“To be counted among the best, you must be different from the rest.” -kR
He approached her and said, “These other men obviously think you’re pretty but I’m afraid they’re either blind or simply gravely mistaken…”
She looked up at him most contemptuously, as if feeling insulted. But before she could retort in kind he continued, “You’re much more than that…”
Just a moment ago he had her resentment. Now he had her attention.
“Just in case you’re just as mistaken, please allow me to show you what I mean…”
As she sat in her seat perplexed by the range of emotions this strange man had just taken her through in mere moments, he perplexed her even further. Taking a knee before her he removed a mirror from his coat pocket, held it up to her face and said, “Tell me beautiful stranger, what is it you see?”
“Uhm…pieces of me I guess?” She replied timidly. “Your mirror is broken, Sir…I don’t understand.” In response he simply gave a hint of a smile. Tucking the mirror away he said, “Now look me in the eyes and tell me what it is you see.”
At this point she was transfixed to her seat, uncertain about what to think, say or do. Never before had she been approached in such a manner, or by such a manner of man. And she had been approached more times than she even cared to remember, and by more men than she’d ever bother to consider. But to say that this man was different would be an understatement. He then extended his hand toward her as if requesting a formal dance. Taking her left hand in his right he placed a gentle kiss upon it. As he did, he looked into her big, lovely, curious brown eyes and said, “What you saw when you looked into my broken mirror were but fragments of the puzzle that you are; parts of your body and pieces of your heart that reflected the misplaced desires of many a common man, and the many failures of your previous men, respectively…”
By this time her breathing was getting heavy as she had begun to feel the thoughts in her mind accelerate and the heartbeat in her chest palpitate. “What you saw when you looked into my eyes was the future, the whole picture; the full reflection of the wonder of woman I am certain is to become my completion. And I…”
Without thinking she said, “I do!” Realizing her response might have been way too premature and feeling embarrassed for it, she quickly turned her gaze from him and down at her feet. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” She was amazed at how such a routine task had suddenly become a near impossible feat for her.
“It’s okay, I was just wondering if you would care to share this dance with me.”
It was only then she realized that she hadn’t even noticed when the soft music had started playing. Regaining her bearings and only appearing to regain her signature composure, she smiled from ear to ear and looked up at him. “How could I possibly say no now?”
P.S. Sometimes, when a woman so easily says yes to a man it is not because she is easy; some men just make it difficult for a woman to say no.
By: Saushay Douglas
Soft Words (Whispers)
While fully indulging my mind in the thoughts of the author’s, I found myself jotting down a plethora of notes as well as my own thoughts and feelings. I did not have to read the whole book to know it was GREAT (although I did). The author (Kennyrich Fomunung) undoubtedly had me at “Meet My Mind!”
One of the many narratives I find intriguing is “The Rose That Grew From Concrete.” It simply conveys that what is meant to be will always be regardless of any doubts, because Destiny will always win! The author’s expression, “Often times the perceptions of cool are merely the delusions of a fool” in the introspective piece, “David versus Goliath: Plight of the Latter-Day Man” stands true, especially in today’s precocious society, where it seems everyone’s “constant” is constantly the same.
In the fictional narrative “The Noble King, Loyal Queen, And Lost Knight,” Kennyrich showcases an agglomeration of versatility with words in relation to movies, characters, scripture, and song. The moral to this story should be a mirror to a heap of relationships. Every woman should aspire to be and be like the Queen and every man should be as confident as the King in knowing his Queen ultimately has both their backs. I find that at times we are blinded by and in denial of the blatant potent potion called love. Unfortunately, it happens more often then we believe, accept, and realize. The author’s “Lost Chemistry”, is undoubtedly accurate as it scientifically describes how love embezzles the heart. While I was silently cheering for the dreamer to go ahead and take those steps across the water in the simply beautiful and courageous “Maiden of Mystery”, I felt every girl has been “The Girl Who Never Was!” I remember when “When Love is Blind” was first posted on Facebook by the author. It was at that moment that I truly recognized Kennyrich’s proverbial openness/vulnerability to express something so beautiful that both men and women often overlook or take for granted. My hopelessness in being a romantic reached its peak when I read “Beyond Her Eyes” (although the author was referring to Medusa of all people).
Furthermore, in reading “Mirror on My Wall”, and “The Broken Road”, I have come to terms with the fact that I could have made better decisions concerning my own life. However, I feel more humble now and do “learn and live” as recommended by the author. Honestly, I thought I could never feel how I felt in regards to the way Kennyrich utilized words to convey such profound insights on life and its entities. But how wrong I was. His carefully crafted words catapulted my feelings to an unprecedented high!
P.S. Stay tuned for more comprehensive reviews of The GLASS…
About the Author:
Saushay Lynette Douglas is a native Houstonian born to parents, Kevin and Vicki Robinson. She graduated from Texas Southern University in the fall of 2010 with a bachelors degree in Human Services and Consumer Sciences with an emphasis in Child and Family Development . Saushay currently works at Good Hearts Youth and Family Services as a Foster Home Developer. As she advocates for both foster parents and children, she is more than determined to fulfill her purpose as a Humanitarian. You may connect with her here: Saushay Douglas
She thinks of him as she awakes each morning, and he thinks of her as he goes to sleep each night.
She has a thousand questions she would ask him, and he has a thousand things he would tell her.
She walks past him wondering if he notices her, and he walks past her wondering if she would reject him.
She imagines him happy with another woman, and he imagines her in bed with another man.
She is unhappy as a result and tries to forget about him, he is jealous as a result and decides to give up on her.
She thinks of him as she awakes each morning, and he thinks of her as he goes to sleep each night…
You couldn’t spell her name without…ah never mind that cliche, just call her unique. For truly eyes have never before beheld such a mesmerizing physique. And while her physical appearance is naturally endearing, it is her mental prowess that is most positively appealing. What wonder of woman; beyond wonderful actually, the eighth wonder of the world if we’re talking factually. I met her when she was but a caterpillar, and yet I knew this was a creature I’d someday want to make my pillar. The embodiment of language, culture, and diversity, this woman’s portrait would be the envy of the Mona Lisa. It’s a privilege to be counted among her compatriots; honestly a visit with her ought to require a visa. To accurately capture her personality I’d have to commission Da Vinci to create another masterpiece. She could make your heart go to war and still manage to leave your mind at peace. I believe her favorite word is Serendipity. I do wonder, what it would take to have Webster’s Dictionary replace it with __________.
“True beauty is that which even a blind man can see.” -kR
On the night I lost my eyes I saw the light. In the pitch black darkness of that still night she held my hand, guiding me into the twilight as we prepared for our fateful dance under the pale moonlight. Casting shadows atop a wondrous mountain, the smile on her face I could so easily ascertain. “That’s right,” I told her. I could feel her smile and hear her gaze. My distorted sense of the different senses left her amazed. And she found herself unable to retort. Her mouth agape, pondering how this once agape love had become so erotic. How could a blind man possibly love her? How could he so willingly trust a woman he had never seen? So many questions and so few answers had left many an onlooker just as bewildered. And while this all sounded magical it was no sorcery; just a pure and innocent beauty. A simple and genuine love, a marriage of two souls converging into one heart through a shared body. Our final act was to serve as a reminder to the new hybrid human race that would emerge from the colors of the wind we would paint with our bodies as they brushed each other with different strokes; an alternating pulsating melody of the intertwining of gentle and fierce. Ying and Yang, we went out with a bang! And thence, a new universe was born. A new world would arise devoid of the differences that once burdened the eyes. No more race, color, creed. We had morphed and become one with light, nature, and God Himself. On this brand new day, our children and our children’s children would see each other as they truly were – forever blind with love.
“The woman that I would try is worth every trial that I would face.” -kR
Down in the blocks oblivious to the cheers of the crowd, he has a singular focus – win the race and earn the reward. For truly never before has such a uniquely beautiful medal been at stake. With eyes on the prize he barely notices the hurdles on the track. “Stay in your lane,” he reminds himself to run his own race. As far as he is concerned this race is his for the taking. There is no competition in the seven other lanes, because ultimately his greatest competition is the runner within.
The pistol blasts off and the other runners follow suit! Ah the anxiety of those who pursue the desires of the heart! For his part he runs with graceful strides, relatively slower albeit deliberately so. “Never let your emotions act without the benefit of reason.” By the home stretch the sprinters have grown weary, but having kept a consistent pace he’s still in good shape. As he passes the leading runner who stares at him with mouth agape, he recalls an evening chat he once had with the prize about the fable of the tortoise and the hare. As he remembers the morale of her version he smiles and says to himself, “I just finish what I start.”