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Thursday, October 13, 2016

Gilli is Mad




A month or so ago the National Museum of African American History & Culture opened in Washington DC. I haven’t been honored to go yet due to the fact that you need to have a ticket to be able to enter the building. I’m interested to see what they cover in this three story building but I can wait until the hype comes down so that I can walk around leisurely and take my time viewing pieces of my history. I have heard about the layout of the museum and how it starts you off at slavery with all of the slavery artifacts. I also have been told that you can hear the sound of weeping from all that walk thru out the museum. A week ago A Birth of a Nation came out, they say that the movie is a flop even though it made 9.1 million dollars it’s first weekend. Although shy of it’s 10 million dollar budget doesn’t sound too bad to me. Although some people don’t want to see it due to it’s director’s allegedly shady past. It’s been a month of more of reminding of our past.

My homeboy sent me a link to a show on Netflix, and like most things he recommends I watched it. The movie is called 13th, and after watching it in it’s entirety I am mad. Like I don’t even know where to begin on how I feel because it was so many emotions that I felt. I went from sad to angry to befuddled to lost to informed to enlightened back to befuddled and then back to angry and sad. The history of African Americans is so fucked up shit. From slavery to mass incarceration. Not to take away from the fucked up history of other people but to watch that movie … it just broke me down.

I’m not going to tell you what happens in this documentary because I feel that you should watch it for yourself and gather your own opinion of it. But what I will share with you is my thoughts on how I feel about it after watching it. I’m pissed. I’m hurt, disgusted and angry. Not knowing completely what I was in for I begin to watch it at work on my lunch break. Unlike Bob’s Burger or Family Guy which are shows that I normally watch this one was a bit intense. As I may have mentioned before I am a crier. I cry in times of frustration and in sadness, it doesn’t make me weak, because I’m not in denial with who I am and what I do. And although I am fr peace and blessings, I will slap fire out of a person if need be. Anywho, I found tears falling down my face as I viewed the images on my phone screen. I couldn’t have stopped them if I tried, because I did and they just came on. I had to press the square indicating stop once I felt my inside starting to get hot. It wasn’t because of the rotisserie chicken I just eaten have made me feel this way it was because of what I was watching. I begin to learn about things that I thought I knew that I found out was lies to me. It’s all lies, the media, the government, lies.

It has always been taught to me in history classes throughout my schooling that the government was made for the people by the people. But as I have realized as I became an adult that saying wasn’t referring to MY people. Although I’m a light skin female whose brown skin father had green eyes and curly hair and whose mother is the color of a peanut with curly hair I can’t tell you who my people really are. But I can tell you who they aren’t. If I were to be stopped by authorities I know what race I would be identified as and what race I wouldn’t. At the time that saying was made “for the people by the people” my people was in shackles, my people was in cotton fields doing hard labor and in houses getting used for sex. So those words don’t apply to me. 

America has and will always be a business. It will always take from the poor and give to the rich. They will always oppress and take whatever it wants and if you don’t do what it tells you do to it will shut you up. No one speaks too loudly to America because America will silence you. America says that you have a freedom of speech but only if you are fair skinned. They don’t want you to educate yourself or your community they want you to be the second class citizens that we was 300 plus years ago. Slavery was a business and once it ended the South’s business was on the brink of ending too. So what do they do? They think of a way to get free labor without it being slavery. Let’s call it prison they say. SMH. Not to say that some people who do  foul shit shouldn’t be locked up and put away. But the boy who was caught outside on the block talking to his friend on his way home shouldn’t have to be locked up for 3-5 years when he didn’t have no drugs on him, he was just in a high crime area. Jail isn’t cheap.For 10 years I sent money to the Feds to help someone do his bid comfortably or at least as comfortably as my pockets would allow. Let’s say I sent him $75 every two weeks, that’s $150 every month, $1650 a year and after 10 years that’s $14,850. I didn’t send him $75 every two weeks sometimes it was more sometimes it was less none the less after 10 years I have sent damn near $15,000 to the feds. No wonder they want to build more jails, so that they can make more money. Opposed to making rehab facilities that could ,I don’t know, actually help rehabiliate the criminals that they are so press to have locked up. 

With the more jails that they build, the more inmates that they need to fill them, the more Black and Brown people that they can put in these jails. The more Black and Brown children are raised by their grandma or Aunties because the child’s parents are gone Upstate or Down the Road.The child begins to get into trouble, and that’s where the cycle begins to repeat itself. That’s all it is, is one big cycle repeating itself. I see that with the police killings that have happened all over this country and have been happening for centuries. But now with social media and the technology to be able to record and instantly send things to the internet we are viewing more and more of these killings. it has gotten to a point where I personally have gotten numb to it. Because nothing changes, a black or brown man or woman gets shot & killed and this cop’s biggest punishment is a slap on a wrist. I have never read or heard of a police officer who has killed a person on camera or other wise being locked up for taking a person’s life. But let Cracker Ass Billy Bob shoot up a  movie theatre and kill nine people and not only is he able to walk away from the crime scene but he is able to stand in court and plead insanity and live out the rest of his days in an asylum. 

I can hear a person saying “But we have a Black president.” And I say to you, “So?” Yes we have a Black POTUS, who is educated and handsome and funny and doesn’t have 3 baby mothers, plays ball, use to smoke the wacky tabacky and is an exemplary guy. BUTTTTTTT he is just one man, yes he has “power” but its no good when his subordinates fight him every step of the way. And him being black and in charge doesn’t change the fact that white people still treat Black and Brown people like shit! This country prided itself on being the land of the free… while owning slaves. The home of the brave…that shoot and kill black women, men and children. This country’s foundation is fucked up and I don’t ever know if I’ll see a time where things will be different. I was told that we should be happy that we don’t have to live how our ancestors did. I am happy that I don’t have to live like that because with my light skin and “good” hair I would def be in the “Big” house doing domestic work and hiding some of Master’s nigga babies. I don’t think that our ancestors fought for freedom and the rights we have today for our generations to end up how it is. Being uneducated bad bitches and men having women give birth to children that they don’t want is not what’s popping even though the media says it is. Ths just shows the uneducation of our people. Man, something needs to change and it starts with the laws, it starts with rewriting the Constitution. Times have changed and we can’t be a Nation that still holds it’s value on a hackneyed system. The government needs to remove itself from Big Businesses that have control over the bills and laws that are passed in this country. It starts with the people stop hating other people because they are different than us. Cuz they talk or walk or even look different. Black people hate our own people sometimes. We are scared of ourselves because we don’t know the power we possess. We act like crabs in a barrel, not letting one up. And if one of us do get up we try to find ways to bring us down. My English teacher told me long ago that “If “they” find you threatening “they” will try to find a way to get rid of you. They will try to defame you or kill you.” That’s what happened with Nate Parker, he was in that stupid ass bodyguard movie and mums the word on this alleged rape but let this man want to make a movie about Nate Turner and now all of this stuff comes out.  When you fly to close to the sun you will get burned. 

At the end of the day I have to do my part to break the cycle, I have to do it not only for my sanity but for my children’s sanity as well. The history taught in school is one sided and I will make sure that my children know both sides. Some people look at movies like A Birth of a Nation which was also a 1915 silent movie of the same name (Do your googles) and groan like “Another slave movie?” But how else would we know what we came from? By watching the trash that is ratchet tv? I think not. We are descendants of Kings and Queens not slaves, Trap Queens and trap boys.  Like Lawrence said on the end of School Daze… WAKE UP!!!!!!!


Peace & Blessings. 

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Sunday, September 18, 2016


I did this for class... enjoy 

When I hear someone describe a rich old lawyer without the mention of color I ask if he’s a Jew? In my life  experiences I have noticed that most rich lawyers are Jewish and that’s not to be racists that’s to state a point of view. We all have different POV and depending on how you are raised  and the things one may have experienced or have been exposed to it will determine their POV.  While going into this activity i begin to think about all of my views about  the Jewish community and I begin to think about things I have thought to be true about them. I am aware that not everything that is on some sort of media be it radio, tv, social or what have you is a representation of the entire community. But once those outlets for information begin to fill your head with images or descriptions of someone/thing you might  begin to believe it. Especially if you haven’t been around one to get to know one. 

I personally don’t know any people who observe the beliefs of Judaism so I won’t be able to speak on personal experiences of being around one that I have personal camaraderie with. Thru the scopes of media I have seen alot of different views of Jews. There are several different types, some are clean shaven and dress in modern day fashions and then there are those who don’t. Male Hasidic Jews don the best Shirley Temple curls my eyes have ever seen. They fall neatly on both sides of their face while being looking dapper in a black suit with a white button up dress shirt. Their top hats or yamakas make their outfits. complete. A preception that I have about these men is that they are men and look down to women. Im sure that’s not true about all of them hopefully one day I will find out. 

The views that I have on the jewish community wasn’t as a whole but just how I saw things. I knew that everyone would have our own POV about each other’s label. People think that Jewish people are rich and though some maybe and it’s painted in media that Jewish people , men especially, are successful lawyers. Some are good with businesses, music, food, whatever the route for having something successful and brings in lots of revenue. That they tend to have a big nose I have heard a lady refer to her own nose as a “Jew nose”.  There are stigmas on all  of the races, religions, class, location, education and whatever else gives someone who  feels the need to berate people who aren’t doing better than them. 

Afterwards when I gave myself a moment to think back, I wondered how  I look at people.  This exercise gave me the time to look at how I treat people and the perceptions that I might have of people. Not just people outside of my race, religion or what have you but people who are considered to be about of my community. We all judge and assume people and the things that they do.As much as I don’t want to admit this,  I have judged a person/people because of information I may  have been given about them. It’s something that happens way too often and with the advancement in technology we can share our opinions about whatever may come to our mind in seconds. As I continue to  work on myself and take my journey in life I realize that I shouldn’t judge people because I don’t know their struggles and what they could possibly dealing with. 

The opinions of others POV about people and their walks of life doesn’t really get to me unless if it has something with women or children. People are going to think what they want to think and their views of the Jewish community didn’t sway  me. In my experience, you can’t always take a person at face value. You have to get to know someone before you can see them for them. You might meet a Jewish woman for the first time and she is irate with you.you look at her like she’s crazy and walk away thinking that all Jewish ladies are mean.  At the next interaction  she’s nice to you and  your initial perception of her being mean to you becomes background noise. 

That’s why I believe it’s best to treat people how you will want to get treated. It’s a Golden rule that was taught in elementary school but it seems to have gotten forgotten. You don’t want to be disrespected for no reason especially because you think differently or love differently. We wasn’t meant to be the same, so that’s why we should all be treated as equals. There are over a billion people in the world so there is wars going on all over the world. People fighting over who knows what , land, freedom, religion beliefs. If people treated people better I doubt their would be so much war. So much anger and hatred in this world, this country and this century. I feel that things could possibly get done if we used love and not war. 


Imagine a world without war, what a world that would be. Chaos is avoidable but there doesn’t need to be so much of it. Jews in the Middle East are on the news for fighting for their freedom or land that they think belongs to them. There are people fighting for dirt, bombing buildings, causing fear in a place that love should be. Mind you that fight has been going for thousands of years and it’s ever constant. The world needs love so from now on I won’t judge no one. I’m going to lead by example and give my world and those who may pass thru it a bit of kindness. I hope you do too. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

The worst



Many years ago my jaw was fractured in two places in the front of it and had to get my mouth wired. For several months I wasn’t able to eat food normally and was literally and physically talking thru the wire. After the wires were removed my teeth begin to bother me. My wisdom tooth on the left side would get tooth aches if I ate too many snickerdoodles or drank that damn good lemonade from Chik fil a. I always thought that any time that I would get a tooth ache I’ll ride it out with expired oxys or drink alot of water and the swelling will go down along with my sweet tooth gone. That was until…

The day I felt a ting of uncomfort on the right side of my face I figured I must have put way too much sugar into my coffee.  I took some Motrin and shaked off the discomfort. The normal side effects of swelling and mild pain in the back of my mouth came and I dealt with it using my normal regimen of expired control substances and water. In my brain I was flushing the sweetness out with the water. Go ahead and laugh, I will do anything to avoid the dentist. Lawd knows how I hate going there. Needless to say that after a week of  having a half swollen face and being in pain I finally made an emergency appointment to the dentist. I should have never walked in that place.

Despise the warnings from everybody telling me that I would have to get my teeth pulled I ignored them and prayed to the Gods of the Seven the old and the new, to The Universe and to any deity that would listen to me and answer my selfish prayer. Needless to say my prayers wasn’t answered and all my naysayers hit me with the infamous “I told you so.” I have never gotten anything extracted from my body ever in my life. When I got my jaw wired, I was put to sleep. So as this lady explained to me what she will be doing to me I felt my hands begin to shake. It wasn’t a shake you do when you are idly waiting, it was “Oh shit I’m scared as shit” shake. Why was I shaking??? Cause if you didn’t grasp it…. I was scared as shit. 

When she begin to put the anesthetic in my gums around the areas she was going to be removing my teeth it was a water show. My eyes filled up with water and no matter how much I told myself that I wouldn’t cry and for me to get my shit together the more the tears flow. I have said it before I will say it again, I am a crier. I cry and I’m not ashamed of it. And beloved I cried sweet tears of fear that day because I didn’t know what to expect. Once things begin to go numb she did her business of removing both of my teeth. The top tooth (#1) went in less then three minutes. I was half way thru T.I rapping all about the money when the doctor’s cute little assistant showed me my tooth. The bottom one (#32) took more of fight and although I didn’t feel pain I felt pressure and being that I was given numbing medication I didn’t want to feel nothing!!!! My hands was shaking  and I was holding on to that chair for dear life! I’m sure my sounds of shrieking worried some of the patients but I truly didn’t care. 

After the tears and almost fifteen minutes later I was toothless in the rear side of my mouth, unable to say words and worrying about what the real pain will feel like once the numbing meds wore off.  I laughed when the doctor told me to come back next month so that she can get the teeth on the other side. “Yeah right lady, I’ll see you when I’m in pain.” I paid them and went about my day. Rushed to get my meds all swollen in the face and drooling. lol Yes I was drooling. Not like a long line of drool but none the less my mouth was super wet and my lips was super dry. I don’t know how that was possibly but none the less it was happening. 

I love food. Like I love to eat so being that something that I had no control over was stopping me from eating I was not a happy camper! Then I had to take off of work which I don’t like to do unless I’m going on vacay. So now I can only eat soft foods like an infant that’s teething, with a swollen side of my face (luckily no one can tell since my cheeks are already fat) & a bag full of meds that need to be taken every 4-6 hours. I’m happy that I will no longer feel pain once this is healed and homegirl is smoking some hella good dope to think I’ll be coming back to get this treatment done to the other side of my face!!!! Hellllllll nahhhhhh. Man that was the worst…



Peace & Blessings

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

WASHED



I ain't got it no mo 

I believe I’m becoming washed and my definition for washed may not be the same as everybody else's. My definition is someone with no hoes, that don't be popping, the opposite of lit, dry and all things boring. Not all of these words fit my criteria but none the less I feel like I'm becoming too old for this shit. I figured that I was becoming washed one Sunday in October after club jumping at the Gryphon and Barcöde. I was due to work the next morning at 6:45 am but found myself walking into my house at 3: 15 am drunk off of Rosé Moët, smelling of the loudest pac and wanting chicken wings. The next day at work I was a complete mess. I believe I was late and could barely make it thru the day. The Moët gave me diarrhea, which is something I heard that happens if you drink too much of it. I consumed the contents of 4-5 of the 12 bottles that was being passed around between the men I was with. I was a complete mess & that def was not the best decision I have ever made. 

This past weekend I was smarter. I waited for events that was popping on the weekend and even though one of the events was on Sunday it was over earlier enough for me to recover. Luckily for me I'm unemployed so I don't have to worry about any pesty job getting in the way of my fun. (Sarcasm alert)  

The Third Broccoli City Festival was held in the Nation's Capital and finally I had actually bought a ticket so that I was able to attend. It was a rainy dreary day at the end of  April with the temperature reaching only 65 degrees. I figured when I bought the ticket in February that it wouldn't feel like Febraury by the time April came. None the less I drank some Dusse and went out to face the elements. I took an uber down to the DC Pavillon which is also the located on the grounds of the St. Elizabeth Hospital. St. Elizabeth is known for once being a Federally operated psychiatric hospital. It is a DC landmark and has been around since 1855. 

Man I have never been around that many black people... ever! It was all sorts of black people there. Hippy, preppy, slutty, thuggy. Whatever your cup is, there was something there to fill it. Of course my first thought seeing all this melanin in one location was that somebody was going to fight. But that didn't happen. There was vendors, live art performances, music performances (local and big names), abundance of pac smoke, and abundance of people. I got there later then what I had expected to mainly because I just wanted to see Future and Jhene Aiko. Either way I was there and I was going to enjoy myself. After walking up the steps to the top of the Pavillon I was finally able to see what was happening around me. I had to elevate myself to appreciate it all. And the sight was beautiful. On my right people in unison not on no bullshit dancing to Rare Essence, on my left some rapper going off with a crowd bigger then the one on the left. The familiar smell of potent marijuana tickled my noise hairs and I watch people roll up despite the police presence when you walk in. I sipped my Jameson and smiled. I can't tell you why I felt like I was at peace but I was.  Once the scenic view was over with, we headed to the main stage to see Jhene Aiko. Of course the main area where the big name celebrities was packed, that's what big names do. But it wasn't no push back when you tried to push thru it was mean mugs but hey some of us just have that type of face. As it rain Jhene came on  and she sang sweet melodies of broken hearts, of love and of booty getting ate like groceries.

While we waited for Future Hendrix I had to go use the bathroom. Smh my bladder is super weak. Another reason I know I'm not made for this hanging out bullshit. I need to stay close to the bathroom while drinking. My friend and her homegirls left so I stood by myself in the rain as Future begin to perform his hits. I ran into my homeboy while down there so after Future mumbled about all of the things he mumbles about we went to the Hamilton for buffalo wings and Mac and cheese taters. Not a bad night.

The next morning I struggled with getting out of my bed. It wasn't like I went to bed late, I just didn't feel like getting up. I made me a cup of peppermint tea, warmed up some doughnuts and ate sliced pineapples while praying to the Heavens that I get some strength to attend the Coolest Best Day Ever. It was a collaboration of Henny Palooza and Cup Set held at the infamous Stadium Club DC. I heard on my favorite pod cast Tax Season that the Henny Palooza guys was saying that DC was the worst city they went to when they did Henny Palooza last year and they didn't know if they was going to come back to do it again. I hope they come back because being that their event was held on a Sunday, I wasn't  drunk enough (which is probably a lie, I was probably just where I needed to be lol #lushlife) and had to leave at 8 so I could drop my homeboy off and make it in time for Game of Thrones. 

It was a mix of music and drinks. Oh and can't forget the food. At 6 or so the strippers came out and begin to shake their money makers. Joe Budden and Rory from "I'll name this podcast later"  podcast was there, so was Desus Nice from the "Bodega Boys" podcast. I was for mildly too hype when I noticed Desus was there. He's also one of my favorite podcasters. I kept it cool tho. It was a fun day pordy. And I hope that was just a tast of what 

 Even though I didn't close my eyes until after 12 watching my HBO Sunday line up and reruns of the line up when I woke up at 7:30 Monday morning I wanted to scream but my body wouldn't let me go back to sleep. At lunch with a friend is when it happened. That's when I realized it. I didn't want to be in denial anymore. I was muddafucking tired. I ordered me a Blue Moon to try to get back to feeling like myself. That helped but I realized I didn't want another hard drink until the weekend... 3 weekends from now!   I'm not a quitter but I am taking a hiatus from drinking. And I did an awesome job of not drinking…


Until…the next weekend. 

WASHED



I ain't got it no mo 

I believe I’m becoming washed and my definition for washed may not be the same as everybody else's. My definition is someone with no hoes, that don't be popping, the opposite of lit, dry and all things boring. Not all of these words fit my criteria but none the less I feel like I'm becoming too old for this shit. I figured that I was becoming washed one Sunday in October after club jumping at the Gryphon and Barcöde. I was due to work the next morning at 6:45 am but found myself walking into my house at 3: 15 am drunk off of Rosé Moët, smelling of the loudest pac and wanting chicken wings. The next day at work I was a complete mess. I believe I was late and could barely make it thru the day. The Moët gave me diarrhea, which is something I heard that happens if you drink too much of it. I consumed the contents of 4-5 of the 12 bottles that was being passed around between the men I was with. I was a complete mess & that def was not the best decision I have ever made. 

This past weekend I was smarter. I waited for events that was popping on the weekend and even though one of the events was on Sunday it was over earlier enough for me to recover. Luckily for me I'm unemployed so I don't have to worry about any pesty job getting in the way of my fun. (Sarcasm alert)  

The Third Broccoli City Festival was held in the Nation's Capital and finally I had actually bought a ticket so that I was able to attend. It was a rainy dreary day at the end of  April with the temperature reaching only 65 degrees. I figured when I bought the ticket in February that it wouldn't feel like Febraury by the time April came. None the less I drank some Dusse and went out to face the elements. I took an uber down to the DC Pavillon which is also the located on the grounds of the St. Elizabeth Hospital. St. Elizabeth is known for once being a Federally operated psychiatric hospital. It is a DC landmark and has been around since 1855. 

Man I have never been around that many black people... ever! It was all sorts of black people there. Hippy, preppy, slutty, thuggy. Whatever your cup is, there was something there to fill it. Of course my first thought seeing all this melanin in one location was that somebody was going to fight. But that didn't happen. There was vendors, live art performances, music performances (local and big names), abundance of pac smoke, and abundance of people. I got there later then what I had expected to mainly because I just wanted to see Future and Jhene Aiko. Either way I was there and I was going to enjoy myself. After walking up the steps to the top of the Pavillon I was finally able to see what was happening around me. I had to elevate myself to appreciate it all. And the sight was beautiful. On my right people in unison not on no bullshit dancing to Rare Essence, on my left some rapper going off with a crowd bigger then the one on the left. The familiar smell of potent marijuana tickled my noise hairs and I watch people roll up despite the police presence when you walk in. I sipped my Jameson and smiled. I can't tell you why I felt like I was at peace but I was.  Once the scenic view was over with, we headed to the main stage to see Jhene Aiko. Of course the main area where the big name celebrities was packed, that's what big names do. But it wasn't no push back when you tried to push thru it was mean mugs but hey some of us just have that type of face. As it rain Jhene came on  and she sang sweet melodies of broken hearts, of love and of booty getting ate like groceries.

While we waited for Future Hendrix I had to go use the bathroom. Smh my bladder is super weak. Another reason I know I'm not made for this hanging out bullshit. I need to stay close to the bathroom while drinking. My friend and her homegirls left so I stood by myself in the rain as Future begin to perform his hits. I ran into my homeboy while down there so after Future mumbled about all of the things he mumbles about we went to the Hamilton for buffalo wings and Mac and cheese taters. Not a bad night.

The next morning I struggled with getting out of my bed. It wasn't like I went to bed late, I just didn't feel like getting up. I made me a cup of peppermint tea, warmed up some doughnuts and ate sliced pineapples while praying to the Heavens that I get some strength to attend the Coolest Best Day Ever. It was a collaboration of Henny Palooza and Cup Set held at the infamous Stadium Club DC. I heard on my favorite pod cast Tax Season that the Henny Palooza guys was saying that DC was the worst city they went to when they did Henny Palooza last year and they didn't know if they was going to come back to do it again. I hope they come back because being that their event was held on a Sunday, I wasn't  drunk enough (which is probably a lie, I was probably just where I needed to be lol #lushlife) and had to leave at 8 so I could drop my homeboy off and make it in time for Game of Thrones. 

It was a mix of music and drinks. Oh and can't forget the food. At 6 or so the strippers came out and begin to shake their money makers. Joe Budden and Rory from "I'll name this podcast later"  podcast was there, so was Desus Nice from the "Bodega Boys" podcast. I was for mildly too hype when I noticed Desus was there. He's also one of my favorite podcasters. I kept it cool tho. It was a fun day pordy. And I hope that was just a tast of what 

 Even though I didn't close my eyes until after 12 watching my HBO Sunday line up and reruns of the line up when I woke up at 7:30 Monday morning I wanted to scream but my body wouldn't let me go back to sleep. At lunch with a friend is when it happened. That's when I realized it. I didn't want to be in denial anymore. I was muddafucking tired. I ordered me a Blue Moon to try to get back to feeling like myself. That helped but I realized I didn't want another hard drink until the weekend... 3 weekends from now!   I'm not a quitter but I am taking a hiatus from drinking. And I did an awesome job of not drinking…


Until…the next weekend. 

Mind Games



On a cloudy Wednesday morning, she opens her eyes, says a silent prayer to the Lord and proceeds to check her email while she is still laying in her bed. She was anticipating an email from the Human Resources representative for the company she will starting work for. So as she scrolling thru her email, the sender of an email caught her eye. Her heart starts to pound and the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter as she clicked on the email. She noticed that he replied to an email that she sent to him asking him kindly for him to come pick up a piece of furniture that he had left behind when he moved on. The date she sent that email was three months ago. “Oh so he did read my email?” she thought to herself. After examining the sender’s name, the date and time stamp she read what he took the time out of his day to type. It was one sentence. One that he could have kept to himself.

She stares at it. Reads it over and over as though it’s some cryptic message in it. As though he wrote the apology that she would never receive in those ten words that he typed. She looked at the sender’s name, then read those ten words again. She felt herself getting upset. She places her left thumb on the home key and right thumb on the power button. A flash comes over the screen, she closes out of her email. Not even checking for the email that she was looking for in the first place. Now not only are there butterflies fluttering so are her thoughts. “Why would he email that?” “ Why would he think I care if I know he’s proud of me?” “Why didn’t he keep that to himself?” Her mind is racing but she’s able to send that screen shot to several people in less then thirty seconds.

She ponders over her thoughts of what blog did he read, being that she has several. How did he get the link? He is blocked from her Twitter and Instagram page where the links for her blog are located. “Should I reply with a simple thank you? Or to go into how he could have kept that bullshit to himself and tell him to be proud of the new chick that has to deal with me & his lies!?” Her thoughts are cut short by her mother calling her name. The call she has been waiting for finally came thru. The blessing she has been waiting on has finally came into fruition. All thoughts of him and his mind fuckery email slowly disappeared from her thoughts. The biggest smile came across her face. And just like that, he’s forgotten. Or is he?

For the last four months she tried so hard to forget him. Not only to forget how things played out with them but the fact that deep inside she missed him. She wanted to talk to him like they use to talk. Laugh at jokes, text, subtweet each other and just be in his space. That was something that will never happen again. She goes about her day as normal. But being one who always wants to know the reason for something happening, she wonders why would he send that? He didn’t even tell her happy birthday but he’ll tell her he’s proud of her for posts that she wrote? “Why?” she asked herself. 

This man who claims to not fuck with her still reads what she writes? Did he want to see if she wrote about him? Like what the fuck was his point? And just like that…he got into her brain without him even speaking a word. His hold on her found it’s grip again. The more and more she thought about those ten words, the more she cursed. “Fuck him and him being proud of me! I don’t need for him to be proud of me! I’m fucking proud of me! I went thru hell and pulled myself out of those flames! And he wants to talk about being fucking proud of me??? Who the fuck do you think you is?” 

She use to crave his approval. His validation. His acceptance. Now she doesn’t need it nor want it. His hold loosens and falls away. The email remains to be words on a screen that don’t hold any merit or power. The questions that were pondered on earlier no longer matter. All the thoughts that was ignited were extinguished. Just like that…he’s non factor again. 

Valar morghulis. All men must die. And so must their power. 


Stay Blessed. 

I'm muddafucking tired....

I’m tired of feeling as though the police do not get penalized for the crimes that they do. I do not feel safe with those who have vowed to protect and serve me. How can I when they have been killing my people as though that they have caused some severe crime? There has been multiple times in history, shit in the last year, where a white man has killed multiple people and when apprehended…. wait they get apprehended, unlike people of color. Slavery officially ended in the United States of America 151 years ago but yet, racism is still alive and kicking. White police officers are always killing black men for things as small as selling cigarettes or DVD’s  when these men are trying to make end’s meat for their family. This is suppose to be America “Home of the brave & the free.” But how can a particular ethnic feel brave & free when for 245 years we was opposed? Used and sold like cattle. When we wasn’t used for labor where we worked long days and sometimes night the Queens of this race of people was picked up off of the shelf like the owner’s favorite toy then discarded after they finished playing with it.
The stories of slavery makes me so upset. It makes a group of people who are so strong appear so weak. Many years ago there was a mind fucking game that still exists. It’s sad because some black people think that they can’t get far in life because of the “white man” is holding them back. I call bullshit and see someone who is lazy. I will never blame what some people did 300 years ago hold me back from what it is that I choose to do with my life today. I don’t like to watch slave movies but yet I find myself watching them because it’s important to know my history. I cry when watching them because it’s so sad to see a group of people getting misused and abused by another group of people. It pisses me off to the highest level of pissivity! Although we aren’t in chains sometimes in some parts of the world, we are still slaves.
Two men lost their lives recently and it was posted on social media for the world to see. I couldn’t help but pull my eyes away from the screen, and I found myself watching those videos again. Bumps on my skin began to rise, my body felt a chill, and the wells of my eyes began to fill with water. I felt a pain in my chest, a piece of my heart began to fall off and break. I instantly prayed for the families of these slain men and I closed the social media platform I was on. I prayed that the men in my life never have to get stopped by people who said they will protect ALL people and end up dead. I understand that it’s time where death may be the last resort but it should always be … the last resort.
Shortly after these men have gotten killed, police officers have gotten killed at what was suppose to be a peaceful protest. Now, that’s all the media talks about. Police being killed. Although it’s sad that more people have to lose their life, it’s a signs that people are fed up with how a group of people treat another one. Police officers feel as though as they are superior to us civilians & in some manners they are but when it comes to killing a person because of the color of their skin, or whatever injustice you feel that this person may have is just plain wrong. They show you their gun and use excessive force just to get you to do what? Believe that you can trust them? I can’t. Not to say that all cops are bad, but from what the media shows, they are out there.
People want answers, some sort of solution to the way that Black America is being treated. But how can we tell every person who isn’t Black to treat us with respect when we don’t treat them with respect? Or ourselves? How can there possibly be a way to solve racism? Is it a disease like some people think homosexuality is? No it’s not, it’s a mental sickness that has plagued people’s brains & they pass that poison onto their children.  It’s sad and unfortunate and I don’t see a solution but I won’t let it deter me. I am here. For years Black Americans have fought for their rights. Their right to vote, the right to drink the same water as whites, to go the same school as whites. I don’t think that white people has opposed any other ethnic group like they do Blacks. It’s like Cowboys playing the Redskins all year round. I’m over it. Hearing people say all lives matters is saying that  Black lives don’t. Because if that was true then why are Black men & women the only ones losing their lives????
Peace & Blessings