They always say coincidences happen in three's. People are more familiar with things happening in three's when death is involved. I know in my twenty-six years of living I have found this to be true. Recently, Doris Roberts, mother from "Everybody Loves Raymond" passed away. Couple days later WWE Women's Champion and one of my favorite wrestlers, Chyna suddenly died. To add insult to injury, I only knew about their deaths because Prince died the following day. It was a Thursday to be exact. Meanwhile the prince of England was in NYC appointing the next royal heir of hierarchy while millions of people mourned the loss of "The Artist Formally Known as Prince." Don't worry, this post isn't about conspiracy and how a higher government power may or may not have had anything to do with their deaths, all I know is things happen in three's very particularly in my life.
Back in high school I met this guy who had just moved to the neighborhood. He was quiet and I could tell he had a lot going on that none of us junior/seniors could ever imagine. Our biggest issues were dealing with parents getting divorced, prom, and graduating, but I knew there was something different in his eyes. We became friends and over time we shared secrets with one another creating a bond that could never be broken.
In 2008 I moved away and lost contact with him. Life moved on and I paraded toward a college experience filled with friends, self-discovery, strengths and weaknesses. Few years later, one day I was walking my dog on the trail we had marked around my apartment complex. I assumed everything would be the same that day; workout and meditate, feed the dog, go for a walk, come back and do some homework. This time my dog was pulling me in another direction. I didn't understand why she wanted to go off the path but once I began listening, the back of my mind told me to go where she wanted. Finally, I listened and walked her down the right path (because the route was literally toward the left) my friend from high school called out my name and came jogging into view. WTH??
We stayed in contact as much as we could but like coincidences we lost track again. I was progressing further in my writing career, traveling around the Midwest meeting new people, realizing just how much I enjoyed being a freelance journalist writing and interviewing artist of all types. I created this blog and posted much of my admiration for the world to see.
Third time was a charm last year in 2015 when I wrestled with the idea of deactivating my Facebook page. I was dealing with stress and a recent breakup and I just didn't want to be bothered by anyone or anything. Within 15 minutes of deleting my page something kept pulling at my ears to get back online. I kept questioning WHY? There isn't anything on there for me, I don't want it. Again finally I listened and AS SOON AS I LOGGED BACK IN GUESS WHO WAS IN MY INBOX? The man who has become my backbone and best friend. Everything happens in three's for me. Specifically with this one guy situation. I didn't realize how important he was until after the second time we reconnected. Still, life goes on.
Normal transition here.
Amos Brown passed away early November 2015 leaving behind loyal listeners and a host of political leaders and community activist here in Indianapolis. He was a radio personality on AM 1310 "The Light" and host of Afternoons with Amos. He was the voice for all citizens in the city more so for the black demographic. He kept it real no matter what. I remember meeting him for the first time at Ivy Tech Community College for a speaker series. His words still motivate me to this day, "never stop writing and follow your dreams." When I heard of his passing I was devastated. His death was so sudden leaving many feeling empty not just for his death but the voice of the black community. No one ever said he would be replaceable, not even Pastor Michael K. Jones host of Community Connection, which he took over in March after Brown had passed.
When given the opportunity to host the show, Jones said, “I'm fortunate to stand on something I didn't build, to be able to continue something I didn't start. I could never fill Amos's shoes. I just hope to be a voice that his shoes will say, 'That's what I want to see after me.' That's the best I can offer." (Indianapolis Recorder) Tuesday July 26, 2016 he passed away from a heart attack. I didn't tune in as often as I did when Brown ran the show but I can honestly say the Community Connection was a band-aide over the loss. He didn't shy away from criticism nor did he come on air trying to be someone he was not. He genuinely cared for the people by allowing honest feedback from new and old callers and listeners.
I heard the news of his death today when I decided to tune in and listen. I was expecting to hear something about the shootings that happened yesterday in broad daylight. Not of him passing away, leaving an even bigger scar over the wound Brown had left. All of our leaders are dying! Black on black killings continue everyday during this hot summer. "Who are we to lean on now?" is the thought that ran through my mind upon realizing the truth. Just take a look at what happened YESTERDAY:7/26/16 IN BROAD DAY.
Everybody should know by now to not stop at that gas station. The shooting continued further down at the next station on 38th and Sherman. SMH. A wise person said, "Our leaders are being taken by the Most High maybe because the battle isn't there's, it is ours." Dammit. In the words of Pac, "they say it ain't no hope for the youth but the truth is there ain't no hope for the future." Everything happens in three's.
Last Saturday my family and I buried my aunt after 53 years of life. My best friend buried his grandmother of 90 yrs on Friday. Sunday was silent. Monday Pastor Mike Jones did his last Community Connection radio show, went to bed that night and passed away Tuesday Morning. It happens in three's. Yet still life goes on.
I don't want to end this on a negative tone. It is truly up to my generation to be the leaders for the kids growing up behind us. We have to soak up all the wisdom our parents and grandparents have while they are still around in order for us to keep going. The media tricks all of us, whether you want to believe it or not, to forget the morals and values we were taught as a child. Discretion is pretty much nonexistent these days; everything is out in the open. I know for myself that these things are suppose to happen. We are suppose to have chips in our debit/credit cards and pets. We are suppose to be on one television network ridding away with basic antenna channels all for a flat screen TV and a cable provider. Most people are #firestickswaggin now-a-days. All I can do is pray and grind myself to be in a position to lead the youth in the path of righteousness.
All I got is me.
#WonLuv
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Bending color lines effortlessly...
He wrote me love letters in blue ink.
Blue flowers with petals fading pink were decorated
Blue flowers with petals fading pink were decorated
along the bottom portion of the plain white sheet.
He was very meticulous.
Very careful.
He said lines were restricting, held too many barriers.
He wanted to be free.
Dared to have a space where words flowed completely,
Assumed the responsibility to allow my love to burn sweet
He was very meticulous.
Very careful.
He said lines were restricting, held too many barriers.
He wanted to be free.
Dared to have a space where words flowed completely,
Assumed the responsibility to allow my love to burn sweet
from my eyes and down my cheek.
He knew just how much I adore metaphors and simile,
He knew just how much I adore metaphors and simile,
simple haikus dressed in fashionable soliloquy.
Telling me he loved me and that he'd never hurt me,
Never judge me,
Just letting me be,
Never judge me,
Just letting me be,
he knew how much it would mean to me.
And this letter was quite the same.
Delivered in the mail under the same name
arriving to my home the same time on a Wednesday.
Though I did not rush to open this one.
I waited.
Waited until midnight just when an orange moon shined the brightest
I waited.
Waited until midnight just when an orange moon shined the brightest
from my bedroom window and the stars lingered awhile...
Red and yellow petals fell onto the bed.
Sand covered parts of my hand as I slowly began to read all he said.
Sand covered parts of my hand as I slowly began to read all he said.
The white paper was wrinkled and the ink this time was black.
He seemed rushed.
He seemed rushed.
No matter how patient I tried to read,
his thoughts poured quickly.
Words were scribbled out as if he forgotten how to talk to me.
Words were scribbled out as if he forgotten how to talk to me.
I once found his italic handwriting sexy and discreet
but now everything seemed so sarcastic and matter-of-factly...
He urged that no matter what he loved me.
Found peace in my eyes and something everlasting within me.
He recalled the long nights at the beach,
He recalled the long nights at the beach,
staying up listening to the waves crash upon our feet.
Said he never done it before, just up talking.
And the night we sealed our love became more than just a fantasy.
The world around us seem nonexistent.
The world around us seem nonexistent.
Politics didn't matter.
Hate didn't matter.
The fact that we snuck around for a year and a half
lying to friends and family to share time away.
To love in a world so different than our own.
To love in a world so different than our own.
A black woman from Harlem.
Falling in love with a man from Europe.
A man whose ancestors controlled all that I stood for
was now doing to me what they did to them.
Strengthened by body.
Making my mind weak.
Making my mind weak.
How could he do this to me...
The black ink forged on the page showed his frustration.
The urgency to let me down easy took hold of me...
The last butterfly that lived in my belly took flight.
From my eyes soared away for all eternity.
I'll never forget the times Love was true, open and free...
Paralectra Divine.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
When the time is right
When we met it was unexpected. Neither of us thought two and a half years would blossom before our eyes uncovering just how artistic and creative we could push ourselves under the right amount of pressure.
Our first date was at a museum. The last time I'd been there was for a paper in college a couple years prior. Everything was simple and plain. We actually had a tour guide explaining the different paintings from Neo classic style to African studies to Western colonial expressionism. Simple.
The greatest part of our evening was just before sunset. We walked through the trail and my flip-flop broke. I bent down picked it up and kept walking down the trail.
Right before leaving he kissed me. Before I could ask he answered, "because you're beautiful, unique, humble and simple." You're flip-flop broke almost fifteen minutes ago and you haven't complained yet. Not at all. Most women would and I'd have to deal with it. But you're different. Never change."
Sweet simple words from a young man trying to be king. The fact that it meant so much to him, to not sweat the minor things that happen at the snap of a finger, in turn means a lot to me now. Considering it has been roughly five years since we spoke like we were true friends and not awkwardly search for words that sound like "hey I miss you and would it be too weird to start over and be friends again?"
Also since then I've stepped inside my feelings more times than I should, losing parts of that ease and confidence I had before. Still, it is acknowledged and appreciated.
Our first date was at a museum. The last time I'd been there was for a paper in college a couple years prior. Everything was simple and plain. We actually had a tour guide explaining the different paintings from Neo classic style to African studies to Western colonial expressionism. Simple.
The greatest part of our evening was just before sunset. We walked through the trail and my flip-flop broke. I bent down picked it up and kept walking down the trail.
Right before leaving he kissed me. Before I could ask he answered, "because you're beautiful, unique, humble and simple." You're flip-flop broke almost fifteen minutes ago and you haven't complained yet. Not at all. Most women would and I'd have to deal with it. But you're different. Never change."
Sweet simple words from a young man trying to be king. The fact that it meant so much to him, to not sweat the minor things that happen at the snap of a finger, in turn means a lot to me now. Considering it has been roughly five years since we spoke like we were true friends and not awkwardly search for words that sound like "hey I miss you and would it be too weird to start over and be friends again?"
Also since then I've stepped inside my feelings more times than I should, losing parts of that ease and confidence I had before. Still, it is acknowledged and appreciated.
Peace, Love, Light
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Freewrite
With so much going on the world, its hard to find a solid line to abide to. As a matter of fact every line has been crossed and blurred together, people no longer understand what is wrong and right. Everything has a "politically correct" undertone to morals and values. Earlier I saw a story on the news about a legally married lesbian couple who recently had a child together, suing Indiana because the biological mother wasn't documented on the birth certificate. Usually, in an heterosexual marriage, the father of the child is recorded and everyone goes home happy with a healthy newborn.
Coincidentally, the child has a rare health condition which I guess is incurable considering "only about 40-45 cases found around the world" thus to me adds insult to injury in this situation even more. No matter how many support groups there are, no matter how many rallies or civil right movements are created, I believe homosexuality is wrong. It is not normal in the sense of raising children, the family aspect not to mention it frays against biblical standards.
However, do I befriend those who choose to date within the same sex? Hell no. I respect everyone I come in contact with and to be frank it isn't none of my business who does anything with whoever.
What I do have an issue with is the lack of DISCRETION.
It seems like homosexual people just can't wait to announce their sexuality to the world hence the "I'm here, I'm queer" notion. Who cares? Once upon a time there was a closet in which these kind of people would dwell. Also I realize I'm treading across thin ice speaking on this topic but this shit is getting out of control. Everyone has a right to freedom but dig this; when someone goes out their way to break a rule or advocate a change, the same rules do not apply to that person. They are overstepping a boundary, demanding a change and forcing a new set of ground rules to apply those who felt oppressed. For some people to compare civil rights and slavery to LGBTQ rights is demeaning to the culture, the fight in the families who endured such atrocious treatment plus the lifelong punishment of the mere memory of being a slave - IT IS NOT THE SAME.
Once we were considered "freed" we ventured off to our own lands to create our own. Thank you for finally seeing our point of view and letting us be free in a strange land, now we shall be our own bosses, doctors, craftsmen, nurses, teachers, stock brokers, etcetera . Black Wall Street was booming in small communities across the US at one point and time until distrust demolished once more what was created.
Homosexual couples are crying out for attention just because they can and yes they have a right to. It just gets tiring after a while. I accept the single people and couples that live their lives accordingly without the permission of a governing system. Truth is you are the company you keep. I don't associate myself in that crowd just as much as I wouldn't with bluegrass country singers, punk rockers or anything else that doesn't make me, me. But nowadays, that simple preference makes me a hater promoting hate speech right? Riight.
It makes no sense to me why the biological mother wasn't placed on the birth certificate in the aforementioned news story. They are raising a child in a same-sex household. She will grow like any other child facing minor to major dilemmas in a household filled with love and partnership, AS THEY SHOULD. Once she becomes of age, questions will be asked, ridicule will happen thus creating a circle of human rights, morality, values, discretion, judgement, self love and a slew of other natural shit people go through once reaching adulthood.
Furthermore, shit is just out of hand and things are sadly suppose to get worse. What was once a fine line of integrity, goals, morals and etiquette have all blended together in a weird broken washing machine spitting out incomplete half raised kids and washed up humans full of stupid ass justifications pairing with illogical philosophy just for a society to call it a "social norm." I am my own grandmother, and there is some sick shit happening in the world today.
Coincidentally, the child has a rare health condition which I guess is incurable considering "only about 40-45 cases found around the world" thus to me adds insult to injury in this situation even more. No matter how many support groups there are, no matter how many rallies or civil right movements are created, I believe homosexuality is wrong. It is not normal in the sense of raising children, the family aspect not to mention it frays against biblical standards.
However, do I befriend those who choose to date within the same sex? Hell no. I respect everyone I come in contact with and to be frank it isn't none of my business who does anything with whoever.
What I do have an issue with is the lack of DISCRETION.
It seems like homosexual people just can't wait to announce their sexuality to the world hence the "I'm here, I'm queer" notion. Who cares? Once upon a time there was a closet in which these kind of people would dwell. Also I realize I'm treading across thin ice speaking on this topic but this shit is getting out of control. Everyone has a right to freedom but dig this; when someone goes out their way to break a rule or advocate a change, the same rules do not apply to that person. They are overstepping a boundary, demanding a change and forcing a new set of ground rules to apply those who felt oppressed. For some people to compare civil rights and slavery to LGBTQ rights is demeaning to the culture, the fight in the families who endured such atrocious treatment plus the lifelong punishment of the mere memory of being a slave - IT IS NOT THE SAME.
Once we were considered "freed" we ventured off to our own lands to create our own. Thank you for finally seeing our point of view and letting us be free in a strange land, now we shall be our own bosses, doctors, craftsmen, nurses, teachers, stock brokers, etcetera . Black Wall Street was booming in small communities across the US at one point and time until distrust demolished once more what was created.
Homosexual couples are crying out for attention just because they can and yes they have a right to. It just gets tiring after a while. I accept the single people and couples that live their lives accordingly without the permission of a governing system. Truth is you are the company you keep. I don't associate myself in that crowd just as much as I wouldn't with bluegrass country singers, punk rockers or anything else that doesn't make me, me. But nowadays, that simple preference makes me a hater promoting hate speech right? Riight.
It makes no sense to me why the biological mother wasn't placed on the birth certificate in the aforementioned news story. They are raising a child in a same-sex household. She will grow like any other child facing minor to major dilemmas in a household filled with love and partnership, AS THEY SHOULD. Once she becomes of age, questions will be asked, ridicule will happen thus creating a circle of human rights, morality, values, discretion, judgement, self love and a slew of other natural shit people go through once reaching adulthood.
Furthermore, shit is just out of hand and things are sadly suppose to get worse. What was once a fine line of integrity, goals, morals and etiquette have all blended together in a weird broken washing machine spitting out incomplete half raised kids and washed up humans full of stupid ass justifications pairing with illogical philosophy just for a society to call it a "social norm." I am my own grandmother, and there is some sick shit happening in the world today.
Racial Wealth Gap
Trying to rely on some good ole media to lift some the procrastination I've been feeling for weeks. For the most part the research I reviewed today helped. One day soon I would like to be an entrepreneur providing communities with empowering perspectives on the world around them. Some of those ideas will stem from a outreach programs for the youth and young adults that are not in favor of traditional school teachings. Some of these meetings will have influential key note speakers that will raise awareness in our heritage, gaining and keeping our black power as we move toward a new world order.
I found Tai Lopez through a YouTube ad who coincidentally spoke at a Ted X event a few months ago. He overcame difficult times by holding onto his entrepreneurial instincts by taking the necessary risk towards success. He now lives in Beverly Hills in a huge house with a Lambo and a Ferrari. Great right?
With his story he also dropped knowledge about how we too can overcome the pressures of life in a 67 day step towards success and taking charge of the three simple keys of life: Know Life's Purpose, Win friends and Influence People (which is actually a book) and Motivation - Procrastination. He also shared his idea of successfully climbing a "pyramid of wealth". All of which I paid attention and wrote notes for myself.
There comes a time in one's life when coincidence isn't just something that happens in life. It actually happens on purpose. Today started off great. Slowly turned boring, made a left turn at angry and now I've somehow ended up researching how to create a business plan, executive summaries, and market analysis. Today was ordained by the Most High which means no matter how much I procrastinate He will guide me back to where I belong... which will still have me question, "what street am I on again?"
Even though everything Tai Lopez spoke about was right on I couldn't help but question the validity of his success. In other words, THAT WORKED FOR YOU, BUT WILL IT WORK FOR ME AND MY DARK SKINNED BROTHERS AND SISTERS??
So, after a couple revised Google searches we land in Racial Wealth Gap given to the public by Forbes.com under the personal finance division. Basically, the Latinos are winning by a 2% homeowner margin, 20% of us complete a four year college degree, while white families receive A+ status all across the board. Check the link and see for yourself. Not just for this information but for yourself in the power of wisdom, knowledge and understanding in all areas of blackness.
Take a look at the images below. The colorful pyramid is a concept drawn from Abraham Maslow who wrote about human motivation through psychology. The black and white image is a more specific run down of the stages as one may journey through toward enlightenment. If you use these images throughout your life you'll soon realize each phase repeats itself in different ways. The road to self mastery isn't an easy one but with enough patience and willingness to grow the route will become easier.
WonLuv
I found Tai Lopez through a YouTube ad who coincidentally spoke at a Ted X event a few months ago. He overcame difficult times by holding onto his entrepreneurial instincts by taking the necessary risk towards success. He now lives in Beverly Hills in a huge house with a Lambo and a Ferrari. Great right?
With his story he also dropped knowledge about how we too can overcome the pressures of life in a 67 day step towards success and taking charge of the three simple keys of life: Know Life's Purpose, Win friends and Influence People (which is actually a book) and Motivation - Procrastination. He also shared his idea of successfully climbing a "pyramid of wealth". All of which I paid attention and wrote notes for myself.
There comes a time in one's life when coincidence isn't just something that happens in life. It actually happens on purpose. Today started off great. Slowly turned boring, made a left turn at angry and now I've somehow ended up researching how to create a business plan, executive summaries, and market analysis. Today was ordained by the Most High which means no matter how much I procrastinate He will guide me back to where I belong... which will still have me question, "what street am I on again?"
Even though everything Tai Lopez spoke about was right on I couldn't help but question the validity of his success. In other words, THAT WORKED FOR YOU, BUT WILL IT WORK FOR ME AND MY DARK SKINNED BROTHERS AND SISTERS??
So, after a couple revised Google searches we land in Racial Wealth Gap given to the public by Forbes.com under the personal finance division. Basically, the Latinos are winning by a 2% homeowner margin, 20% of us complete a four year college degree, while white families receive A+ status all across the board. Check the link and see for yourself. Not just for this information but for yourself in the power of wisdom, knowledge and understanding in all areas of blackness.
Take a look at the images below. The colorful pyramid is a concept drawn from Abraham Maslow who wrote about human motivation through psychology. The black and white image is a more specific run down of the stages as one may journey through toward enlightenment. If you use these images throughout your life you'll soon realize each phase repeats itself in different ways. The road to self mastery isn't an easy one but with enough patience and willingness to grow the route will become easier.
WonLuv
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
And it begins...
According to the LA Times:
"The first bill up for a remake is the $10, as part of Treasury's
ongoing efforts to incorporate anti-counterfeiting technologies.
With Hamilton's position secure, and with the Obama administration
under pressure to add diversity to the currency, Lew's compromise
is to replace a picture of the Treasury building on the back of the
$10 with leaders of the suffrage movement — Sojourner Truth,
Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Alice Paul and Lucretia Mott.
The back of the $5 bill will also be redesigned to include opera singer
Marian Anderson, First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and civil rights
leader Martin Luther King Jr.
Some historians believe the flood of new faces on American
currency could mark a shift in attitudes toward role models.
“Andrew Jackson is what we used to think of as a great American hero,” said Brenda Stevenson, UCLA professor of history and African American studies. “He stood for the white, male political and economic elite, with great military honor associated with him. "
So we are clearly preparing for the New World Order and one currency craze and all the other conspiracy theories YouTube will allow. "Smells like new money! Yay!"
We can finally put down our picket signs of racism and grab each other by the hand and sing Kumbya in unison. Finally, a break through.
In the words of G Herbo, "Don't talk to me if you ain't got them Tubmans!"
In the words of Tariq Nasheed, "We need to understand back handed compliments."
In my words, I'm gonna hold onto the current currency in a box underground because I smell bullshit.
But lets take a look at the last statement.
Just the bold part to be clear.
HOW CAN THAT BE POSSIBLE????
And guess what people...
She's A BLACK WOMAN!!
I'm definitely throwing shade and offering seats because that's one clear example of a contradiction. She has to follow a curriculum mandated by the university thus giving a 101 lesson in black history to black students that probably aren't the majority in the class anyway. Black people should not have to pay tuition for an African American studies class. It should be one of those special accredited classes that look good on the transcript and even better in the pockets; FREE. Lets be honest, there's not a lot of black folk that utilizes independent study to learn about our history. Everything we've been taught since grade school blossomed into beliefs and rights we hold to a level of standard to adulthood.
That is until we realized everything we learned was a damn lie. It wasn't until we learned there were 5 black presidents before George Washington, and Abraham Lincoln wasn't sent by God to free us, did we as black people begin to question everything around us. I'm reminded of a quote I'm sure founded by a Greek philosopher, "the more we begin to know, we realize we know nothing at all."
It's like that old Brown Mackie University commercial that aired during daytime television, "I don't have a job because I didn't go to school. I didn't go to school because I had no money, I have no money because I don't have a job, I don't have a job because I didn't go to school!"
And the cycle of destruction and confusion continues on like that long ass Lamb Chops song that never fucking ended...
Ok.
Please. Be Aware of the Side Tracks.
WonLuv
"The first bill up for a remake is the $10, as part of Treasury's
ongoing efforts to incorporate anti-counterfeiting technologies.
With Hamilton's position secure, and with the Obama administration
under pressure to add diversity to the currency, Lew's compromise
is to replace a picture of the Treasury building on the back of the
$10 with leaders of the suffrage movement — Sojourner Truth,
Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Alice Paul and Lucretia Mott.
The back of the $5 bill will also be redesigned to include opera singer
Marian Anderson, First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and civil rights
leader Martin Luther King Jr.
Some historians believe the flood of new faces on American
currency could mark a shift in attitudes toward role models.
“Andrew Jackson is what we used to think of as a great American hero,” said Brenda Stevenson, UCLA professor of history and African American studies. “He stood for the white, male political and economic elite, with great military honor associated with him. "
So we are clearly preparing for the New World Order and one currency craze and all the other conspiracy theories YouTube will allow. "Smells like new money! Yay!"
We can finally put down our picket signs of racism and grab each other by the hand and sing Kumbya in unison. Finally, a break through.
In the words of G Herbo, "Don't talk to me if you ain't got them Tubmans!"
In the words of Tariq Nasheed, "We need to understand back handed compliments."
In my words, I'm gonna hold onto the current currency in a box underground because I smell bullshit.
But lets take a look at the last statement.
Just the bold part to be clear.
HOW CAN THAT BE POSSIBLE????
And guess what people...
She's A BLACK WOMAN!!
I'm definitely throwing shade and offering seats because that's one clear example of a contradiction. She has to follow a curriculum mandated by the university thus giving a 101 lesson in black history to black students that probably aren't the majority in the class anyway. Black people should not have to pay tuition for an African American studies class. It should be one of those special accredited classes that look good on the transcript and even better in the pockets; FREE. Lets be honest, there's not a lot of black folk that utilizes independent study to learn about our history. Everything we've been taught since grade school blossomed into beliefs and rights we hold to a level of standard to adulthood.
That is until we realized everything we learned was a damn lie. It wasn't until we learned there were 5 black presidents before George Washington, and Abraham Lincoln wasn't sent by God to free us, did we as black people begin to question everything around us. I'm reminded of a quote I'm sure founded by a Greek philosopher, "the more we begin to know, we realize we know nothing at all."
It's like that old Brown Mackie University commercial that aired during daytime television, "I don't have a job because I didn't go to school. I didn't go to school because I had no money, I have no money because I don't have a job, I don't have a job because I didn't go to school!"
And the cycle of destruction and confusion continues on like that long ass Lamb Chops song that never fucking ended...
Ok.
Please. Be Aware of the Side Tracks.
WonLuv
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
To Grow Before its Too Late
January 2016 was the beginning of change for me. I am 26 years old and still finding my way. I left a dead end job about a week ago and to say the least this process is not easy. Truth is I don't want a job. I don't want to work in a warehouse setting (which always have immediate openings) with long hours and a random point system. I don't want to commit to a "slave mentality, working for the white man" agenda. I don't want to become so reliant upon government assistance that a food stamp decrease for the month fucks up my mood, causes me to second guess the information I submitted, etcetera, etcetera.
Have you ever purchased food with a snap card? Oh the humility! Imagine walking into a Whole Foods Store, Fresh Thyme Market or a Market Fresh for groceries. After you've realized the food is way better in terms of quality and spending next to Wal-Mart or a Krogers, you push your shit to check out just to whip out an EBT card?? Mind you, some locations DON'T EVEN ACCEPT IT, how will you feel with Mary Ann standing in line behind you and Rebecca at the register giving you the "wtf is that for a payment" face? I digress. Sure, who cares right? Am I giving them a reason to criticize me or should I be proud of a statistic that says something about white people being more dependent on food stamps than black people? Anyway, I have certainly taken a left turn. Maybe that should be the title of this one; "Be Aware of the Side Tracks." Lol. I actually like that.
The purpose of this ... expose` of writing is to really pinpoint where I fucked up in life. There are many moments of expertise and precision where I built toward goals and created lasting relationships among people. I've had jobs that I didn't think would inspire growth at all that turned around to be the catalyst for some of my success. My pops always told me, "there has to be a balance between life and death, and good and evil because that is all that is out here."
This is the beginning of finally turning over a new leaf: Memoirs of a Lyricist. My best friend and I are on a mission. He is my support, my backbone and the inspiration for what is to come. Stay tuned.
Have you ever purchased food with a snap card? Oh the humility! Imagine walking into a Whole Foods Store, Fresh Thyme Market or a Market Fresh for groceries. After you've realized the food is way better in terms of quality and spending next to Wal-Mart or a Krogers, you push your shit to check out just to whip out an EBT card?? Mind you, some locations DON'T EVEN ACCEPT IT, how will you feel with Mary Ann standing in line behind you and Rebecca at the register giving you the "wtf is that for a payment" face? I digress. Sure, who cares right? Am I giving them a reason to criticize me or should I be proud of a statistic that says something about white people being more dependent on food stamps than black people? Anyway, I have certainly taken a left turn. Maybe that should be the title of this one; "Be Aware of the Side Tracks." Lol. I actually like that.
The purpose of this ... expose` of writing is to really pinpoint where I fucked up in life. There are many moments of expertise and precision where I built toward goals and created lasting relationships among people. I've had jobs that I didn't think would inspire growth at all that turned around to be the catalyst for some of my success. My pops always told me, "there has to be a balance between life and death, and good and evil because that is all that is out here."
This is the beginning of finally turning over a new leaf: Memoirs of a Lyricist. My best friend and I are on a mission. He is my support, my backbone and the inspiration for what is to come. Stay tuned.
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