This blog is organized chaos, in other words life. All of the words here are inspired by reality, my life and the lives of others. You'll be surprised, offended, enlightened, and entertained...enjoy...Diary of Me =) (please feel free to ask questions, share, and leave comments)
Wednesday, November 04, 2015
Rebirth
On Facebook, I posted a note about how I felt like I wasn't black.
It's about a month or so later and I can definitely say I'm feeling it now.
Living in Chicago has been a new experience for me. New but at the same time very familiar. I grew up in the South Suburbs, got into my fair share of trouble, hung out with the "wrong" people, but lived a decent life. I witnessed the police bein on bull with some of my friends, experienced them being of no help to me when I needed it, got followed in stores, all that good stuff and never argued with the fact that I was black.
For some reason going to college changed everything. Prior to college I had a lot more white friends...I don't think I hardly made any in college. There was definite segregation. Being involved in the black community and watching it transform, I began to separate myself from everyone. I didn't want to be "black" anymore.
Now when I say that, I don't mean it in the sense that I was ashamed of my race, or where I came from, or that I wanted to change anything at all about who I am/was. I just didn't want to be herded into a group or be generalized. I get upset when people talk about women as though we're all the same too, and that's how I felt. We're all individuals and I couldn't bring myself to carry the same concerns or to be focused on the same trends as everyone else unless I believed in them or cared for them. But everything was becoming the same. Black people were trapping themselves in a place where there was so much diversity and knowledge to be gained. I still struggle with it but....I've definitely grown to appreciate all the differences within black culture and outside of our culture...and also not speak as though I don't understand because I do understand. We are all different, come from different places and ave different struggles.
At the end of the day I am black.
Black Lives Matter
There are a lot of black people that don't do ish.
There are lot of geniuses in the black community.
There are a lot of people that look at being black as a problem...
I didn't want to be black because we were becoming the problem.
But I'm proud to be black because how I represent myself....although small in comparison to the larger community have the potential to change it.
(Here's my post from Facebook)
Friday, August 21, 2015
Everybody Learns and Communicates Differently
Monday, July 13, 2015
Rise
I can't read your mind.
What you don't say will forever go unheard and misinterpreted as long as you continue to give some but not all of you. You speak in fragments, you start a sentence but never insert punction, you use symbols to say something but you're only using them to draw a picture.
...creating landscape images...
Plains, mountains, waterfalls...peace.
So many places i want to go with you, things I want to see,
air I want to taste...
I want you to breathe.
Let out the words you've been choking on for so long.
Breathe.
Say what you mean...
Allow yourself to interact with me naturally and just be.
Assuming that is what you want....
i could be wrong...
Saturday, July 11, 2015
I just be writin.....
Friday, July 03, 2015
Clarity
blinded by imperfection despite the fact that they see 20/20...
there's nothing to be mistaken or interpreted incorrectly...
it just is what it is...
nothing more, nothing less,
but never just you....
because that aint how our vision works....
we see others...
others see us....
and we search for our reflection in them...
in the people around us...
in nature....
and in life.
What you find is what you allow yourself to see.
Vision impairment can b corrected...is it always....no?
But it can be.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Wednesday, May 06, 2015
1:35am on a Tuesday
Love.
Something I dream about more awake than I do while sleeping even though most believe it's something that they're consciously feeling and seeing...
Love has no physical characteristic, so how can we possibly know what it is,...Love?
You don't decide.
You don't get to choose.
You don't get to pick with love.
You just do it.
Not even knowing what it is....
we must know and remember...
we have the power
and the strength
To Love.
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
PEOPLE!
Sunday, April 19, 2015
February 18, 2015 @ work
Torn down, beaten, neglected, and abused...
but indestructible.
Strong enough to make others believe
But weak enough to crumble with a single touch
A beautiful flower - now withered,
but still rooted in hopes of rebirth.
Potential defined.
Lost...
Confused...
Denied the opportunity to experience life...
To grow...
To just be...
Some there's no saving....trying to find themselves...
wandering aimlessly...refusing help...ready to give up.
For them it's hard to hope
In them it's hard to believe
But change is unpredictable, always attainable, and infinite in its existence when someone reaches deep within them-self or decides to reach out.
To Believe....
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Past.Present.Future Love
I spend a lot of time thinking about you...
I wonder...
Have the thoughts of you ever escaped my mind?
These thoughts resurface and the feelings I once felt become tangible again.
I smile.
I laugh.
I remember.
And I still love.
Despite forced distances we've managed to keep in touch, our reaches extended equally, though that's never been enough to really feel anything.
We still love.
We still grasp and hold tight to the understanding that us together just seems right.
We want it to be what it was, and what it was was unfinished.
So I wonder....
what will we become?
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Cotton Club Performance 2k12
But while they're doing that, what is it that we're aspiring to be?
Yes "I am a woman phenomenally, phenomenal woman that's me," but what good is that if it's not something the world can see.
We are the generation that has the potential to make change.
The future lies within us and it truly pisses me off to see folks consistently tryna make dollars instead.
Yes Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M., but this is life not a mug filled with caffeine.
Invest yourself in people cuz when you do it in banks nothing is really that interesting.
Do something more.
Learn something more.
Be something more.
Obama made history but us Kanyes out here doing it everyday and don't need a month will never get mentioning unless we're doin it for real.
Talk is cheap which definitely ain't a good deal; I'll use coupons on a shrink if I wanted that, someone to act like they care how I feel.
We need some repair, some restoration, rejuvenation.
We need everyone to get up and help rebuild this broke down nation.
Through the arts they made a difference back in the renaissance which you've seen; and through the decades when black power was their thing.
But today is a new day.
People are sick, sad, and hungry,
You wanna sit at the grown up table but what are you gonna bring?
The time is now and I'm just here asking how?
How are you gonna do better? How are you gonna inspire others? How are you gonna be different?
How are YOU gonna be the the change you wanna see?
Saturday, April 11, 2015
To dope...for this.
I'm the type of person that frees criminals because I see the imprisonment taking place in their mental state.
These people can't understand. They can't relate to common sense, they hate the world and fight in their own defense because they do not know true love.
They're not allowed to receive hugs...but they see that other people do.
They get kisses too.
But who wouldn't wanna wipe out the whole world by simply attacking our youth?
It's the lower class people that have parents who believe only white folks can b lethal and also anyone who points out that we are not all equals. That we are all different, we all have a deficit, we can't be equivalent, we're not positive people but we're the answer to this simple mathematical equation.
A negative and a negative equals more negative,...the cycle's repetitive. So why not support the people that we define in our minds, probably because in our own minds we're held captive with the same strength we have to find freedom.
Simply reading,...but beyond just the letters and symbols and other physical representations.
Using our imaginations but creating the world we want to live in.
Every person, is a prisoner because who you are is within.
#PS #MoretoCome #LovePeaceProgressionLive
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Mirror Work
Sometimes you just have to face the facts.
Admit to yourself that you messed up,
that you let yourself down,
that you can't blame anyone but yourself,
that you made the decision!
But also that you're human...
We all do it.
Own up to it.
You'll be forgiven by those that really love you.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Moment of Remembrance
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Good Evening.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Barricaded
These keys hold freedom in their possession.
They lock in the depressed and are the source of my oppression,
I spend 40 plus hours a week redirecting
and trying to give people hope
in a place that sees no purpose in perpetuating progression
but rather making money off of special kids who need help dealing with life lessons
....these keys are weapons.
Harming to those that hold them and painful to those left behind because when the door to the outside closes it's magnetized, and both sides realize that this barricade exists not only physically but also in their minds.
..mine saying...
how could you?
Make these kids slaves, lock them up like they're caged, call them by patients and problems instead of by their names while the other side in their mind says...
I'm never leaving this place,
I'm tired of seeing the same faces, but I want to know what it's like, I need some space...
is this what my whole life will be like?
Keys open doors.
who is holding the key to yours?
the key to your life...
the keys to your home...???
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Happy Birthday Father =)
Dear Father,
I love you.
When I was younger, I will admit, I disregarded your existence. Partly because I didn't want to be hurt is why I did that, but mainly because I didn't understand. But dad...you are a great man. As humans, none of us are perfect. But as children, which we all are, we hold expectations of perfection from those who parent us. It takes a certain level of maturity to love unconditionally, and that's what my love for you is now. We know what we've been through but I'm still your daughter and I still love you. I know feelings are mutual when I say that there's nothin I wouldn't do for you. I'm glad to be where we are. I'm happy to have your nose and your freckles and your feet. I'm happy to be me- and I'm only me because of you. Thank you...and i thank God for you. This is long overdue but here's your birthday letter. I wrote mom a couple when I was younger and you and I were distant but happy birthday pops, hope to see you soon and always, always, always...love you.
Danitra (Neeti)...your baby
