Thursday, December 24, 2009
consider this a public service announcement...
Friday, October 30, 2009
there is no way to "title" THIS for me
hear primal screaming...
child abuse, child rape, child prostitution punishable with...
life in prison...WITHOUT parole PLUS four years????????????????????????????????????????
where in the world is our...
self love~self acceptance~self respect?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
stronger than me
that is the only disclaimer i will make.
now that i have gotten that out of the way...now back to your not so regularly scheduled, fully expressed program:-)
there is a song that plays in my head as i look around from time to time and indulge in people watching, one of my favorite pasttimes.
my life is set to music. for pretty much any thought/memory i have, there is an artist that has already written and sung about it. funny that, artists actually causing one to think! can someone please let the new school so-called hip hop/r & b crowd know? geesh. it is a shame when one must look to england to get the closest dose of the lost artform.
the lyrics:
You should be stronger than me (i once had to explain this to a man in conversation. thank God! i wasn't misguided or unfortunate enough to try to date him.)
You been here seven years longer than me
Don't you know you supposed to be the man?
Not pale in comparison to who you think I am (if men, black ones in particular, held themselves to the same standard they hold bw women, it would be a NEW DAY. that is just an observation, i for one am NOT holding my breath.)
You always wanna talk it through
I don't care
I always have to comfort you
When I'm there
But that's what I need you to do
Stroke my hair
I've forgotten all of young love's joy (don't forget love's joy, walk away from the liability. stat.)
Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy ("lady boy" cracks me up-can't think of a better way to call the condition.)
You should be stronger than me
But instead you're longer than frozen turkey
Why'd you always put me in control?
All I need is for my man to live up to his role
You always wanna talk it through
I'm O.K.
I always have to comfort you
Everyday
But that's what I need you to do
Are you gay?
I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy
He said 'the respect I made you earn, thought you had so many lessons to learn'
I said 'you don't know what love is get a grip'
Sounds as if you're reading from so other tired script
I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime
I just wanna grip your body over mine (despite ALL other observations made, still maintaining this mindset is the quickest route to disgraced/dishonored baby mamadom---forget whatever else you heard! sex is designed for procreation. the ladyboy whose body you grip, may be the father of your child. WHY do that to yourself and the innocent child? think. do your part to help his useless genes die! NO BODY GRIPPING!!! stop the madness sisters. we have the power.)
So tell me why you think that's a crime (because it is. hence the aforementioned red comment. lol! i am cracking myself up right now!)
I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady and you my lady boy
You should be stronger than me (if he clearly demonstrates that he is not and has no idea of his two primary roles as a man---P&P ladies! RUN in the opposite direction of him; don't worry about appearing rude.)
now for the visuals and music. say what you like about Ms Winehouse, her music is amazing. she should have won awards for her music. now, if folks wanted to give her awards for her sustained sobriety...that would be a whole other Oprah.
Amy Winehouse- Stronger than me video
the images are a trip. but hey, i guess it is more acceptable when others say it?
i said it in the interest of...
self love~self acceptance~self respect
Thursday, October 1, 2009
self destruction...
we have the dunbar village trial in full swing. i have learned my stomach is not as strong as i would like it to be. i can't hang.
one should give thanks and praise to the most high that i am not in charge. it would be my order that the assailants and their trifling parents be thrown in a burning building and folks just walk away. seriously. the excuses are too much.
where is the sharpton clown now? hmmm?
then the Derrion Albert murder on video. as expected the excuses flow freely. who has time?
as the mother of a seventeen year old son, i used the video as a teaching tool. my son and i engaged in conversation about the real life experiences that he will encounter. i was reminded of one such real life experience i encountered last holiday season.
my friend girl and i were headed to the mall in hollywood, to return the jeans i purchased without trying on. don't quite know why i did that, nonetheless, they did not fit. as we are standing in a crowd of pedestrians, a black and hispanic male started to pound one another in the head right next to us.
the violence in such close proximity to me frightened me to no end. my instincts led me away from the melee. as my friend and i held hands running away from what became a brawl that spilled into the crosswalk and street, we encountered a group of young black males. they asked what was happening. we told them that there was violence in the direction from which we had come. to my utter amazement they went towards the violence despite our warnings to go in our direction. looking back, i could see shirts being ripped off and folks getting dragged across the concrete. my friend and i called the police and flagged down a police car to send them to assist the folks that were caught up as a result of waiting for the light to change.
as i watch the video of Derrion Albert, all i can think is he might have lived had he walked in wisdom and moved away from the violence. my beau says at least his mother knows he was being a good samaritan and attempting to break up the fight. my logic is, he could have moved away from the violence and called the police as an act of a good samaritan. a dead good samaritan is dead nonetheless.
watching the video made me think of another video. i am posting it here.
which leads me to something else that i read:
in the words of a great African scholar and author, Chinweizu:
“The n-i-g-g-e-r is the African mangled by white power, a peculiar travesty produced by centuries of European imperialism and Arab hegemony. And alas! After more than a century of being completely in the dungeons of White Power, all (most---some of us understand what we are seeing and refuse to become niggers) of us Africans today have become N-i-g-g-e-rs.
The N-i-g-g-e-r is the zombie into which White Power has deformed the African. The N-i-g-g-e-r is a fake African—a person of African race, who has been stripped of African culture, and who is culturally Eurocentric and Arabocentric.
The N-i-g-g-e-r is a biological African who has internalized white supremacist superstitions, and become Afrophobic and even Eurochauvinist…the N-i-g-g-e-r is a person with black skin, white mind and white spirit, an African salt that has lost its savor, brown sugar that has turned sour.
The N-i-g-g-e-r is a strange creature—the nominal African, who despises his race, denies African culture, demonizes his ancestors, and yet expects, even demands that people of the other self-respecting races of humanity should respect him and treat him as an equal member of humanity.
The N-i-g-g-e-r is possessed by the ideas and ideals of White Supremacy; the Afrocidal African who craves to be white, physically (eg. Wacko Jacko), or culturally (eg. The assortment of Black Europeans in the Homeland, Afro-Saxons in the Diaspora, and Omar Bashir with his criminal band of Arabizer—Jihadeer slavers and ethnic cleansers in the Sudan).”
in other places i have spoken at length about mentacide. mentacide is the condition whereby one acts without conscious thought against their own best interest(s). Dr. Bobby Wright wrote extensively about this condition. it has been diagnosed yet folks refuse to acknowledge it or act in ways to counter it. instead, i hear arguments about why the slur with "er" is different than the slur with "gga".
as a result of collective refusal to get real with ourselves and one another, we see and will continue to see episodes like the video of the murder of Derrion Albert play out time and again...Derrion Albert never had to worry about the klan, but he most definitely needed to be concerned about a fellow black man...
my sisters and daughters, you, too, need to be concerned. pay attention. act in your best interests at all times.
....i call it out in the interest of ...
self love~self acceptance~self respect
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
banging around in my head, not yet posted...
unfortunately, i don't post incomplete nor rushed thoughts. so...i will come again when i have the time to really put my thoughts down in a way that fully represent what i feel led to say.
i must adhere to this standard that i have set for myself. my adherence allows me to post and not delete posts even when my position has changed, as it has, since i began this blog. each post is representative of where i was in the time that i published my thoughts for all to see...
i have relinquished all pressure that i impose on myself to post regularly. i am not in a season that allows or affords me such a luxury. pouring out my thoughts in leisure is just that...a luxury.
bear with me. i shall return...
self love~self respect~self acceptance
Saturday, July 4, 2009
they don't really care about us
i have a friend that admonishes me to stick with the micro. it has been my position and continues to be that the micro and the macro are connected and very much related. life seems to me, to be a collage of sorts. every little seemingly unrelated detail serves its intricate purpose in the bigger picture.
in truth, prior to his death, i had long ceased to give any thought to Michael Jackson. in fact, i found him to be an embarressment. his appearance was grotesque. i found it very difficult to look at him. this, despite, thinking him very handsome back when he still had the features and hue of a black man.
his obsession with whiteness bothered me more than i liked his music. his marriages struck me as typical. his wanting children that possessed nothing of him...well...that was extreme and further served as proof of his obsession with whiteness. it wasn't really typical though. i would describe it as bizarrely sick and truly self-hating. (i don't think that non bw that hate bw are necessarily "self-hating", but that's a whole other post.)
somewhere i read that Michael only wanted to do ten shows for his" this is it" tour. that he felt pressured to do the tours because his advisors warned him that he was insolvent. that he even shared with fans his anger by the fifty shows that were expected of him, shortly before he died. as i read, all i could think was, "dance negro! dance!".
which brings me to my favorite Michael Jackson song.
"they don't really care about us"
unfortunately, i cannot find the original lyrics. i remember them though. i remember this song and the controversy that surrounded it. you know, it is funny, i can remember certain times and events that i knew as i witnessed them that the person(s) involved would shortly be having a very different experience. lol! like when Arsenio Hall sat there talking to Minister Farrakhan on his show, nodding in agreement (gasp) and when Michael Jackson sang about "jew me, screw me" and "jew me, sue me". if you listen closely, it seems that this version still holds some of the original lyrics where MJ sings about "kick me, kike me". i take it he was VERY angry with a few jews during this time.
i remember his apology, his re-writing the lyrics, and re-shooting the video. not too long after that i remember the child molestation accusations first beginning to surface. it does not pay to offend the jews. this fact may explain why no prominent powerful one speaks against the terrorism and human rights violations that israel perpetuates against the palestinians on the regular. anyhoo, back to Michael Jackson...
i feel tremendously sad for Michael Jackson's mother and family. i pray that Michael Jackson will now know peace.
on a different note, if lyrics can be changed despite artistic expression and freedom of speech when it offends the jews; it is difficult to pretend that the offense and disrespect heaped on black women, in the name of entertainment is anything other than deliberate and with the purpose of destroying us.
self love~self acceptance~self respect
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
do something! these folks need our support...
Last night, Israeli Occupation Forces attacked and boarded the Free Gaza Movement boat, the SPIRIT OF HUMANITY, abducting 21 human rights workers from 11 countries, including Noble laureate Mairead Maguire and former U.S. Congresswoman Cynthia McKinney. The passengers and crew are being forcibly dragged toward Israel.
In New York City, join us tomorrow, Wednesday July 1, from 4 - 6 pm at the Israeli Mission (43rd St. & 2nd Ave.)
The New York Times 212-556-5272; Los Angeles Times 800-252-9141; Boston Herald 617-426-3000; Chicago Tribune 800-874-2863; and please call your local newspaper, radio station, or television news program.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
call it what it is...please
quite a few bloggers have posted this video. i have seen and heard it discussed in the news. i have heard it described a lot of ways. yet, i still have a question...
...why do folks have such a hard time calling it what it is?
police brutality
how have we become so content to only use those words as it relates to our sons, brothers, and other male folk?
our collective refusal to have the courage to tell the truth and shame the devil, allows others to pretend not to know that passes are not being written for bw/bg simply because we are female.
i will call it.
may i suggest that other bw/bg start to do the same?
the police are man-handling, raping, and murdering us. we are being incarcerated in alarming numbers. right now. yet, on our watch, we collectively refuse to call it what it is. instead, when we lift our voices, it is to speak to the plight of bm in this so called system of justice.
maybe we should focus more on creating that much needed balance, in the interest of...
...self love~self acceptance~self respect
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
going back to basics
from writing, dating, and engaging others to the extent that my "social butterfly" personality would dictate, when in "business as usual" mode.
there have been many reasons for this.
the main reason is that my total focus has been on building my new business and meeting that objective...powerfully.
when i write that it is imperative to ensure survival for bw to channel all energy into creating multiple streams of income...i.am.not.joking. i am committed to moving powerfully, with focused purpose to that end.
i am committed to not only surviving, but thriving, despite the lean years that one can so clearly see looming ahead. i am committed to walking the walk. as such, there has not been much time for talking. there is a price to be paid for all worthwhile things and i am willing to pay the price.
nevertheless, i have continued to follow, without comment, blogs that make me proud...Muslim Bushido. Khadija, work it out sis! as well as others that challenge and grow me...like BWBTT. Lisa, you are an undeniable powerhouse. while we do not always see things eye to eye, i thank you for unapologetically doing...you. Evia and Sara, consistently telling the unpopular, needs to be spoken truth as they see and know it. Gina, reading your blog, inspired me to blog. i am eternally grateful for your courage. there are many other bw and others that have fed me as i have been on time-out. i cannot name them all now. however, i will say, continue to lift your voices. one can never truly know whose lives they are impacting. i don't mind "lurkers" for this reason. there is no need to engage with me, if my writing encourages you to claim your birthright as powerful women and children of God.
while on time-out, i also visited blogs that express views totally foreign to me. in fact, while at one such site, i felt truly compelled to ask questions, in an effort to get an understanding. maybe, i will address that further at a later time. considering my time constraints, i cannot justify allocating too much precious time right now. however, in integrity, i will apologize to Truth Be Told, for my assumptions about the anticipated response to me. although, we do not agree and have very different filters, i was not disrespected in our exchange. in fact, let me take a moment and say thank you. i am uncertain of your gender, yet suffice it to say, i appreciate you behaving like an respectful intelligent adult. as time permits, i would like to respond to your last comment. i see open lines of communication as a turn in the right direction. clearly there is a disconnect that can only be repaired by honest, respectful, good-faith communication.
the need to sit and write has been pricking my spirit for awhile now. those that know me can attest to the fact that i am rarely without something to say. (that fact still cracks me up. alas, the more things change, the more they stay the same:-) my lifted voice is a direct result of my spending a lot of time thinking. in fact, i have been admonished often, by male and female, that i think too much.
as i sat to write, i felt compelled to reflect on why i started writing initally.
somewhere i read, that when lost, it is wise to go back to basics. in truth, i have so many thoughts and evolving beliefs that at times, quite frankly, i feel lost in them. so i choose to lean on wisdom and go back to basics...
...i started writing to save my life.
realizing that i must save my life, if i am to impact the lives of other bw and bg. i started writing to quiet the storm of words and wisdom that refused me peace until they had been put on paper. until the message is out of me, i truly know no peace. as the words and wisdom nag me to be given life by being spoken into the universe, so did the scripture that teaches---obedience is worth more than sacrifice. i could not escape that scripture until i started to write, speak, and teach as i navigate my journey. oftentimes i teach my son that life is not a popularity contest. i have had to walk that talk in order to know peace.
upon reflection, it truly was the darndest thing. the fact is, above all else, i seek a peaceful, fulfilling, rewarding, abundant, blessed journey. not only for myself, but for as many bw/bg who will choose it for themselves.
going back to basics, and after much thought, i have decided that it is impossible, for healthy boys/men to be threatened by girls/women that are seeking these jewels in life. should the first teachers of a nation secure these jewels...we all win...
in my message, i have tried to be clear. it seems as though i have failed, so let me make the attempt again. if bg/bw are to be saved---we must save ourselves. if we perish, we will have no one but ourselves to blame. this is not the time of victims. that time has long since passed. there are no victims, barring the babies, at this point. there are only VOLUNTEERS.
the basic truth is that i write in the interest of self love~self acceptance~ self respect...
Sunday, January 4, 2009
happy new year...create your best year...yet...
it's a new year.
this fact alone, i find extremely exciting. it is like a new outfit, new pretty underwear (a personal favorite:-), a new car, new home, new love...
...each new year i tend to spend a great deal of time reflecting.
what did i learn last year?
what did i hold to be the gospel truth before time/wisdom/experience wrenched it away?
who have i allowed in my life that truly has no place moving forward, if my movement is to be powerful?
aaahhh...introspection, reflection, meditation.
frankly, sometimes i find it more pleasant than other times!
here's the thing. i have a post that has been banging around in me for awhile now. each time i sit down to write it, i feel blocked. it is as if writing it makes it real. sometimes, it is very difficult to get real i find.
everything i have ever written, i have believed with every fiber of my being. my paradigm shift born of new year reflections, introspection, and mediation is causing great discomfort.
i have strengthened my resolve to pull it in, reach a place of acceptance, say what needs to be said, and most importantly DO what needs to be done.
all in the interest of creating my best year yet and...
...SELF LOVE~SELF ACCEPTANCE~SELF RESPECT