Breaking News

Yesterday was quite possibly the longest day of my life. 9 hours working for people for free. I never thought that I would be working as hard as I was for absolutely no money at all. I intern at a local TV station and yesterday there was a moment when I realized if I had chosen another profession, I probably would have been terribly miserable. The fast pace of the newsroom mimics my life on the daily bases yet there is something about being part of a place where people come to watch things going on around them that makes you fell like your doing what you are supposed to be doing. I helped to put a story together that eventually went on the air just by listening and paying attention to what I was being taught. I can't say that I don't get bored and/or feel like I am wasting my life away but at those times I ask questions or play with editing programs in order to learn more about my profession. I'm there to learn more about being in news but I find myself learning more about...myself. I have always had this attitude that showed whenever I walked into a room. My confidence once poured out of my skin into the air and lingered for others to catch on to it. I have not completely abandoned this attitude but simply tucked it away for a while. I have been forced to humble myself and ask questions rather than act like I know exactly whats going to go on. This might be because I kinda don't know what's going on. Occasionally I might run into a problem where a person calls me intern instead of my name or wants me make unnecessary phone calls but, I get past those tasks in order to move on to something new. I absolutely HATE busy work. I'm not there to answer your phone and get your coffee. I'm there so you can teach me how I can graduate and take your job. At times I wanna shout this will throwing coffee on the stack of letters I just opened but, I restrain myself. If I have to go through a thousand cups of coffee to get my first on air job then I'll bring my own cream and sugar to add. This kinda of thinking is what I believe is going to allow me to bring home my first Emmy before I turn 30. I'm praying that when I finally get there I will remember these days and when my intern finally comes to me and asks me if I want anything...I'll say screw the coffee...I want a cup of Tea..

Peace Reese

I Wrote A Poem..You Wanna Hear It...Here It Goes..

Concaved Reality

Pressure
The living, breathing mass that consumes every fiber of my being
Blessed am I to walk this earth so freely
Cursed am I step these steps so heavily
As I pack the bag to my ritual awakening I notice something missing
Phone
Keys
Wallet
I stole that from a poet
Purse
Books
Planner
There was something here I know it
Looking for what seems to be an eternity
I turn to me and see a black hole
You can’t see it but I can
That hole was once my soul
I lost it somewhere between the house and the institution
It left me for another life
Waved goodbye to my heart
Au revoir to my mind, who are so wrapped around each other and others they dare not notice
So sad and blue, I’m midnight black
Can’t blame you, can’t turn my existence back
My Heart
It feeds on A+ papers from a B+ mind
It hungers for a life that’s blind…to time
Oblivious to slow and saying the word “no”
To nothing..Not me..I gotta go
My hollow body runs along the lines of my life
It leaps over the pleasure and dives into the chaos that is…
Pressure

Phone
Keys
Wallet
I stole that from a poet
Purse
Books
Planner
It will return soon I know it
Found it
After what was an eternity
I see a black hole
You can’t see it but I can
That hole that was once my soul,
Is now filled with Him

Beginner's Luck

Soo I'm new to this blogging deal but writing seems to be a way to get me to realize a lot about myself and others. I have written a few things on facebook and I have had people come to me and say.." I really needed to hear that." If you know me you know I talk a whooole lot and sometimes I say things that may not make the most since but the nice thing is that I can open my mouth and speak words into existence the make since to someone and eventually even to me. I chose the title "Concaved Reality" because I wrote a poem with the same title and it spoke to me. My words jumped right off of the page and slapped me right in the face. It speaks of how busy I am and always have been. Often I am soo busy that I don't even realize that I am not eating or that I haven't taken the time to do...well anything healthy. This is all being done for the greater good. At least that's what I tell myself when I have everything to do and no time to do it. The truth is that I am trying to be one of the most successful sports broadcasters you ever see on ESPN and to be honest it's not that easy to get there without learning how to grind and grind hard.. right now. I am a hungry Black woman fighting for a job that most starving little boys dream of. I don't just wanna be that one girl that's on Sports Center. I wanna be THAT ONE woman you watch because for some strange reason you can't understand why everyone doesn't eat, sleep and breath NBA basketball like she does. The point is I can't do all of that without some sleepless nights. I mean it's college who eats anyway?
I digress...I do believe that this thing called life would be a little darker without my way of handling things. Problem is...I still haven't figured out how to turn on all the lights..

Peace Reese