Traces Of Jessica

80s music

oh shit, lets add the Pointer Sisters and Chaka Khan to that list

I’m just burning doing the Neutron Dance and I really feel for you, I think I love you!

Damn you Shalamar, again!!

80s Music again

Damn u Gap Band. You dropped a bomb on ME!

80s Music

Goodness gracious, how could I not mention Cameo, they are the worst. My dumbass can’t stop doing the robot!

80s Music is my only Distraction

Damn you Shalamar and Evelyn Champagne King. Curse you SOS band. You make me want to dance, not write papers. OH P.S. I quit being in my sorority

Sisterhood and Loyalty

Alpha Beta Delta Epsilon I am a Caribbean American I don’t speak fucking Greek Choking on the threads of a corrupt administration An army of clones that just don’t match my carbon copy I already own a jacket that displays my personality Why must I brand myself Bordeaux and silver I’m an alien in this Gestalt Gestapo I don’t look down at those free enough to be unique I envy those that aren’t as dumb as me To finance the machine Signing away paper to the Nazi youth A wolf in swastikas clothing I am a rebel among the pact The one puzzle piece that does not fit You push me into position But my concaved and convexed contours don’t quite fit No matter how you shift and alter my piece There’s no peace in my unnatural participation No longer accepted, or rather no longer blind to The other, not those minute faces warmed with invitation The other hurls daggers periodically thrown from the belly of the machine Like a guard dogs warning, snarling at an intruder But I’ve dodged every attempted And ignored every “do not enter” sign Climbed the fence and trespassed Into no man with a mind’s land And my immediate house warming The biggest dagger to the back While cowards rest their vision to the ground Afraid to be seen as their true face Slinging fire and brimstone With backs arched so far that cheeks bare skid marks Fuck Alpha And Beta And Theta And Psi I choke on your Nazi-esk hegemonic perception of Greek My mind is of an Aristotelian nature While yours is swallowed up and regurgitate to be mass produced by the machine Don’t look me in the eye Machinist who calls herself my sister Stare at anything but my eyes Because you’ll turn to stone in a single breadth Just brave enough to bare your trepidation Hiding behind Greek letters of silver and Bordeaux (it’s missing the first and last verse because they are songs, and wouldn’t make sense to anyone not a member of my sorority.) But this is exactly how i feel right now about being a sorority girl

a Poem i wrote instead of taking notes in CMM328 Rhetorical Theory

IDEOLOGICAL TURN My ideology reflects a reality that I’m not even aware of My minds rhetoric is so deceptive, my own eyes are misdirected I’m not that bitch, I’m not that chick I’m not a bitch, I’m not a chick I’m a girl Pretending to be a lady Jaded by nothingness Suffocated by affection Never learned to grip tight enough to the symbols i misuse disgusted by the truth that i constantly push away I feel no comfort in people’s eyes Cold and ill-defined souls emerge from the cloudiness Warmth is only experienced through my own embrace I can’t hurt me I’d never hurt me But “I” is the only one that’s injured my soul With the intricate cage That surrounds the gate That borders the fortress I’ve built to guard my state of mind But sanity no longer exists in this baron garden Because sunshine could never emit. (and i know copyright law because its very important to know in regards to my career and major -by putting this in tangible form i retain copyright of this poem until 70 years after i die-, so i if i see this anywhere else I’M SUING)

damn im such a bitch

I just my last couple blogs and I sound really mean.
I still share the same emotions but I wish I would have chosen better words to articulate my discomfort
oh well
I still hate my roommate!

PS

I’m working on my own record deal, look out for me “JessMarie- the EP” in 2019!