Sunday, December 28, 2008


It's over....

Friday, October 17, 2008

Chapter one from my novel

Ok, I've showed this is to alot of people but I'm gonna put it on here. Please comment and be honest.
“Mane.. hurr tha fuck up….I’m tryin to git upon some pussy tonite!!!” A-K drunk ass said. Albert Kane was very impatiently waiting on his younger brother Vibe. He stopped his 6’6 figure in front of the mirror to check his dreads and saw it was clearly time for a touch up. “….damn pretty boi”, he remarked as he checked out his 24 year old dark toned and rough appearance. The girls went crazy for him for 3 reasons, he got money, pretty gray eyes, and good ass sex. Now Vibe….he’s a different story.,.
Vibe finally got the line in the back of head just right. He reached for his jacket and was down stairs, pressed in some new jeans and Roca Wear T-shirt. His brother put out his black and stood. Victor “Vibe” Kane was about four inches shorter, 3 years younger than his brother and at the other end of the color span in color, a light hazelnut. His eyes, however, were gray like A-K’s. Vibe was smart ass hell, in and out of the classroom and that’s what got him respect in his hood. That and he was the lil brother of the Don of the Coke game for the entire Gulf coast. New Orleans was were it began about 14 years ago and the Kane name was gold…but you couldn’t tell…as least not now. Momma Kane got hooked on the shit and her hospital bills took a lot….now AK’s building back business fast… “Well come on bitch we aint got all night, besides I need to talk to you…”, AK mentioned as they walked out the door of their 3 bedroom home outside of Liye projects. AK knew he belonged back in college, this money is as much for Vibe than him. He looked at his lil brother and smiled, “Yeah…I’mma take care of em Momma.”

“Break that shit down chica!” Ebony yelled to her cousin Corrine. She ran in the kitchen just in time to see her youngest make her way onto a table and almost off of it. “Atansyon! You cannot do that! I don’t like that, Ah’maya!” she yelled at her 18 month old princess. Ah’ maya Shaw looked up at her mother and gave that million dollar smile to her. “Ma’am….MAMA!” came from her mouth as she reached for the 23 year old mother of three: Ah’maya, 5 year old Kevin and 3 Ramone. “Lil girl you silly”, Ebony said as she grabbed the baby and a pop from the icebox. She walked back in her bedroom and got her meter so she could test her “sugar”. “I don’t need this pop,” she thought as she pricked her finger and after placing a small amount of blood on the strip she saw that it would be cool this time. She looked up in the mirror and studied her appearance. Her extra curly hair was always cut very short to frame her small but strong face. High cheek bones lead up to slanted dark brown eyes. The daughter of a Haitian father and a Korean mother, her small nose, perfect light brown skin and full lips gave her an exotic appearance. At 6’1 she was head and shoulders everyone on the basketball court in high school. Colleges were knocking down her door at 14. Her impressive stats got her an open door to the Lady Vols of U Tenn so she decided to stay in her home town. Her freshman year of college she put up phenomenal performances on and off the floor. That was also the year she and Bernard Shaw, a cat who lived in town and whom she had grown up with, started fucking….she fucked herself right out of college. Shortly after, Kevin came into the picture. Bernard did the right thing and he and Ebony been married 4 years. His people were from New Orleans and offered them a place to stay while they got on their feet. He was about 6’2 and very slim. He also inherited the typical Creole appearance, pale skin, deep brown wavy hair he kept cut low and striking green eyes. It was convenient that Ebony’s mother had moved there shortly after her high school graduation after a promotion at her job. She kept her news stories on a bookshelf, which she looked at off the reflection of the mirror. “Can’t stay in the past….aint that right pretty?” she bounced Ah’maya up and the little girl giggled. She are her mother were practically twin except for her eye color. Ah’maya had eyes the color of amber. Ebony finally walked back to the front room to see Corrine or CoCoa. That name fit Corrine Monique Andre`. The daughter of Haitian immigrants she was a rich deep shade of cocoa. Her wide brown eyes looked up at Ebony and she and her daughter sit down. She smiled and displayed perfect white teeth at her baby cousin and the little girl laugh. Unlike Ebony, Corrine stood 5’5 and was nowhere near the same body type. Her shoulder length, jet black hair was natural and pulled up in a bushy ponytail. Her breast were a mere 30B compared to Ebony’s DDs. However, when it came to the booty….Ebony had was she referred to as illusion ass, which is a booty only seemed to be seen in low rise jeans. Corrine enjoyed what was known as the “black girl gap”, but had learned to work with it at Bella Artes, a performing arts school outside of New York City. Early in her life Corrine’s mom noticed something about her daughter. One day in the summer of 1990 after a hard day work Fali and Nnikem Andre` walked into the house, apparently mad because they were fussing in Creole.“Fali, you need ta quit having such an attitoode with your boss. One day him not gone find it so funny”, Nnikem said to his wife of 12 years.“Him not need to tink him can run me ova aye….stoopid ass,” Fali stated as she took her waist length dredlocks out of a ponytail. She looked as if she were carved out of pure sapphire, a petite 5’2 , 105 pound firecracker. What she didn’t have in statue she had in attitude. Nnikem looked into his wife’s eyes and smiled. He remembered how Fali stood up for his departed sister back in the day. He fell in love with her then…but dear Fali was as about as embraceable as cactus. Contrary to his rough appearance, he was a big teddy bear. He stood 6’6 and was almost as dark as Fali. His slanted eyes somehow aquired a shade of hazel and his wavy hair was always kept very short. After years of work, he gained her trust, her respect, and her love. Shortly after their marriage in 1975, they both moved to the United States before the birth of their twin boys, Eli and Earic. Several years later Corrine made her way into the picture. “Momma look!” Corrine shouted from the back room of their 3 bedroom shot gun house in New Orleans’s 17th ward. Nnikem watched his wife leave the kitchen and shortly after heard her scream. He raced into the bedroom to see his daughter with one leg high above her head, the other on the floor and apparently in no pain. Corrine then carefully took her leg down and spun around…on her toes and without any shoes on. Fali and Nnikem were notorious for thinking alike, so the joint support of Corrine’s dance talent came easily. After various performances at the Sanger theater in downtown New Orleans, a talent scout from Belle Artes offered to pay for young Corrine’s audition. At 17, Corrine was one of the youngest people at her audition. Her thick natural mane was pulled up in a high ponytail, braided and pinned to give her the appearance of wearing a crown. Her eyes scanned the crowd to get a feel for competition and or friends. She noticed a group of dancers stretching, quietly chatting and bragging about their many hours of training. Corrine had no training, just a cheerleader coach who had given a few hours after school to help her with holding angles with her body. The leader of the group was a very thin blonde who spoke in mostly Russian to an older woman who must have been her mother. She suddenly whirled around and looked at Corrine and smirked. The other girls glanced away and talked amongst themselves. The leader walked over to Corrine while she was stretching and leaned down, “Name’s Navai, welcome to MY world.” As she walked away, she noticed Navai’s jacket said Belle Artes class of 2006. What have I gotten myself into, she thought.“Ms. Andre`, we are ready” the judge, an older white woman said. She looked Corrine over with disbelief. There’s no way this girl was Belle Artes material, she thought.She walked on stage and performed a composition similar to one performed by Carmencita, a Spanish dancer. She put much more of herself into the dance. Her leaps were flawless, she moved like a ribbon, effortlessly and gracefully. Two weeks later she was jumping around with her acceptance letter in her hand. She was about to embark on a journey unlike no other, to become a dancer on Broadway. Now it was fall 2007 and she was in her final year. Corrine held the attention of casting directors in the many upcoming productions, including those of “The Color Purple”, and she intended on keeping it.As Corrine handed the weed to Ebony a knock was at the door. Ciara’s “promise” came on BET and she got up and began to practice moves for her final dance to the beat. Since the move to New Orleans, Eb had become Corrine’s older sister as well as closest cousin. She was older by a year but life matured her beyond her years, and she worked just as hard as anyone else to keep Corrine on tract.“Point your toes more, you’re long but make your body as linear as you can. You got a booty, thin it out with illusion Cocoa”, Eb said as she gutted the cigar and began to roll one up.“Damn all that. They need to take me as I am!” Corrine spun around slowly as Bernard came through and let two of the sexiest men into the house Corrine had ever seen.“My nigga AK whut it dew!!” Bernard hugs this giant of a man who is followed in by a smaller lighter version of himself.“Not a damn…you remember Vibe aye?” as AK pointed to his younger brother who was not really focused on Bernard at all, but on the sapphire queen he saw spinning slowly on her tiptoes. “Nigga…” AK bumped Vibe and he shook Bernard’s hand. “This is my wife Ebony and her cousin Cocoa, Corrine if you see her in public,” he laughed as passed Corrine. “Nigga you aint no good,” Corrine said as she reached out to shake AK’s hand.“Strong grip, what you do for a living?” AK asked as he rubbed his hand.“Nigga she’s the dancer I told you about. Bitch bout to be HOT and we gone be in NYC right thur wit er. Yezzir….” Bernard said as he lit the blunt Ebony had just handed him.“Nice to meet you as well,” Corrine said to Vibe as she held her hand out. Vibe grabbed her hand and held it, studying the soft dark skin. “You too,” he stammered out. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Cocoa took the blunt from Bernard, took a hit, passed it to him and flashed the smile that burned itself into his memory. “Lets go in the back so you can practice Cocoa,” Eb said. Cocoa picked up a rather large duffel bag and pulled out some tights, shoes, and a CD. Ah’maya begin to protest until Corrine picked up the little girl and kissed her on the forehead. While she held the baby she finally became aware that she had an audience and smiled at Vibe. Eb tried to pass the blunt to Bernard but he refused.“Go head baby, I’mma handle business up here” Bernard and AK sat down to talk. Eb handed another unlit blunt to Vibe and she and Cocoa went into the back. Vibe stood in the doorway, lit and halfway hit the blunt and angled himself so he could hear the conversation and see the mystery than is Cocoa in motion. After a few moments classical music played, she stepped into view. Her toned body was the embodiment of perfection. He felt his heart respond and felt the pressure localize itself in a lower region of his body as well. Cocoa danced to a upbeat composition, but he felt like something was missing from it. Her face held a sadness, one he couldn’t place but wanted to rid her from…

Saturday, September 13, 2008

unnamed rage

Listen you spineless son of a bitch
If you got anything of substance to say
Or if you feel the direction you see for my life is better
Than what I can do for my muthafuckin self
Then allow me to break some shit down for you
All my life...I had ta fight....Not my daddy or brother or cousins too
Just closed minded, inappropiate, wastes of 46 chromosomes like you
Sometimes I sit and wonder why there are children starving in the world
Yet God allow's your ass to eat
I don't think that you get exactly how much
The thought of you molding my life make me want to fucking wretch
Making me want to grab my old gross anatomy tools
And dissect myself until all the nerves are disconnected and I ....
Can't feel pain anymore....That's what your here for....right?
To treat me like every other woman in your life
To use me like a towel and throw me in a heap on top of your shitty draws?
Its not to hold and tell me everythings alright
No you abused your right to touch me the night I said NO and you kept going...
My life is not about seeing you happy or even neutral
My life is my life...and its a damn good life
Without you

*to my readers*
This poem is to a person who doe not know he hurt me this bad. Tonight the anger had to go somewhere

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

A poem for those with Imagination

If I were the world…where would you be right now
If you could for the lack of a better phrase….be inside of me
Not necessarily literally but if you could be, where would you go.
Would you spend time exploring my mountain ranges
Enjoy the arc that only Delu can give to you
Or maybe you’d stare in awe at the legs I stand upon
And think you’re at the coliseum
Looking at the most beautiful sand colored columns
Or maybe you’d see them as seemingly endless sand
In a desert that ends, or begins….in the
Wettest, warmest, most exotic location on this world tour.
But what I would love more than anything
Is for you to travel up north
Past the lips of the mouth of my river
Over the rolling hills and
Explore and conquer the icy almost untouched terrain that is
My mind
So if you ever need time away
From your world…come travel with me
“Please raise your seatbacks and tray tables to their fully upright and locked position”

You’ll need it

Monday, August 18, 2008

Ten Things About Delu

Ok, for my 3 faithful readers. Here are 10 things about me that haven't already been stated.

1. I'm 5'8 and about 190....most of that is my boobs.....
Now that I've gotten your attention with number 1
2. I hate crying
3. I sing opera very well
4. I have a mother dying of cancer (colon)
5. I love and hate medical school with a very deep passion
6. I'm in love with a man I don't need to be with right now
7. I have no children, but I have 3 great nephews (my niece's children) that I adore
8. I dunno what kinda doctor I want to be yet...probably will do surgery
9. I think my worst physical quality is my eye color.
10. Finally, I have 4 people on earth that I trust. 3 women and one man.

Just needed to type some stuff. Well I'm off to jog for a bit ~Delu

Friday, August 15, 2008

random survery

1] What's one thing that would instantly make you dislike a person?For them to think they are better than everyone else on earth.
[2] What do you do when you need to relax?Some jazz and some paper and pencil so I can write
[3] Why do you think there is war in the world?Wasn't shit better to do....oh wait, yes there was....uh, in that case, greed.
[4] Do you think it's possible to romantically love two people at once?Nope. I think if you "love" two people at once, your actually lusting after two
[5] Do you like things in life to stay how they are or change?Change is good
[6] If someone liked you, what would be the best way to let you know?I would like a romantic gesture and then for them to just let me know how they feel
[7] What are you listening to right now?The fan and the Olympics
[8] If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you buy first?My education
[9] Would it change your life?Hell yeah, no debt and all my residency money will be mine
[10] What was the last thing you purchased?Dinner
[11] What do you do when you're stressed out?Keep it inside, write, or drink
[12] Would you honestly say you'd risk your life for someone else?Yes, my family and a couple friends
[13] Do you have a family member you could do without?Hell yeah, you want names?
[14] Could you forgive a (ex) or boyfriend or girlfriend who physically hurt you?Never
[15] What's your greatest fear in life?Dying alone
[16] Do you attend a church regularly?No, just talk to God
[17] Are you afraid of death?No
[18] Do you think parents should stay together for the kids?No
[19] Can money buy happiness?Never
[20] Are you looking forward to anything?Getting my hair done and being at peace
[21] Write some lyrics from the song you're listening to?You look so dumb right now.....standing outside my house....
[22] Do you open up to people easily?No, I'd rather keep me to me
[23] Has anyone given you a compliment today?Yes, a few people told me my hair wrap looked cool
[24] What do your friends call you?Yo or Yoli
[25] Has anyone upset you in the last week?Yeah, crushed is a better word
[26] What usually causes your RELATIONSHIPS to endThe truth
[27] Are you close to your parents?Oh yeah, I'm such a mama's girl
[28] Are your parents still together?Yeah, 24 years
[29] Do you think you would be a good parent?Right now, no. Not too sure if I want babies anymore
[30] Are you a forgiving person?Rarely, unless I love you
[31] Do you hold grudges - kinda
[32] The last person of the opposite sex you had an in depth conversation with was?Waleed
[33] Where is the last place you went out to eat?On the Boarder
[34] Whats your favorite drink?Water and Sweet Tea
[35] Were you doing anything serious at midnight last night?Sleeping my ass off
[36] What were you doing at 3 AM this morning?Sleeping
[37] Who do you hate?Don't have the energy
[38] Are you a violent person?No, I'd like to be at times
[39] Is your room clean?Except my bedroom
[40] What are you going to do tomorrow?Get my hair done and study
[41] What is in store for your future?My MD and my life
42] Do you take care of your friends while they're hurting?I do...
[43] Have you lost someone close to you in the last year?Yeah...I have sadly
[44] Any piercings/tattoo's?No piercings, one tattoos (left shoulder blade)
[45] Favorite color?Gray[46] Who is your favorite person to have serious conversations with?My brother John
[47] Who was driving the last time you were in a car?Me...I always have to drive... :(
[48] Planning to go on any extended drives soon?Aug 29 to St. Louis
[49] Does any part of your body hurt right now?My back....
[50] How many tickets do you have?One
[51] Do you like coffee?I would not have survived medical school without it
[52] Did you have any strange phone calls today?
not really
[53] Who was the last person that text you?Fatima
54] What does your twelfth message in your inbox say?its empty right now
[55] What are you craving?Sex
[56] What's the closest green thing to you?Water bottle
[57] What is the last pill you swallowed?Lexapro, multivitamin, calcium, Yaz, pepsid[
58] How did you sleep last night?ok, just not enough
[59] What was the first thing you thought this morning?I hate school
[60] What were you doing at 7 am?
Washing my hair

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Get 2 No Me....Part 1

Get to know me....Well the first thing you must know about Delu is that I an aquired taste. I don't know alot of people who think I'm "ok". They either love me or can't stand my guts. Either way, I love my friends and love my haters more.

I tend to become very emotional over the people I love. If you upset me, and I cuss you out, chances are you were never very high on my Christmas list anyway. But if you make me upset, and I don't talk to you, its probably because I love you and would rather cool down than to say something and piss you off

I'm spoiled. Not with things like cars and shoes and bull shit like that. My family didn't always have alot of money, but I always got a hug and always heard the words I love you. I expect the same from the man I'm with....although I've realized I may not always get it.

I know I don't have many readers....actually I think I've only got 1 or 2 so far. BUt for you lucky folks, I am a poet. Pretty good at it too. I will try to post a few things on here every now and then.

Much love to you all....time to study.


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

My first time.....

Well, I guess I should introduce myself properly...

Name: Yulanda Belle Melihia Harrison
Age: 25
Birthday: June 30, 1983
Race: be specific I'm 1/2 Native American, 1/4 African American, and 1/4 Irish....That's right, I can rain dance, fry chicken and drink my ass off. :)

Um....what else do yall give a shit about......

Birthplace: Well...I'm a military brat but home is New Orleans,LA and Blytheville, AR
Education: I went to high school at Blytheville High School, Undergrad at Xavier University of Louisiana (biology/chemistry major w/ a minor in spanish), and I'm presently a 3rd year medical student at the University of Arkansas College of Medicine


2nd NOTE: I'm the first college graduate in my family and the ony one that has ever went to medical school.....

Family: I have a BUNCH of family, Ass load of brothers, both of my parents, and me, I'm the baby girl

What else....Well a few of my favorite things...hell lets make it the ABCs
A = Hmmm, Arkansas, its a good place
B = Babies
C = Cats
D = Dogs
E = Evening
F = F....heh heh heh
G = Gold
H = Harrison family
I = Shaved Ice
J = June
K = Kitties :) come on, didn't you see C
L = Lemon and Leah B
M = Mama
N = New
O = Orleans
P = defer
Q = Quizno (one of my cats)
R = Rho's
S = tie b/t Subway (the other cat) and Susan Scott (best friend)
T = Toronto
U = Uhhh.....Um.....defer
V = Vacations!!!!!!!!!
W = Water
X = I'm not even gonna try
Y = YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU (soljah boi on that ass)
Z = zippers....I think they're cool.

Well this ends my first blog entry. Tune in for the next one. See ya....