genesis and devotion

an epic poem co-written w|Zach (http://memnochcity.tumblr.com/) If goddesses could fly, I'd demand your company tonight. But no, they walk upon ancient streets, casting their thoughts, like sesame seeds, to the populace of Paris. If kings could leave their throne without sacrificing their kingdom, I'd summon you to venture off into mine. But as their reign over their territory is dependant upon their absence from me, I sacrifice my treasure so that you can have your own. You speak of venturing, I speak of flight. Lo and Behold if you're caught in the night, then can my armies rest while my sight is blessed. It is true that many tried to journey the mountain, but you always knew the path to me best. My king, ours is the story told generations ago of a love that surpassed all odds. I will...

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it must be you

jazz diddy | poetry unliklihood of losing and sad and lonesome turned amusing in a wooden box for a room whose walls are made of music and whose ceiling is infused with early evenin whispers in june dreams I can almost touch rain that washes away the gloom must mean that 'I love you so much': the living essence of my lilies' bloom a spur-of-the-moment rendez-vous any excuse just to be with you even if it's just for a while watching you play me a tune at your keyboard with a backdrop view of a wall of windows coerces me to smile dreams I can almost touch a one-on-one backyard game must mean that 'I love you so much': the moonlight that brings sunshine to my day it's not that I've never seen a sky at night or drank away my sorrows with lemonade been to a...

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remembering now

beautiful randomness I live my life like a memory. Constantly aware of my future's reminiscence of my current me, I wake up having only gained from my experience what I know I will have need for then. I see my future self needing my current me to be just as she is when she is. And she smiles knowing I was in on her (not so) secret, content that I paid her wish heed. (What is a memory? Not a replica of an event or emotion, but a representation. A collection of images that aren't really even that. (Can I not, then, remember my future? I think they call that deja vu.) How, then, do we seperate our memories from our fantasies? Was it that he grazed my cheek with the intention of making my blood run hot, or did he really just want to brush the hair from my face? fantasies,...

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totally random blogpost about kwanzaa (and stuff)

man it's funny. I've been changing so much, right before my own eyes. I was not too long ago the every-sunday-church-goin, all-As-recieving, hair-relaxed-wearin, preppy-dressed, just-say-no-proclaimin, 'they-call-me-shy-cus-I-am'-introducin, save-myself-til-marriage Chaina. I'm no longer quite as reserved. and more and more I see myself becoming more.. "afro-centric"- maybe it's the hair. ha. seriously though, you couldn't have told me even 5 years ago that I would one day be sitting in a room in Paris, hair self-dreading, missing green, and thinking about celebrating kwanzaa. yes, kwanzaa. hear me out: so I was thinking: non-christians...

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sun, rise

thinking of him as I watch the sunrise through my windowsipping my coffeeknowing that in 6 short hours he'll be watching the same sun risesipping his teaand thinking of me looking forward to our first shared sunrise every morningI am one morning closer to my sweet he...

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things

things I love: 30s and 40s cinema, 80s hip-hop, 90s r&b, sam cooke, malcolm x, jazz music, soul, men with dreads, mama's boys, shoes, katherine hepburn, james 'jimmy' stewart, green, fashion-esp 30s (which people think is the one undefineable decade. HA!), eating food that tastes good, doing person-specific things for the people I love, philosophy, intelligent conversation, a good cry, my family, teaching, children, knowing that I've been a blessing to someone and that I will bless many more yet (God willing), words, good blogs, poetry, art, photography, incense, the color turquoise, genuine friendship, house m.d., laughter, my sweetheart's backyard, atlanta's magnolias, lilies, philly cheesesteak, pina coladas, the sound of any saxaphone I've ever heard,...

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What Women Want

I guess the following is in response to this neverending conversation about Black women who will never marry cus 1)[Black] men aren't good enough 2)Black women are too picky What Women Want I want to love and be loved in return I want to be in love unquestioningly confidently dangerously fearlessly and without shame Be he Black or be he blue I want to love Be he lawyer, teacher, or starving ar-teest I want to love Be he rich or need he more I want to love Protestant or searching like me I want to love I like to dance I'd like someone to dance with I want to love I like to think Philosophize on the big and small and whether you can even qualify such things I'd like someone to share my thoughts with I want to love A list of requirements will do nothing for my heart A man who's discription...

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weep for me

inspired by sam cooke's rendition of willow weep for me rain cloud weep for me release your waters upon the trees who'll catch my sadness, send my sorrow through the breeze it's not everyday I hit my knees and plead but if you'll make this exception, cater to this one need I'll leave willow weep for me (your branches reach the river more naturally) while you're down there release my pain just this once; I won't ask again but each tear I've cried has taken a piece and if I grant any more energy toward the emission of tears it will be the death of me so grant me this favor to save my sanity river weep for me the tears will blend simply with your waters I'll never ask again for you to pay for my sins but if you will just this time I can refuel my mind for the next offense ... [unfinish...

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(unfinished thoughts thrown together to form an unfinished work. read it anyway.) my face burning with tears that would leave stains for years to come you're amazing but all the good in the world can't undo the wrong you've done looking past it only means I'm ignoring what my peripheral vision sees quite clearly rubbing my temples and rolling my head cus I can't even hear the real me I know she's speaking but I don't know which voice is her's the one that's saying leave or the one that says you live and you learn the one that says to push through for love or the one that says love doesn't look like this and I can't help feeling like I shot and I missed again the ball spun round the rim a good seven times thought that was a sign of surefire victory began to celebrate having won til...

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subject matter

looking back on my work I've realized that I tend to write about the same things: men, love, relationships. at first I questioned this, then I realized that I've actually written about the fact that it's such a central part of me. ha. so I thought about thinking about writing something "more profound". something "deep". but that's not me. it's not that there's no depth to who I be it's just that I don't define it the same as does he or qualify it only by world calamities (which are also important but dont necessarily speak to me when I sit down to write) although I'm disgusted by the strife caused by misdirected lives currupted by tyrannical democrats poorly disguised as knights in shining armour. when what others really need is for their hearts and culture to be safe...

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untitled

I want to write you something. Something that will take your breath away. I want to string together the perfect amount of the perfect words so perfectly that when you read them if you didn't feel about me the same way I felt about you, you would then. I want to sing for you. A song unlike any other. A song whose words only you could appreciate, sung in a language only we can understand. Our own Love song, unmatched. So beautiful that it resonates within your spirit and keeps you. I want to dance with you. From the moment I return home until you beg me to leave you alone which you won't cus you want to dance with me too. Endlessly. Exotically. Excitedly. Earnestly. I want to build with you. Home. Love. Our own traditions and additions to the blindly accepted regimens of life....

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gone

she's leaving today. and she wonders what she means as she writes those words. how much of her is going? how much of her will be here when she gets back. only time will te...

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On the humanities

An excerpt from an essay entitled: Learning How to Learn. (Honors Law Substantive Quarter Paper: The essence, relevance, and importance of the humanities) 14 April 2008. It was Plato who asserted that, "if [one] cannot retain what he learns, his forgetfulness will leave no room in his head for knowledge" (Rosen). And that is the most prominent result of the Humanities method of teaching: knowledge- knowledge true and unforgotten, knowledge of how to think and not just what to think. It has become the heartfelt conviction of the Humanities to equip its students with the tools necessary to succeed professionally, and, considering that we never stop learning, knowledge of how to be an effective learner is essential in any professional's life. It was an academic environment such as this that...

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alone downtown

me, as zach <3 crowded noisy chaotic beautiful downtown single silent serene simple me no camera so I take pictures with my words instead it's ok they hold the memory longest wondering and wandering unlost but unready to meet the found meanwhile a biker I wonder where he's going I wonder where he's been a bird in the distance finds second home in a building's broken barricade the simple things nourish me as I (choose not to) await the complexities of tomorrow I will be here when they are ready for...

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monster in the mirror

this plague, my spiritual leprosy eating at the very essence of me causing me to ignore the other facets of me as this disease starts to define the very presence of me so I stay up at night trying to fight off this devilish need to be wanted and comply, pre-hear wishes and take heed I no longer can allow this desire to consume me but somehow am still attracted to the beauty of he I question how, knowing, I still revisit that place in the comfort of my room I seek understanding the answer arrives and I see her face betrayed by the monster in the mirror so here's my dilemma: I need to be single. It's good for me right now. It's best for me right now. BUT I also need to be needed. Nonono wanted. I need someone to cater to and care for and console and caress and all that. I don't really....

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Au Revoir

[ironically enough, I can't end it right now..] You were always there when I needed If not in person, then in spirit A simple phone call and I can’t hold back Tears here and now brought on by smiles of the past An “I miss you” loaded with unspoken “remember whens” And I almost reconsider if we really need to end Or if either of us can truly handle our just being friends Wanting what's best for you but needing the best for me I wonder if they’re different or if I just want you to need me And though it’s the only way we’ll survive For one reason or another I don’t know how to say goodbye As the words come to mind as the solution to this lie we call our life I accept the reality but try to push it aside Once they reach my lips I begin to agonize inside Afraid I can't...

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mini-me

if I could talk to little me reveal life's secrets honestly unravel falsehoods before they were formed to bandage her uncut sores and shield her from unrained storms I wouldn't if I could speak to baby chai undo the hurt of unteared cries withhold the clouds so all her skies were clear with answers to her whys and lighten the load of heavy sighs to come I couldn't if I were to profess to my own little miss enlighten her on that and this impart aged wisdom and provide a gist of what this thing called life really is I'd wish I hadn't if I had to say something to the me before me I 'd do so reluctantly but I'll tell you what I'd say I'd say baby, it'll all be ok when life goes unexpected because even the steps that are misdirected are protected so don't worry about what's in...

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miss

it's natural for me to find myself in you the commonalities become mirrors rather than coincidence home, rather than something like it me, and not some extension thereof everytime you come around I find myself in yourself define myself by your wealth which is also mine, of course see those things we see the same cast aside those we don't cus they're so mundane (compared to all we share) compare our worlds contrast our unalikes until they too aren't such extremes afterall recall how closely related they are if I turn my head and squint like this or close my eyes and reminisce on something resembling someone who's whisper I miss miss miss.. (hm. no that can't be it) cus nothing can be missing if I am with you and am complete as I add to your puzzle, fulfill my best feat made whole...

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take 6

the following turned into something like a written self-mandate, made public to make me further accountable. this way I'll have it to remind me and keep me focused. so I've been thinking (I do that). and I decided to take a break from men. a watered down version of the "swearing off" of men that I would like to think is a lot less dramatic. heeeere's a little background: first boyfriend- age 16, he was 18, only saw him at church. he cheated and lied about it. dumped him. twice. first "main"- age 17, he was 16 (I always forget that part), newbie from new york, my rebellious period, learned the art of sneaking out from him, he just wanted sex from me. and one of the other girls. I wouldn't give it to him or take his crap anymore so I bounced. second boyfriend- age 17, he was 20?...

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in love with you

My friend Jireh and I co-wrote a lil something for a banquet we're a part of. Inspired by Erykah and Stephen's "In Love With You" (scatting) Jireh Sometimes when I run my hands through your hair I forget I'm not swimming through a cloud and I find myself floating away Then, without trying or meaning to, I reach for the ground instead of allowing myself to reach the heights of true lovers' bliss And increasingly more often, I'll look into your eyes and see the oceans, lakes, rivers, ponds, pools: that life giving substance that covers our earth and connects us to each other And as I stare into the abyss of depth, I see a glimmer: a thought swimming by. So I ask you What's on your mind, baby? but you just smile you smile that smile that fills me with warmth that begs me to say what I cannot...

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can't let you go

I want to want to not want you but I can't. I can see the heartbreak up ahead and it don't look too good but it feels even worse rehearsed the words time and time again in my head to tell you goodbye but I can't let you go no matter how hard I try or would try if I cared to truth is, I'm scared to caught unawares through the kisses and stares and knowing glances shared and even in being unprepared I found joy in figuring it out with you I don't understand: What did I do? to deserve to be reintroduced to this feeling so few have known only to have it threatening to be ripped away from me again? staying and going, they both hold consequence and in both circumstances the end is negative ah but is this feeling not worth it? I like to tell myself that it is so I can just keep bein his got...

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tout simplement

Où est-ce que vous allez     quand vous fermez     vos yeux? Quand il pleuvrait     est-ce que c'est     le même dans votre cœur? Mon bébé     j'espère que vous savez     qu'avec moi il n'y a rien de raison de peur     pas de raison de peur Alors,     marchez, marchez avec moi         tout simplement     je voudrais votre main         dans le mien         tout simplement     vous êtes un roi     un roi doit avoir du courage Laissez-moi vous voir     vous voir     dans vos mots Laissez-moi vous...

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redemption song

living in a land from whence I never came not knowing the home of my ancestor's name surrounded by minds trapped, trampled and shackled but, like my unknown family, never spirits tacklednot my place of origin, but where I residenot where my spirit, but where my worries liehere, in the midst of ignorance and hurt are a people filled with endless, contagious hope hoping for the future we can nearly taste hoping all these passions won't prove waste hoping those with so-called power will give it a taste: the remedy offered by we to heal this place hoping for a saving grace of some kind hoping for a people who choose to free their own minds hoping...

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tell me what ya want (what ya really really want)

I'm becoming increasingly frustrated with this phenomena of men who want what they want until they get it. Specifically, I have trouble understanding how one doesn't know how to handle what they claim is their desire. Cats say they want the best of both worlds (hey- so did I). Someone you can chill with, bring around the boys, low-maintenance, similar tastes, and [bonus] a lil sum'm sum'm every now and then (and times in between) with no strings attached. Sounds pret-ty ideal right? Especially for college. At least that's how I, and guys I've known, have felt. Fast forward. Boy gets Girl. Girl is someone you can chill with, bring around the boys, low-maintenance, similar tastes, and [bonus] someone who'll give you a lil sum'm sum'm every now and then (and times in between) with no...

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poetry

where the weather changes unexpectedly (be it refreshing or cruel) there is poetry the frame more or less remains the same but the insides change they always, however, mean something to me he is poetry tender or cold; a forced connection is made for me it is love, another unhope she is poetry that thing with which you're said to love the one that daily beats: life won it houses poetry that feeling that you cannot grasp yet still somehow manage to have it comes from poetry that thought not yet put into words exemplified in the wind's rustle through the trees it leads to poetry infinate nothingness minute something everything that is, isn't, and will be can be found in poetry all those without all that within begins and ends in poe...

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stormy weather

I heard a lady saysomethin bout stormy weather comin her way once her someone left her there were times when the storms mimicked my paintears uncried released from the sky:raindrops heart heavy as the lightening strikedand I did he from my life but that lady seemed like she sang her sad song forever I remember a day sittin outside on a bench in the rainlight'nin then thunder then light'nin again overhead thinking of leaving to find shelter and staying instead so serene we watched and enjoyed from our seat in the front row there was a storm before that I tensed my body as the thunder crashed into our private party pushing us together fingertips...

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new. and improved?

so I felt funny calling mine a blog when it was really just a website, or very narrow archive of some of my writings. so I had two options: rename this my 'website' or 'very narrow archive of some of my writings' make it more like a blog well really I had three options:        3.   keep it the same and call it a blog anyway I chose the second. so now we've got poems and songs and other writings along with my random rantings and insights. may even add some essays. links. and I have a couple colabos in the works, too. so stay tuned and grow with me! -cha...

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spit.

me (@yaRoyalDopeness on twitter) and the homie (@WhoIsMrWizard) decided to have a freestyle comp. via twitter. [yes. we both had that little to do with our lives] this is what unfolded: Mr. Wizard famous in my city for my trafficin history undercover agents working hard to get me hammer time u fools can't touch me i am a entity Yours Truely fellas steady questionin the status of my relations. I tell em I'm not tied down; they quickly become elated. I tell em not to be becus I am not tryna date em. then they give me the look that says I emotionally raped ...

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For Your Eyes Only

I wish you could hear it. It's jazzy. I like it. Verse 1 Come and let me tell you how I feel Tell ya bout this feelin so unreal I knew one day I'd find anew A love so true Enclosed my heart, but babe you broke the seal Refrain And I don't really want nobody else but you (you) And there's no way to explain what it is you do (to me) But I know I like it No way to deny it I just know that whatever you want I'm willing to-o Chorus My world is opened reluctantly But it opened up to you easily This one must be heaven sent What you see is what you get Mine is a lifetime guarantee So come here baby Tell me what you want from me Your wish is my command Let me take you by the hand (just) Understand that what you see Is for your eyes only Verse 2 Fell in and out of love long ago Wondered if it ever...

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Be My Angel

When I need a little help Even when I think I don't You provide me with your insight Removing known and un-known hurt Others offer cliched wisdom Fortune cookie remedies But yours are new words chosen To cater to me and my needs And that's why I want you to be my angel (hook) I know That this life is my own But this road Is not to be traveled alone I need a helpmate To walk with me to the end And it is you babe Who I choose to be that friend Many friends have come and gone Many have helped me through my pain But it is you who seems to right the wrongs Caused by life's unyielding game An angel unmoved by my preference Here to protect each part of me A peace whole, pure And unselfish This is what your spirit brings And that's why I want you to be my angel (hook) And should our time come...

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Parched

I had to let go of your refreshing cool before my thirst was fully quenched. I didn't realize how good it was until the aftertaste hit. An aftertaste that only makes me want another gulp (the more I have, the more I want). A flavor hard to place a finger on, but easy to recallWhich, now that I can't have it, only makes things hard.The rarity of this drinkmeans I can only find it (and its breathtaking relief) in one place.But I'm still thirstyAnd you're not he...

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What Next?

Having conquered our uncertainties and brought our conflicts to the light, and having overcome the awkwardness met with not-so-innocent delight, I begin to wonder where it is our discovery will lead. And so I list the possibilities as my pen begins to bleed: What Next? What next? Having endured this pleasant trial for the longest of short times, What is the blessed aftermath of our confliction oh so real? What next? Can we drop our current situations to pursue each others hearts? Must we leave behind the history created while we're apart? What next...

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falsely accused

my spirit hurts. because it knows what goes on outside it at its expense. framed by the body, the spirit pays the price. guilty by association, the spirit assumes the position given it by its cohorts. at her core, she is innocent, knowing, and pure. yet her face holds scars of a life that innocence could never know. the jury is out; and it cares of nothing but the facts. (only actions can be interpreted when the words don't match, and the speechless spirit can't even offer that much.) her only escape would leave her companions in her position: isolated and voiceless- a reality she wouldn't wish on anyone. so, to maintain the happiness of those...

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Meme Si (Even If)

Si le soleil ne lève pas Vous brillez suffisamment Et quand les eaux ne coulent plus Vos mots pourraient être ma boisson Si, par coïncidence, la nourriture disparaîssait Je me régalerais de votre amour Et si vous vous éloignez de moi Je resterai dans votre cœur Even If If the Sun does not rise You shine sufficiently And when the waters no longer flow Your words can be my drink If, for instance, all food disappeared I would feast on your love And if you go away from me I will remain in your he...

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fit

I remember when I met him. Neither much interested in the other we somhow came close. Didn't take long to find that he was was the thought to my mind that soon became the spine to my tingle. Seeing him turned into the treat that satisfied the hunger that belonged to the lonliness I didn't know I had. Not my better, but my other half. My equal. When he wants to create, I am his practice canvas. If I am to smile, he is the laugh behind it: My sarcasm's wit. He an entrepreneur and I a vehicle; he starts me up. If he's King, my body is his kingdom and I willingly let him reign over m...

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then

we chilled together smoked together shared our dreams and hopes together cheifin til we float together wrote together were dope togetherand when times got tough together we'd just sit and cope together we'd hang tight in any weather no one better shared a bed and if I needed somethin from him, he'd comply down to the letter made his chedder then shared his bread wit his girl I rocked his world but it's cool he rocked mine too funny what a man can do when all he really wants is y...

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Didn't (Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda)

I wanted you to be my all. Wanted mine to be the name you'd call When you were lost and all alone. You coulda been. I wanted you to rescue me. One to reveal the mysteries That you keep hidden in your soul You shoulda been. You were my lover and my friend, And when the story ends, The one with whom I'd have grown You woulda been. If only you had been the man. That I thought I had. You coulda, shouda, woulda done that. But you didn't. I could have slowed my pace for you, And been the one whose heart you knew, If only I had stepped aside- I coulda tried. Had I thought about your blues.. Or the past you had been through.. Because I knew you needed time I shoulda tried. What I could have tried to do Was to give a little clue. And had I known you wanted mine I woulda tried. If...

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master of disguise

so I was stuck and the homie (Jihaaad) hooked me up wiith a dope opening line. this is what I've got so far You're not alone, but it's hard to tell; because everyone else hides so well.The constant confusion caused by the spell under which you fell understandably became your wishing well.Through the yells from his cell, you were the ring to his bell- though he put you through hell, and left you a bitter, brittle shellof yourself.You remained. Ignoring the bed creeks as from your side he creptYou self-consoled until the morning weptwith youAnd convinced yourself you knew with whom you sleptand didn't mind Despite the fact that he returned, unkemptYou 'fought the good fight' and kept your head limpDenying yourself of time better spentcus you thought you couldn't findsomeone bett...

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stuck.

I've got 8-10 pieces 'saved to drafts' with only a line or two in them. the mood is set but the details aren't. And I want sooo badly to find them. I feel like writing comes naturally to me. I am used to being able to sit with my pen and paper or at my computer and watch as the words flow from me. I don't even know where they come from. My mind? My heart? Are these words even mine? Or are they Someone Else's words for me? I think it may be that last one.. (http://foreverinprogress.blogspot.com/2009/04/ars-poetica.html) Anyway, there are often times when I'll write down a line or phrase and get stuck. [I awaited your response. And you were...

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By the Way..

*hey readers. this one is a sort of collaboration from me and my girl alex a. (aka miss frizz). some recent activity has led us to an epiphany or two, and those ideas sparked this piece* It's funny to me that you think you've got me pegged; But I don't really see the need for you to get inside my head. I'm not impressed, nor am I phased, by this he said she said. Why's it matter to anyone but us that we sometimes share a bed? And why is that an indication that someone ELSE can get me instead? (It's not.) It seems as though we're different, you and me: You claim you just don't care; I act accordingl...

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beautiful lie?

I’m beginning to wonder if any of my male friends actually want to be friends with me. Actually enjoy my company. Actually want to do more than look at me. Or flirt with me. Or touch me. I am beginning to wonder how many of them actually like.. ME. I’m not trippin off of these random cats. Why would I expect them to be strictly buddy-buddy when they clearly got my number because they were otherwise interested? I won’t even cause a ruckus over these idiots who are somehow under the impression that I “have a lot a niggas on my plate” yet still want a spot of their own. I don’t have to go into how backwards and sick that is- it’s not worth the headache anymore. But my FRIENDS? Not only do I consider you my close associates- if not friends- but you are undoubtedly connected to the one man...

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Maybach Music- Ode to the Mayach

Dearest school bus Also known as the Maybach Gone from us forever Cus Frizz aint know the way to stop We'll miss the good times And the way you would zoom through The strees of Atlanta This one is for you, boo I recall the first time I stepped foot in that ride It was a spur-of-the-moment Thursday- it felt great outside. The driver's name was Alex and she played the best songs, With Frizz as the dj you couldn't go wrong That night started a pattern, that whip was the center of my chi If you saw Ms Frizz whippin, you'd prolly also see me I never ever ever never thought we would lose it And I'll miss listenin to that Maybach music I can retell...

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A Real King Knows His Worth

I have the Strength of 1,000 men running through my veins. I’m clothed in self-assurance, so you never see me strain. I’m oh so very confident cus my swag is well maintained. And I live amongst the clouds; best believe I got it made. But all you see’s my outside, so you regard me with disdain, And ignore your own claim that to generalize is insane. You don’t know from whence I came. You just place me, without shame. But you weren’t there when my brother played in his first little league game. Or when my boy got shot just tryna catch the early train. Or even last semester when moms changed her last name. You just see another ‘brotha’ tryna get...

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Teamwork

Remove all the day's stresses from your shoulders and place them at my feet. My day was fine, babe, but I wanna hear you speak. I can see you need to vent, so baby talk to me As I finish preparing your favorite meal so that we can eat. Listening to you retell the day’s troubles in that voice so deep and sweet I admire your refusal to ever accept defeat. While we dine I inquire if there’s anything else you need, And look forward to falling asleep resting on your heartbeat. “And you?” you ask, “How’d your day go?” I sigh and whisper, “You don’t even want to know.” “Tell me anyway,” says my King, “you learned this long ago “That I am here to bring you peace, so g’on babe -let it flow.” “It all started this morning when I stubbed my baby toe “Then continued downhill when I broke the garden hoe “Went...

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What I Know For Sure

A feeling so intense I can only hope the words somehow mirror it, serve as its reflection- the closest you can have to the real thing. If only there was some way you could have the real thing, too. Is there any way to see a reflection without being in the same space as the object being reflected? Perhaps being in the same space is not enough.. On the other hand I'm convinced that in reading these words- seeing the reflection- you will immediately recognize what's being reflected. So you must know. Because you know...

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