In a Sentimental Mood

Yeah I'm in a sentimental mood. Sue me. Every now and then I climb down from my nigga logic and step lightly through Tollhouse type sweetness. The person I love...I guess we'll call her S. Anyway S and I have this habit of piggybacking off eachother.She'll write then I'll write or I'll write and then she'll write and the pieces end up kinda...matching. I think it's cool. Here are two we wrote some time ago. Mine is first because I wrote first, then about a week later she came to me with her words, so hers is last. We never title the things we do together but I like to call these pieces "Hapstatic"

No way around it
you...
make me...
happy
and if at your worst you're love
then at your best you're more than enough
to keep me
I believe that loving somebody this hard
for so long
is a miracle
and that definition fits this subject
cuz you are a blessing
and everyday I get to love you, well,
that's grace and mercy in theory and in practice
often times I go driving at night
stop in a secluded area
look up at the stars and wish on each and every one
then I slingshot messages of comfort and love across the night to you
in hopes that they land at your feet
you make me happy
like...new york cherry ice cream on a summer day
when I got my hair did and I'm in my favorite outfit type happy
like winter nights filled with
chili and hot chocolate a movie and a warm blanket type happy
or if that's too simple...
you make me happy like...
posthumous awards for revolutionaries that the world has finally recognized
or... discoveries of evidence people thought lost
which lead to answers
which finally lead to peace of mind
like...climbing stairways to heaven
tripping
sliding back about 4 steps
and having to relive part of this amazing journey
it's like...feeling then feeling again
the same way you felt
when you first realized
that you were in the middle of something different
special
real and untouchable
u make me happy
because even in absence it was decided for me that I should love you
that you'd be the one to make me happy
and though I don't frequently enjoy
decisions about my life being taken out of my hands
I was cool with it this time
because God took it in her hands
so I'd like to thank
both her and you
for making and keeping me happy.

And she responded:

If I make u happy
Then u make me
Ecstatic
Like a schematic of the galaxy
When all I needed was a 9 planet layout for my 5th grade
Solar system project
Like the winning lottery ticket
When all I prayed for
Was for a way for my ends to meet
And like
Lifelong lasting romance
When all I needed was a friend
Or if that’s too simple
You make me ecstatic
Like overjoyed
Like stevie’s simplest melody
Unchained and let loose over
Lyrical fantasias
You make me ecstatic like
Mutinously overthrowing pragmatic sanction
That I don’t agree with
And being rewarded by my people
Angela, Assata and amiri
Calling me revolutionary
Instead of the governor calling me parolee
And a call from the governor saying
We have chosen a day to honor
The sons and daughters of the revolution
Because we have come to conclusion
That martin luther the king wasn’t no one man show
And we are honoring your father for
Never riding in the heat of the back
Of a georgia bus
Before rosa parks was ever indicted
And we are honoring your mother
For trying to vote before any
Constitutional amendment was ever signed
You make me ecstatic like
My mama seeing me work for my degree
And checks to my daddy every month
Memo’d “thanks for raising me”
Ecstatic like my grandparents on their 70th wedding anniversary
And myths of black love becoming extinct
Being written out of history
Or if that’s not simple enough
You make me ecstatic
Like happy
Like summertime after the spring
Like the wedding after the ring
And like forever after the fling
You make me happy,
Like simply
You and me
And jill scott on the stereo and
Tree burning aromatherapy
So yeah I make u happy but,
You make me ecstatic.

Yep. She got me on that one. But it's cool, I'll take the L. She was actually the first person to make me wanna burn my notebook. The first time I really heard her spit I couldn't believe that all that power came out of this lil pipsqueak. lol. Maybe I was just hating cuz she beat me in the contest. Oh gimme a break it was 3rd grade. Met when we were 8, fell in love at 16. Since then we've kinda been stuck with eachother. And that's cool. Wouldn't trade her for the world.

Peace.