that there are a lot of uninformed, ignorant, unaware, racially insensitive and racist people on tumblr.
Considering the world I live in, I shouldn’t be surprised but it still does something to me — something that I can’t really explain with words. Unfortunately, if I were to use actions to explain my feelings lots of people would get hurt.
Have no idea what I’m talking about?:
Now, tell me that, as a black woman, I shouldn’t be feeling some type of way.
I just can’t…
»» a character’s thoughts in Omar Tyree’s novel, “Leslie”
Thursday|THOUGHT; Do we really determine that? Or do we determine how we react to things that impact or play an important role in the way we finish?
Thursday|THOUGHT; “Life Goes On”
I had a great conversation with my line sister today. We do a pretty good job at keeping in touch. After getting off the phone I realized that, although she and I don’t have problems staying linked, some of my other friends do…
Lets be real: If I text you and you don’t respond or if I give you a call and you never return it then turn around and have the audacity to tell me you miss me, I don’t have much of anything to say to your ass. While your life is in motion, so is mine. Yeah, I deactivated my facebook account, I deleted my twitter but when did those things ever determine the strength of communication in a true friendship?
While growing apart may be a little hard I’ve realized that it’s an inevitable facet of life. It shows me who will probably be around for the long haul and those who were only around for a season.
No bitterness, just thoughts…
Thursday|THOUGHT; My thoughts about being “black”.
I was on the phone with my cousin last night. We talked about our earlier years and the issue of “color” came up during the conversation.
She and I reminisced about a couple of mutual associates we had back in high school. They fiercely clung to what they believed made them exotic and different. It was as though being black [or being called/thought of as black] just wouldn’t suffice…
“I ain’t full black, I’m one-tenth Cherokee”
“My momma’s great grandmother is White”
“I’m from [insert island here] so I ain’t black”
Well excuse the fuck out of me.
I don’t really believe that true love grows apart. It grows together, positively and succinctly—like skin…
If it cuts, it cleaves. If it burns, it bonds. It grows over the bones, stretching and spreading… It’s an organ, one that evolves and develops as a unit.
When you’re with the one that you’re supposed to be with, that flesh is seemless. When you’re not, then as you grow the skin suffocates, hinders, tears…
Some people seriously will never understand how close they come to getting their faces bashed in. self-control is luckily one of my strong suits.
i don’t think I’m a violent person. I’m a peace-maker. a [tough] lover.
but when people start saying ignorant shit my mental temperature climbs.
needless to say, i’m sizzling right now.
I was watching Project Runway [which i love and watch faithfully every Thursday] and some of the competitors happen to be homosexual.
Thursday|THOUGHT; My circle of friends is pretty damn small.
I realized this while talking to my cousin on the phone today.
I’ve been on a facebook/twitter hiatus for about 2 weeks without any explanation for a multitude of reasons.
I deactivated my facebook account without a second thought and stopped tweeting just as abrubtly.
I didn’t tell my “friends” what was going on with me and haven’t spoken to a majority of them since the hiatus began.
Why, you ask?
Well, partially because I usually connect with them through these social networks (even though they’re right here in town and all have my number/know where i live.) and mostly because I’m always the one reaching out and figured they could do some reaching too.