Thursday, April 14, 2016

Intro/10-6-2015...Day One

Dear World,

Hello...
    I feel like it's been forever since we've spoken.  During our time apart I've written a lot of letters that, opposite of this one, were written to God.  Prayers are intimate things, some of these letters essentially being those..., God has led me to share with you. I don't want to say too much else, except that, although I wrote these, I hope they benefit you.

#Love #Peace #Progression

Danitra

panitradope.blogspot.com

10-6-2015

Life doesn't seem real anymore.
For the past few days - I've been in purgatory.  I've been forced to reconsider what life is and what it really means to live.  I don't feel comfortable anymore.  I honestly am on the verge of tears.  I feel pressure from all different directions.  I have no job, no money, and no plans.  I want to make plans, but would almost prefer if they were made for me.  I know that I have no control over what happens, the people that surround me, or the environment and how it receives me.  I just know that I'm alive.  Well....I think I'm alive.
I question if this is what death feels like though.  The world is rotating around me.  It would appear as though all of those things are working together to decide my fate.  I feel sorry...lost...sad...excited - it's definitely a mixture.  God is real.  He has a plan.  But I have to acknowledge his voice in order to walk the right direction.  I don't know who I'll face in the end or when the end is coming, but now is the time to get ready.  I want a husband.  I want children.  I see that there are several prospects.  I'm growing impatient, but I have no choice but to wait.



Monday, January 18, 2016

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So I decided to go ahead and give it away...who needs Valentine's Day to show love anyway.....

S/O to MLK

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Monday, January 11, 2016

It's Never Too Late

It's never too late to start over.
I haven't done it in awhile but I don't know when's the last time I did it.
I love doing it...
but it's bad for me.
It makes me feel good...
but my parents don't like it
Honor thy father and thy mother right?
PLEASE!!!!!
I don't know what my life would be like without it
I don't know if I can live without it
I don't want to live without it for the rest of my life
PLEASE!!!!
Help me.

It's that simple.

Just ask for some help
If you can't do it alone....
Someone will help you

#PocketThoughts
         2.14.16
   Coming Soon...

  Happy Monday!

#LovePeaceProgression

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Memories

Sometimes I forget
but sometimes I remember
I've done this before

#dopehaiku
#LovePeaceProgression

Good morning all. Stay motivated. Stay peaceful. Stay encouraged.  Be patient. Be you.

Saturday, January 09, 2016

What Do I Deserve?

I feel like I should be able to have my cake and eat it too.  I'm a pretty good person if I do say so myself, but maybe that's a flaw.  The I part.

That's exactly why I feel good about me though.  People typically have nice things to say about me.
There is a "me"in team....
Just spelled wrong and with space in between and backwards.  But that's other people's saying...not really mine.

I don't think I have a saying for this.

Don't we all like I though?  Aren't we supposed to love ourselves? Shouldn't I want great things for myself?

Of course I should...because I deserve it.

But...you deserve it too =)

Friday, January 08, 2016

Soooo I watched Chiraq the other day...

Soooo I watched Chiraq the other day..

The purpose of Chiraq was not to educate people...but it was.  That's my take on it.
The movie itself is what sends a message.  People didn't support it because they thought it would be trash right?  But so what if it was.  Especially in the midst of all this black powerness.  Spike Lee is a historical figure.  In my eyes...mind you I haven't seen many "black" movies.  But I've seen a decent amount of Spike, not even knowing that I have I'm sure...and I rocks with him.  He got money...I don't.  He put a lot of familiar faces in that movie...that I know personally...aren't we supporting those people?  If not someone please explain to me the movie industry and how all of that works because I don't get it.  Aren't we supporting the people that make them or is it just the story.

People speak a lot of "game," but do they really represent that life.  Are they bout that life? Are we about that life?

I don't think we as a people are because if we as a people were we'd be supporting one another and assisting one another to prosper.  But maybe people are really that selfish.  Maybe people are really that scared.  Maybe people are smart and I'm dumb...I don't know.  But I know that Spike Lee can do something that I don't and won't do.  I know Bill Cosby can do something I don't and won't do...and I love them because they can do those things...period.  What types of lives do they live though?  What are they doing for our people?

Better question is what are you doing? And why?



Oh yea...Music was DOPE!!!!!!!!
And that's the bottom line cuz...(real ones know)

Thursday, January 07, 2016

Is the space you're in affecting you?

Is the space you're in affecting you?

I feel distant...Not close to anything familiar...lost. I once wrote...”I'm so lost don't know where I am going...left...right...nowhere. Blinded, can't see. Invisible can't feel...me.”

That's where I've been.

Every person, place, or thing I've known for 25 years...has all at once vanished. It's insane. And that's where I've gone...literally.

I'm currently awaiting psychological evaluation for the second time due to a few incidents I had recently. I've had far too many questions and not enough answers. I haven't sought answers to these questions because I believe there are none. But here lies the answer.

Writing....

Placing my thoughts on paper.

Me, myself, and I.

A great poet...a gifted writer...

Trapped in negative space. Uncomfortable space...but livable.

Trapped right where I need to be.

Writer's block


R.I.P.

#LovePeaceProgression

Find me

Where do you look when you've lost yourself?
Instinctively we look to our surroundings assuming that a piece of us has been misplaced amongst the weather changes and tradgedies
Sadly we find no trace
So we...look at the lives of those around us, those we've found and befriended and those that have found us looking for familiarity in their faces, their embraces, their conversations, and their touch
What's there?
Nothing much.
Not us.
Not what we're looking for or have lost, but there we at least find fragments of our own hearts that we've given away or invested and can feel a slight sense of completion

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Brick

I refuse to let you kill me
Wounded and scarred...
Bounded and bruised...
I'm too strong
Watch me fight back watch me claw
Get mauled

Sunday, November 15, 2015

My Trip

Soooo...
A couple weeks ago I was in the mental hospital.
The diagnosis was that I was on drugs and trippin basically.
But, to tell you all the truth...the trip didn't begin when everyone thinks it did.
I had been on my journey for awhile
Detaching myself from things and people
But towards a happier place...
It was the sweet outdoors...
nature...
and love was floating around all in it.
I was at such a peace.
Everything I saw was beautiful.
I didn't think anything of it because I knew that I was on my way towards some good news.
Everything that I could ever want or ask for was at the end of this journey and I just had to push forward.
Till I got there...

Being there helped me to understand what my problems and issues were, and not only that but to approach them and deal with them better so that the consequences hurt less.
That place became home to me.
A place for learning, a place for achieving and overcoming...
a place that's okay to visit but not okay to dwell for too long.

And to this day, I believe that it was just God's voice that I was following.

Long story short...
I'm saved.

Wednesday, November 04, 2015

Rebirth

I'm going to start just sharing how I feel on here.

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)

With everything that is going on, I'm going to finally address this...

I don't feel black.

Everyday I see #Blacklivesmatter and yes they do and yes they should but...
I don't even know how to define black culture.
Aside from naturally looking different, our music, and maybe some of our homecookin...I don't know what else it is
Maybe because I grew up with white friends
Listened to "white people" music
And only knew about being black from school.
I didn't really watch TV...
Pretty much only heard the music that was played on the radio.
But I didn't see color.
I still don't.
I see people and people with issues.
People who discriminate and are racist, angry, ignorant, selfish, impatient, misinformed, misguided, and need help.
White people.
Black people.
All people.
Most issues being faced today require and effect all people.
I'm sorry but I do not have faith that the black population will come together and make their situation...our situation...better.
Are they able to? Yes.
Black people, whenever there is community, are capable of transgressing as history has shown.
But history has also shown us how often that that has occurred.
The blame can't be entirely on everybody else because
meanwhile, with blacks lacking consistent unification...
those Jim Crow laws have undergone transformation and are lowkey running this entire nation.
It's more than police brutality
Ya'll think this stuff just started happening
Folks die everyday.
The media has been and is still controlling what you see...
Most folks out here are motivated by rage and anger because of it
Why not just be motivated by the right to be free?
To be a human being?
To breathe.
I can't breathe by having to identify as black on everything...but maybe that's just me.
I don't know enough about my heritage to comfortably claim anything.
I'm still learning.
While doing that I'm fighting for what I feel is right and speaking against what I feel is wrong, but last I checked right and wrong wasn't divided racially.
Ya know...I think I'm Native American actually and African American secondly, but I was born in Germany so I could even argue that as my nationality.
What really does any of it mean?
It's just an easy way for someone else to define me...
even though who raised us and where we grew up more accurately display who we're going to be.

Honestly though...
I'm sorry
this is just stuff I needed to get off my chest....
this is stuff that I believe.
I feel lost.
Stuck in the midst of all this chaos.
But it's not new to me.
I just don't understand why,
if we want to be treated equal,
that we don't remove the adjectives
and just be people.
     

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.....

Chapter 1
I was in the fifth grade when I realized I was different. I was able to look at things and recognize what bothered me about people. If my vocabulary were more extensive at that age, words and phrases like materialistic, self-centered, ignorant, and misguided would have ran through my mind. But instead words like stupid and hoes filled my mouth.
Ignorance and intelligence are birthed at an early age, sometimes simultaneously.

The Cost of Education
We spend a lot of our time on this earth not knowing things. We live in order to seek out and find answers. Where we find those answers however, differ from person to person. It is very easy to worsen your situation by looking for answers in the wrong places. You begin justifying yourself as opposed to seeking justification. We as people come up with a million reasons as to why we do certain things or as to why things are the way that they are. Even though in reality, gaining knowledge and knowing the real reasons behind these things is much more cost efficient.

It's free to educate yourself. But people consistently choose to wrap their minds around the physical cost of education rather than how readily accessible it already is, with or without the money. People allow cost to deter them from being determined. We should be so determined to gain knowledge that we will do whatever it takes to obtain it. Schools are not the only place to learn and I don't think that school is for everybody. However, in order to succeed in the way that society defines, a school education necessary. Now, that doesn't mean that you can't be successful without school. You can change the world without ever going to school.

The things we experience in life and the situations we're placed in teach lessons, lessons that can't be taught in school. I see myself as intelligent not because I got good grades in school and not because I have a degree, but because I've learned from my mistakes and have grown as a person. With knowledge comes growth. It's impossible to learn and there not be growth in some fashion. We get older, we get wiser, and our overall capacity for knowledge is heightened. Nobody can take away your ability to educate yourself. We innately manufacture excuses as to why we do not excel when really there are none valid. Think about it. We're created to interact with each other and our environment. As soon as we're born we respond to our surroundings, we adapt, and we learn. If an infant, fresh out of the womb has the ability to educate his or herself, then what's stopping you?
Don't let society discourage you. Money doesn't matter, otherwise we would have been born with it. You have everything you need to get whatever you need. The only question you must pose is what don't you know, what do you want to know, what do you need to know, and what do you want to do with that knowledge? Do you want to be happy or do you want to be wealthy?


Friday, July 03, 2015

Clarity

Some people really just can't see beyond themselves....
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.

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

1:35am on a Tuesday

I never know when it's gonna hit me...
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.