poetry? (I hope)
Chicago!
I began my journey a lover of words. Heard. Music! I'd sing to. Then beats drop.
Preferredhowtheyspoke, rappers, wordstogether, quick!
Read bible, KJV, at age 5, "Grandma, Y Psalms sound like Shakespeare?"
Began acting, spitting, writing - EPIC Stanzas at age 5.
Wrote 3 pages about some boy I'd meet and fall in love with from Timbuktu – age 7
Makes sense, Granny left me that year with my words. Perfection.
Now I teach, Top 4 in my field worldwide, says LinkedIn,
Linking urban minds from Shakespeare to Tupac
I teach FOR the Colored Chil'ren Who America Considers Targets, Assisted Suicide, Please Help:
::whispers:: (Shange tried to warn us) DAT RAINBOW TAINT ENUF!
Been Misbehaving in Classrooms since 2011 but Chicago, (Lipshitz!) …
Hear me sing this?
“ I’m saaaaaaaaving Myyyy loooOOOOVVVEE. Foooor. –
YOU. “ ::curtain close::
(c) 2016 Tiffany Mishe'
Chicago asks: Free?
I am free! tried to linger last I came, didn’t want to leave They were brave with new strong voices and, I’ve never seen so many poets in one place So many writing programs So beautiful yet such danger My conflict? is coming and having no desire to leave Place me in the center of a poem, I will live there, plant roots and sing to the seeds as they grow I am free Ashe’ | MIshe' Makes SalsaMashed Into Submission Heavy Entrees Mistake It Surely Heaven Entangles Por esta es por La Familia, Mi Famlia, eat it all Marvelous! Incredulous Sounds Hear Excitement Mixed Intently, Salsa Has Ears Makes Iscariots See Him, Ethereal Best salsa ever, served in a melting pot |
(c) 2016 Tiffany Mishe' (please do not reprint poems without expressed permission, contact: [email protected]
the end! (Nah, it's the beginning)
In Memphis? I really hope you can make it to this event I'm prepping for, maybe we can finally meet in person! (If we haven't) For some reason, I noticed people have a tendency to internet stalk me before chatting in real life, but it's ok, you'll blend in the crowd for this event! Tickets always sale out fast for this group, so if you're near, or far, ( I have a friend coming all the way from DC to hear me, I feel awfully special) Get your tickets here while you can!
(pssst. $5 off with the code: Tiffany) Hope to see you there!
All My Love,
Mishe'
P.S.
Find my artsy performance antics here