Sex Appeal

Some people say,
Sex Appeal is how sexy you are and what kind of sexual vibe you send out through your appearance.
A lot of people have a natural sex appeal and its because they have this sexual glow to them.
Sex Appeal.
Its as easy as 1,2,3
Sex appeal is sexual attraction.
It what drives our hormones to go CRAZY!
"Damn, she's bad" or
"Girl, he can get it anytime he want."
Its that thing that makes us want more
We feed from it.

Blindness

My blindness leads me to define my ignorance.
The feeling of a young refugee fleeing to escape danger from one's own hell and confusion.
Caught in a storm...
Rushing emotions,
Thunder like anger,
Clouds of in denial.
Free me from this hell...
My ignorance lacks knowledge, which leads to my decline of sophistication as well as intelligence.
My down fall...
My ignorance
The betrayal of one's self that defines who we are as human beans .
Our Blindness

To Prepare and Motivate One's Self

They ask me,"Miss Turner, what is that you do to prepare and motivate yourself before your events as an athlete?"
I simply say this,
"A cup of tea to calm my nerves and smooth music.
I imagine what I want to happen on the runway,
Breaking it down piece by piece.
How I can make it happen.
I then replay it over in my head
But not to much to overwhelm myself and take me out of my zone.
Top if off with a good night's sleep.
Waking wake up the next morning not having a care int he world.
Do my warm ups until game time...
When I step onto that run way,
I clear my mind of all distractions, as well as people...
As if I am the only competing athlete in the arena.
I then...

Just do it..."

Poetic Justice

Poetry: imaginative awareness of experience expressed through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language choices so as to evoke an emotional response
Justice: the concept of moral rightness based on ethics, rationality, law, natural law, fairness and equity

I, Nadina Monee Turner, am a writer.
I write from with in my soul.

I write to become free.

Free of this world and all of its distractions.
Poetry is...
Me
My determination, my struggles, and my faith all are apart of my writing.
It's my peace.
My Utopia
My Poetic Justice

Innocence

Innocence
It's in all of us
Our inner child
For me,
I find myself struggling with my inner child sometimes.
I find it intervening with my soon to be adult years.
Its kinda makes me wanna cry when I think about it sometimes.
Not the fact that I'm growing up and will have to pay bills and someday soon I will have a family of my own...
but me holding on to my innocence's and not letting it pass me by, but in bracing it as apart of my adult hood.

A Day in the Life of...Nadina Monee Turner

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Stupid alarm...
Stumbling out of bed rubbing my eyes wondering why I'm up at 11a.m.
11:20a.m. goes by...
A half an hour shower using up all the hot water.
11:50a.m. comes...
I carefully lotion every inch of my body twice, I then start to dress myself. From my feet, working my way up...different huh...!
12:30noon rolls around...
"Why is there traffic this late in the day."
1:20p.m. and just sitting here...
Sitting here in this classroom thinking about when its going to be over and what I'm doing later on today.
5p.m. and still wondering...
Wondering why my life is so different...
5:45p.m. with my peoples...
Another sit down dinner with my family.
Smiling, laughing, and talking about how our days went as a whole.
6:45p.m. finding myself...
I'm finding my self sitting in my room on my facebook thinking who the this person is that has friend requested me, while multitasking a paper that's due tomorrow morning at 8.
9p.m comes...
Minutes are free baby...
and talking on the phone for along duration's of time with random friends about nothing important and laughing about the stupidest things.
12:50 is here...
another day has passed and I'm sitting laying here in my bed crying because I feel so empty...
It will be a year in February 09 that my grams has been dead...
It will have been will have been 7 year's my Aunt Anent has been gone also...
It will have been going on 5 years my father has been in jail.
Anger runs through my vanes of everything that's happen over the past 9 years
Foster care, being on and out of schools...
2:10a.m. laying here...
After crying and thinking for so long,
I settle into bed and relax...
I fall into a deep sleep and to wake up and repeat this day over again.

Reflection

I find myself reflecting
Reflecting on everything that has happened over the past year.
There are so many things that I can say has changed my life for the better.
In other word I learn from my mistakes...etc
My grams died 2.21.08 and it changed my world.
I was an All American 14 times in 2yrs for track & field.
I have graduated from high school and I'm now in college.
Exciting huh...!
I've met amazing people, who have made me laugh and have been there when I've cried.
I have experienced new things and historical changed such as Barack Obama becoming the first African American President in United States history and the Phillie's winning the World Series after 40yrs.
I've made good decisions as well as bad ones including my love life
I've found new love and new hatred for many things I have dealt with over this past year.
After sitting here and reflecting everything that has happened,
i can honestly say that its made me less ungrateful but more aware of what things, who I have, and what is meaning in my life.

Haters

TO ALL THE HATER I SAY THIS

I sit here and look back on everything that has taken place this first semester in college.
I've made some bone head choices, meaning:
People I talked and chilled with
Who I decided to tell my business too.
What I did when it came to my education
When and what classes and I decided to blow off and say, “I’ll go tomorrow", or “I’ll make it up"
To everyone who knows and doesn't know...It's a good chance I might not return next semester because of these stupid choices I made but that doesn't make me any less of a person and less educated then you.
The funny thing is, I've learned in this process is this...
Everyday people ask, "Roo, you’re not coming back..."? I tell them, it's good chance I won’t because I messed up...
They say we'll miss u but in the back of my minds, I know they laugh and hell, I'm laughing with you because it's funny, especially to all my haters.
You know all ones who wanted me to fail...
Well l say this to you all...and it's a promise...
You'll get yours don't u worry.
Hating is the sincerest form of flattery
It's better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for who you are not.
I know I'm not a failure, but a person who learns from her mistakes.
I say this,
Can't any BITCH or BULL take my place on this campus...
If u feel I am address this to you... that take this all and SUCK THIS DICK
I will be back on my "A" game next semester making new friends, and jumping my ass off.
I've grown as a person, a lover, an athlete, but most important... A STUDENT!
See all u hating ass people at GRADUATION in 2012

Duces...

Focus

My main focus for the year 09 is to do what I have to do in school...and do damage on the field...All Americans is what it is...I will be nothing but the best...and settle for nothing other then the best...No cornballs will be allowed to inter my life...nor throw me off my focus for greatness...
I have come to realize that my one true love is Track & Field...as much as he stresses me out and we have our good days and bad days...he will always make me happy...we been throw so may wins together to throw it away...and he doesn't cheat...or betray my trust or play me like a fool...
School work...and the field is what its all about in 09...
Duces

I write

I write...
I write because its calming and comforting.
I write because its a way of expressing myself without showing outrageous anger.
Writing...
Writing for me can lead to other things such as me wanting to tell people to kick rocks.
Writing for me lets me say thing's l can not when I am around them...though I do not bite my tongue, so don't get the two confused.
I find...
I find writing to be helpful in such ways...
Such ways...I dare not say because people get offended.
Now...
Now that I think about that...
I don't give a DAMN!
I find people...many people...including my "closest friends" to take me for advantage.
Advantage...
Advantage as in calling me out of the blue asking if I can take them somewhere
or pick them up,
or take them here or there...
I never get a,"Thank you Roo," or "Roo do you want to do something or go somewhere."

Hell maybe it's me just being nice...

To nice...
To nice to not say, NO, or I have plans, sorry no can do.

I'm pissed...
I'm pissed because I am to nice to EVERYONE...
The funny thing is I don't have a mean bone in my body...
I have...
I have a weakness for people.
A weakness to always wanting to help someone out and make sure they are okay...even if they make a fool out of my kindness.
Then I come to realize, no one does that for me...
My Aunt died today...and not one of my,"closet friends" has called to see if I was okay... except for 2, Jonathon and Jaysen...also including Bryce
I write...
I write because I'm angry and I hate selfish people...
I write because I have lost all hope to try and talk
I write because this is the last thing left in me to do...
Just write...
I Write