I just want to let chu all know that my heart beats when I read this post, ....seriously! lol, I'm giddy like a lil kid... and this was'nt "work" to me at all...
I have enjoyed doing this so much and am so happy for all of you and anticipate your contributions
Your intros have been really exciting to read as well.. there was alot to know...and I liked how everyone is calling it something different.. heh.. its a medley of femininity ya'll, and I'm about teary eyed so I'm shuttin up now...
Here's about meh...

Name: Stephani Elizabef ( delicate (the mother)/ aura (the poet/emcee/lyricist)/ ezzsential(the go getter/ non-chalant, drive) I have three sides to me
Age: 23
Location: Mass a chew sets
website/audios/pics: lol.. my comp crashed so i lost everything..=/
What inspired me to write: yo, it was first initiated by analytical perception... at one point I was an outkast, so i just wrote about it... then I read backs of shampoo bottles for visionary vocab, brainstormed in notebooks, etc.. it just comes out now.. i cant hold it in.. it's been my source of "vent" for years, now its pain and emotions that inspire me to write, other poets... being a mother (to my six year old son, Seneca) and dealing with adversity, basically
ethnicity: I'm italiana, spanish, jewish, german, scottish.. blah...
favorite things: hiphop shows, poetry bashes, good conversation, slow girly songs,a new dope artist, VH1 soul, people who dont care what others think &
BEING FREE TO DO WHAT I WANT WHEN I WANNA DO IT! word..
and thanx all for the love, YOU ARE ALL SO BEAUTIFUL and I'm grateful for this opportunity, for okp, and all of you!!!!!! *tears*





-Stephani
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I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me