My journey begins...

So you all know that I'm working my way into the nursing program at Essex County College. It's been a journey because when I started ECC Jan. 2010, I was a Social Science major concentrating in Psychology. Halfway through, something hit me. I was getting bored (real talk) with this major and I didn't feel like it was going to get me far once I graduated. I didn't want it to be like my Chubb education (3.94 GPA in Network Administration & Security and haven't used nair bit of it *sigh*)

So June 2011, I spoke with the counselor to inquire about nursing. I was thinking about becoming an LPN then matriculating to RN. I'm so glad this particular counselor was honest. He told me straight up that if I were 20 years younger he'd recommend that, but since I'm coming out of a certain salary level he couldn't in good conscience recommend the LPN program since they really don't make a lot of money (the NEW LPNs...not the "vets")

So...I head down to the nursing department and was given an application. I look over said application and I'm elated that I've completed all the general education requirements needed while I was a SocSci major (English 101/2, History, Sociology, Psychology). I just had to complete the prerequisites for the nursing program (English 102, Math 092, Chemistry, Anatomy & Physiology). Even better that I'd only need to complete Chem & A&P.

I'm in the middle of Summer 1 classes when I finally make the decision to switch majors. It was then that I find out that if I had taken Chem and A&P during the Summer, I could have sat for the PAX in Sept (2011) and been accepted to the Jan 2012 evening program. I missed the add/drop date by 2 weeks. I was a bit annoyed at myself for procrastinating, but at that point what could I do? I had no choice but to register for Chem & A&P for the Fall. This pushed my entrance into the nursing program out a YEAR!!!

Initially, I was really upset, but then I got to thinking?

...to be continued.

I just love this dude...

That NeoSoul Brothah

I wrote this for a certain someone I was dating at the time. Turns out, my description of him would be someone I could wake up next to...provided he's gainfully employed, with medical/dental benefits, a solid 401(k) and a vehicle LMAO! Enjoy!

He’s that type of guy...hmmm...ok, he wears jeans & Tims and sweaters and hand-made knit cabbie hats....silver, onyx and turquoise

He’s got a poetic flow        slow jam smooth       velvet & candlelight

    Pulses like underground house music   Regisford & Humphries  Naeem & Kerry

He’s neo-soul, jazz, love songs                     harmony     Ohio Players           Layla

               Kem & Dwele         AlMaze           Erro    Jill and ………

                         Natural like body oils & incense

             dreadlocks & shea butter            aloe & honey

                                         lavender & patchouli                

He’s soulful like smoky piano solos by                  Alicia & Legend

                             juke joint blues & hard liquor    Earth, Wind        & Fire     

    Sexy like silk sheets & chocolate mousse

                                   mahogany & butta rum cake

Romantic like                  calla lilies & lipstick

                               diamonds & teddy bears

He's intelligent and sweet and thoughtful and honest and funny and has a 10,000 mega-watt smile with the prettiest teeth you could imagine.

He's got these big hands, but they're soft and gentle and they touch my face at night when I'm sleeping.

He's got this swaggah when he walks. It's not cocky, it's confident and sexy and sophisticated and thug all at the same time.

He's thick and dark brown like molasses....                                 only sweeter

Damn

©2007 ZaidahNicole

The Storm

It rained today.        I thought of you leading me through the park.

                               Blindfolded.  Vulnerable.

             Trusting you. Implicitly, unreservedly.

We stop. You gently lay me down in a wide open field with the grass underneath us.

I relax. I can feel your breath on my neck.

                                          Hot.

Something’s coming. I can smell it; that sweet, clean scent that perfumes the atmosphere before a summer storm.

I imagined you kissing my neck as you run your fingers down my cheek.

 gently biting my lower lip…I suck your tongue.

                        You undress me slowly.              I imagined you licking a circle in the cleft of my breasts as you undo my bra…funny how fast my pants come down when you nibble on my earlobe…

I hear it coming through the trees…the leaves rustle. A breeze blows ever so slightly then it happens…

…that first cold drop splashes on my shoulder. My body heat warms it immediately. The next hits my arm…then the next…and the next…and…

                                I start to smile as I imagine you removing the blindfold just as the heavens open from above.

I imagined you making love to me. Right there. In the grass.

                   The raindrops tickling our naked skin like thousands of kisses.

I imagined us soaking wet.

Kissing each other as the rain came.

I imagined us embraced in a passion that immobilized us.

I imagined the rain running down your strong shoulders as you lay on top of me.

I imagined the droplets trickling down your spine as you arch your back to give me what you know I like.

I imagined

These images are just a fantasy.  A dream.            Images frozen in time.

                   Waiting for the heat of the moment to thaw them into reality.  

©2006 ZaidahNicole

Reflections

LOOK!                   THERE!

          That’s the one!

HIM!

Right There!

SEE HIM?

                                      He’s the one with his arms open wide to embrace me.

                   He’s the one with the smile as bright as day when I enter the room.

                          He’s the one I can talk to when I can’t seem to find the words.

He’s the one restoring my love

                                           patience

                                                      faith

                                                            hope

                                                                  humility

CAN’T YOU SEE HIM?!?

                                                    He’s the one I can chill with on a rainy day.

                                                             He’s the one I have pillow fights with.

                                                                   He’s the one who loves

                                                                                                   my

                                                                                                      toes

LOOK!                   That’s the one!!

                             Right THERE!

      He’s the one who sheds a tear for my pain.

     He’s the one who accepts me for who I am.

LOOK HARDER!! He’s RIGHT there!!!

Still can’t see him?

                                      wait………………..

                                                                   let me adjust

                                                                                     your

                                                                                              mirror

 © Zaidah Nicole 2006

Wide Open

That's the title of my very first erotic poem. Wasn't all that erotic but it's mine LOL Like'ta read it? Hear it go...

Wide Open

Like the front door of a cozy bed & breakfast, welcoming weary travelers.
Like the great plains of our magnificent country, inspiring poets to write.
Like the place in my heart, secretly, quietly yearning for your presence.

There are so many things I want to tell you.
There are so many things I want you to know.
There are so many things I want to experience with you.
There are so many things I want to love. You.

wide open…..
Like my arms, when you approach me. I hug you as if I haven’t seen you in weeks.
time lingers

wide open…..
Like my mind, when we talk. You give me so many things to think about.
time slows

wide open…..
Like our mouths, when we kiss. Deeply, with a passion that weakens my knees.
time stands still

wide open…..
Like my legs, when you lay me down. To make love as if we were built for each other.

time moves too quickly

such is this thing called time

We’ve known each other for such a short….well, time.

How is it that you appear out of nowhere and I’m
open?
How is it that you look at me and I’m
open?
How is it that you smile at me and I’m
open?
Do you have any idea what that does to me?

How do I get past this? Could it just be infatuation? Puppy love? Lust?
Or could it be that thing that can bring a grown man to his knees?

That thing that’s got me
wide open

It’s the way you smile
The way you laugh
The way you tell a story
The way you call me Baby

It’s your eyes
Your mouth
Your skin
Your being
It’s your touch
Your kiss
Your lick
Your …

You got me
wide open



© 2006 ZaidahNicole <~That right there means that ^ up there is registered with the U.S Copyright Office. If it ain't yours, don't copy it *blank stare*

Random Thought #2

Why come Cee-Lo Green's grown ass self got wee little Verne Troyer hands?



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