Playing Games – Poem

Amazing-
I consistently find myself in these awkward situations
amused by seemingly promising and provoking conversations
then left in a state of silent infatuation
degraded,
deflated.

I’ve opened Pandora’s box and find the lid too heavy to shut
second guessing,
ever questioning,
the mixed feelings and anxiety wrestling restlessly in my gut.

Stalking,
gawking,
looking for some glimmer of a response, a clue, to find
what’s going on to give a little ease to the thoughts in my mind
hoping to put these puzzle pieces in a straight line.

Confused,
at first amused, but now bemused
I refuse to be in this trapping contraption
attracted by attention and undone by dejection
waiting for the other shoe to drop – or should I say
flip-flop.

Phasing,
getting ready to start the process of fading,
putting memories into the furthest recesses for bating
as I can no longer provide energy to keep concentrating
on my infallible ability to attract derogating.

No more debating.
No more waiting,
tired of being the patient to this impatient torture of never knowing what lies beneath
just to learn there’s nothing below the surface that I seek.
Tired of being the mouse-turn-cat in this chase
just to end up losing the race.

This time I’m resigning from the game before the stakes get to high
no poker face
no saving grace
I fold and leave without the little tid-bits I’ve already sold.

No More – Poetry

Some days I wonder to myself
“What’s the use?”
the back and forth’s been
going around in circles
and we can never get to a
point of parallel lines –
going forward with no
inteferring intersection.

It’s humorous how time
can make barely existing
troubles stew into
never ending shouting matches –
dreams disappear and from
the shadow of doubt
nightmares take its place.

Why do we bother?
What love do we have to keep us
united when silence slowly
tears us apart and we both don’t
care to mutter words to keep it
together.

What we once had was beautiful,
but it seems almost impossible
to recover, it seems like
“Once Upon A Time,” we were
requited lovers.

But now, the dust has settled
and what we had feels lost.
The stars are going and maybe
it’s time we finally made our lives
uncrossed.

Vibe Vixen: Freshen Up Your Look

Beauty Tips: How to Freshen Your Overall Look

Posted by  on Dec 5, 2012
Whether for a work conference or a not-so-great extended outing, you’ve been going non-stop. That doesn’t mean you don’t have to look and feel your best.

What most people don’t realize is that long trips are the times that should be taken advantage of when it comes to taking care of your skin. Even though a change of weather, stress or exhaustion, can take a toll on your skin, if you care for it well during these times, it can be considered a little mini rejuvinization.
First and foremost, you can forgo the makeup. Yes. I know you can’t live without it sometimes, but it’s good to give your face a break from all the things that cake up your pores and take forever and a day to put on. This is when you can take the opportunity to moisturize, moisturize, moisturize your face, hands and body.
You can also use this time to reduce puffiness by…

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Black Woman Sleeping…putting cold compresses or washclothes on your eyes. Let your natural eyelashes breathe and give your nails a break from the polish. Now just because you’re foregoing the makeup, doesn’t mean that you don’t have to pay attention to some parts of your face. Use moisturizing and healing lip balms (like Blistex) that will medicate your lips and give it a little shine. If you feel the need to give yourself a little shine, dust on some bronzer.
If you can, get lots of rest on your trip. The best way to look your best is to be well rested.
And there you have it, Vixens! -Afiya Augustine

Vibe Vixen: Are You an Awkward Black Girl?

Are YOU an Awkward Black Girl?

Posted by  on Oct 1, 2012
awkward black girl
I will admit it. I am absolutely in love with Issa Rae’s Awkward Black Girl series on YouTube. Not only do I love how hilarious the characters are in the series (like the really dorky one-night stand co-worker), but also I love the idea that we’re finally getting to see a person that I can honestly identify with–an awkward black girl.

I’ve been awkward for most of my life. Of all my friends, I’m always deemed “the quirky one” or “the weird one.” I was never good when it came to approaching my crushes. I usually sent notes with my friends reading something like “Smile, someone likes you” on the outside and “Laugh, it’s not the girl who gave you this note” on the inside, along with my confession of how I really liked him.
Those never ended well…

And as I got older, my awkward only grew with me. My tastes in music varied more than the average teenage black girl from “the hood” of Brooklyn. I wasn’t the girl wearing the latest in fashion and I wasn’t the girl that was the most boisterous in a group of people. And in the boys department, I found myself liking guys who were followed by the pretty harpy who rolled in a crew of mean girls. And it didn’t stop there.

The fact that I was never a person big on being expressive, people would think that I was really shy, really quiet or just apathetic. Many people were confused when I became a cheerleader in college.
“Oh my goodness! I can’t believe it!” That’s the response I would get on my Facebook when people saw the pictures of me online. They couldn’t figure it out because I wasn’t the smiling type. And they were right. The main reason I joined the squad was because of the athleticism. It was the closest thing to gymnastics, which was something I had always wanted to do.

But I digress.

Once I started working, my awkward continued to follow me. I was quiet, only speaking when I needed to. I kept my nose in my work and didn’t bother to join all the cool office people who went out to lunch together. By this time, I acknowledged that I was who I was and there was nothing that I could do to change it.

Then I saw Issa Rae’s Awkward Black Girl, and I laughed. I immediately felt that I wasn’t alone. I found a friend on YouTube, chronicling things that I and other awkward people go through. It wasn’t long before I had friends texting me, “Have you seen ABG on YouTube? I thought of you the moment I saw it.”

And after that, I was more than proud to be an Awkward Black Girl. –Afiya Augustine

Vibe Vixen: Road Trip

Making the Best of a Holiday Road Trip

Posted by  on Dec 10, 2012
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If you’re road trippin’ with friends or family, there’s always a chance for boredom to set in. You know that feeling: you’ve played every song on Rhi’s Unapologetic at least 6 times, eaten all the snacks from the last pit stop, and you’ve heard every single ‘knock knock’ joke from your little cousin. You’re literally dying. We feel your pain, and we’ve complied a few tips to get you through the toughest road trips.
Play Good Music! Music is the glue that holds people together. Include music that will get you moving in your seat. Not only will it keep you up, it’ll make the drive interesting. Can’t decide which songs to play? Switch off being the DJ, so everyone can get a piece of the action. This way, you’ll hear different types of music, which will hopefully ignite…
Good Conversation. The makings of a good trip are laughs and intense conversations. Start with current events and entertainment news. If you’re with a group of old friends, reminisce about times you guys had before and the stories will pour out.
Play Games. Okay, we get it. Playing games seems childish, but it keeps a trip alive. Try Taboo, where it’s more mental than physical. If you have space, playing card games is a fun way to pass the time. But, leave your iPads and tablets at home—engaging everyone is what gets the people going.
Eat! The quickest way to ruin a trip is to have hungry and cranky folks around. Having non-perishable items like nuts, fruit, jerky is a great way to save cash on the road, and will keep you energized. Be sure to have water to keep you hydrated for the miles ahead.  – Afiya Augustine

Vibe Vixen: The Rules of a Proper House Guest

The Rules of a Proper Houseguest

Posted by  on Dec 10, 2012
When I visit a friend or a family member’s home, I always try to be a great houseguest. Growing up, my mother was a stickler for being courteous, and after having a string of not-so-great guests of our own, I’ve come to learn what hosts appreciate and abhor. Follow these steps and I’ll you’ll always have a place to stay. – Afiya Augustine

Make Arrangements. The first and foremost important thing to do is call ahead. Do not arrive unannounced. Everyone has plans and it’s never good to infringe someone else’s. Make arrangements that are are comfortable for all parties involved.
Don’t Bring Additional Guests. It’s simple: if your friends aren’t invited, don’t’ bring them. Just because you were given the opportunity to stay, doesn’t mean you have the right to include others. It’s rude and selfish. Please don’t be that girl.

Be Tidy. Do make sure to keep your belongings in an orderly fashion. No host likes a guest who treats their home like the bottom of a laundry basket.
Don’t’ Be Judgmental. It’s bad for business. You’re a guest, not  Jesus. So what if they have an annoying cat, or the kitchen could be neater. Keep your comments to yourself.
Don’t Eat Everything. Be considerate when it comes to food and toiletries. No one likes a hog. Even better—offer to help pay for groceries. And if you’re up for it, ask to prepare the meal.
Give a Gift. It’s always nice if you can give a small gift when you arrive or right before leaving. A bottle of wine or flowers are great tokens of appreciation.

All I Ask Of You – Poem

I don’t ask for much.

Give me some time, any moment you can spare.
Give me some attention, so I won’t have to share.
Just a kiss or two when you’re standing close.
Just the trail of your finger going down my nose.

I don’t ask for flowers – I don’t care for roses.
I don’t ask for love letters – I don’t need your proses.

I don’t ask for much.

I don’t need dinners at fancy restaurants.
Your arms wrapped around me is all I can want.
Your hands on my stomach as we go off to sleep.
Your laughter in my ear as we watch some TV.

I don’t ask for rings- jewelry is not my thing.
I don’t ask for money – I don’t cost a thing.

I don’t ask for much.

Just hold on real tight and don’t let me go.
Kiss my neck and nibble on my earlobe.
Hold my hand when we walk down the street.
Give me your lap whenever I need a seat.

I don’t ask for your name – I’ve got my own.
I don’t ask for any toys – I’m way too grown

I ask for your lips, so that I can have them to kiss.
I ask for your heart, so I know that I’m missed.
I ask for arms, so I can keep your embrace.
I ask for your eyes, and the contours of your face.
I ask for your skin, your voice and the wonder of it all.
I ask for you  during spring, winter, summer and fall.