Scribble Scrabble: The Passion of Dice

With all due respect to my certified and esteemed laureates and astute wordsmiths alike who serendipitously come across my page, forgive me.

My dear scholars, even if happenstance did not lead you here and in actuality you were coerced to read my blog by me via twitter posts or harassing you via text, again my apologies.

Im sure you feel as if every time you come to my page you're in essence dumbing yourself or playing down to your competition if I can use a sports analogy.

The great Morehouse and acclaimed English professor Dr. D. Stephens is rolling in her figurative grave whenever I misquote Shakespeare or inaccurately refer to one his plays.

There isn't enough digital red ink Dr. Rahming could splatter on his screen to correct my unconventional forms of grammar.

Dr. Janis, my former brilliant W. African novel professor, would be proud of my conscious tone to my credit.

Man, where is Robert Graham, Tony Starks, James Cammon or my whole former "Lit(erature) Set" where I need ya'll?  Yeah it says my name on my degree but I'd be the first to admit 15-20 others deserve to have their John Hancock on that piece of paper. My ish should look like the Constitution, frankly.

But don't crucify me if I'm missing a gerund where it's appro po.  I get it if my technique efficiency isn't that efficient, try to focus on the content…no matter how confusing it maybe! lol

For all you experts in prose or poetry I know my work is like scribble scrabble compared to your Picasso'esque magnum opus', but you know what?  That won't deter me from expressing myself.

As a good friend infamously once said, "I will not be silenced in this mug!"  I'm still developing my voice and day by day the texture of that voice is strengthening and appealing to different ears.  

I appreciate my audience.  And to my colleagues, contemporaries and mentors, I'll try better. Just be patient.