To love, to loathe, to live, to laugh…to grow increasingly bitter with each setback, each person who disappoints, each selfish moment, each unnecessary lie, each hateful act of omission and/or commission. I’m a cauldron of disenfranchisement; NOT a little teapot! My sarcasm has become duller than a dollar store plastic knife. The expiration date on my mind is long past due. And there is no recall.
So I have a great question/observation here…why do white women with mixed children generally look at me as though I’m EITHER a great threat to them, their children OR their man…ORRRRR I have all the solutions for their daughters’s hair care….whut da whut?
I protest:I’m not mixed,and its taken me 40+ years to grow into loving MY own hair,thank ye kindly. Meanwhile, the world has far more pressing problems than my insecure ash worrying about hair, complexion, racial standards and the like….until next time; you COULD meet me AT the water cooler. …but I’m far too cool to be thirsty.
I speak life…to those who are dying & broken
I breathe hope – to them who’s hearts beat words unspoken.
I speak love…to those who are growing weary in they soul
I breathe back – into existence youth & dreams for the old.
I speak laughter…to those who are sad & teary-eyed
I breathe truth – to them who have only ever heard lies.
I speak liberty…to those for whom shackles are daily adornments
I breathe freedoms – made manifest to them what feels they haven’t earned it.
I speak low…in a still voice for those who will listen
I breathe my last – so caged mockingbirds have the air to keep whistling.
It appears – that I MUST now-a-days
Most carefully – watch e’rythaing I say
For fear of offending those along my way
My yae & my nay – have all become my “may”…
Be…cause I only speak in jest
This could end up w/my arrest
Or at best…on Jerry I shall be a guest. ..
The Freedom to speak my mind
To the free, the dumb, the blind, the prejudiced who have become…
The arbitrators of what is couth
I turn to will and say FORSOOTH…
For them fokes – afraid to say their pieces
of declaration, salvation, and love of Jesus
Hell; Stewie says worse & Homer salutesJeebus?
And none of this offends the masses?
Cuz 9 out of 10 of them some __________
Fill in the blank on your own – some
I proclaim my GOD, tho’ at times I do feel lonesome on this journey w/only my
Savior to guide me – FCC/CIA can ride me…
But I gots the Holy Spirit rite churre besides me.
C – I don’t call GHOSTBUSTERS when evil knocks on my do’
&:my kneecaps STAY ashy being on my flo’…
if I can’t say what I want and believe; when I desire – about that which I wish w/an
Then…what ain’t necessarily so; dictates WHY I AIN’T GWON SAY NO MO!
Hey, I’ve attended college (I would have said “gone to college, but that leaves so much open for interpretation…) got a degree, learned about other cultures and cool ‘stuff’…EVEN did a theological class OR TWO. Yet…some days I just don’t “get” the big worded mumbly jumble that spews from the minds of those who are currently in seminary/theological/bible school…there’s this seemingly endless supply of WORDS that mean nothing, but sound delicious (In the time it takes to not only look up the definition of most of the words, you could have just said the point and moved on, heck, you could have finished the entire speech).
I know that someone is going to be ready to take me to task about this, HOWEVER, if college educated people are scratching their heads trying to figure out what you said/wrote…how do you expect others less learned to over OR understand you?
That’s when teeny-tiny light bulbs EXPLODE! The actual intention of your ‘dissertation’ IS to confuse, confound and contain the masses WHILE showing just how many dictionary/thesaurus words you can concoct and say nearly nothing at all.
Ah ha! Foiled and shrink-wrapped again evil, boastful literati! Mediocrity wins again!
Now for those whose vastly enlarged cerebra may NOT be developed enough to “get” sarcasm…you’re going to be slightly vexed by this. To that offense I shall add (because being in for a penny isn’t nearly as much fun as being overweight…it’ll come to you EVENTUALLY) that even GOD doesn’t care for boastful, wordy braggarts; your mewlings are like eels….just slipping out of your mouths with the intention of intimidation.
I’m sure you can do better, you choose to act as though you are better and that reads to me AS BITTER….get Ya hearts right and your minds will follow. Know that uneducated does not necessarily mean ig’nant; however, education doesn’t always equal wisdom.
Good day sir and ma’am, I SAY GOOD DAY!
Some days it just doesn’t pay to get outta bed; WHERE tha fugg is THIS job at? I could TOTALLY AGREE to working on waking.
When the heart and mind combines? You really don’t have ANY room to grow; think about it…your body just isn’t built that way…
Pet peeves? Oxymoron much? I’m sure that pets are something you like/LOVE; whereas peeves are kinda things you hate.
First things first? Were they going to be a CLOSE second?
For the sake of argument? Really? Because debating may turn some people “on”…however, fussing just to hear the sound of your own voice? Peeve!
It’s not just a song from the movie Cooley High…it’s a question and concern LOTS of us have about LOTS of people, places and situations in our lives.
How DO we say goodbye to the very things that we love and YET don’t love us back?
We learn the difference between letting go and giving up; letting go of a bad habit can increase longevity and productivity in your life. Giving up tends to decrease the best in you and your interests.
Letting go means that you have arrived at the destination of informed choices and have DECIDED to part, go about your separate ways and NOT ONLY wish one another well (at least do so for yourself), you are looking forward to being and bringing the best “YOU” possible to the table.
Giving up means that the surrender is deep: it’s the only way you seem to survive…it’s a pessimistic view of EVERYTHING in your life…and rarely allows for growth, change, chances, OR having a blessed future. Furthermore, giving up DECREASES your likelihood of even IMAGINING a life FULL of opportunities for YOU.
I’m no quitter and YET saying goodbye to the very things that are harmful, hateful and not in the least bit helpful has become easier than ever before.
So to all the hateful heffas who have nothing better to do with THEIR lives; while you may never read this post, I know that letting you go far, far away from me is the best way for me to grow stronger, better, smarter, faster. And it dinnint even kill me.