Write2Educate
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About Michelle Phillips

​      I write because I want to change the way the world views race.  With each piece, my aim is to eradicate negative stereotypes about African-Americans, while educating people about our culture. 
     Whether it's through contemporary poetry or educational material, I hope that what I share encourages people to embrace all cultures, and accept the differences that make up the diverse world that we live in today. 


Committed to changing the way the world looks at race.
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"Not Sugar Coated: Keeping It Real"

"Teachers Taking Charge"

"Cultural Patterns & Interactions Among African-American Male Adolescence"


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A NEW BEGINNING

by K on 01/04/16

A NEW BEGINNING

Let's see if we can begin again,
see this thing through, from the beginning, 
to the end of the year again.
Old things gone,
the past lies behind,
It's a new year, for a bright future,
let's get this thing right before the end of this new year.
No regrets
No nagging
No drama
No pouting
No talking about what was
No talking about what should have been
No blaming your dad or your mom
You are still here, alive and breathing
it's never too late to begin again,
Here's to a new beginning!

Do you accept me for who I am?

by K on 12/01/15

Do you accept me for who I am?

 Accept me for me,

Yeah, you say you do;

Allow me the luxuries, mistakes, openness, everyday occurrences,

The freedom to just be me.

Find fault in the common things I say;

Ripping apart, analyzing, critical, judgmental,

Doing the very same thing to me as you say I do to all other peps!

I just wanna be free!

Live life, talk at will;

if I misspeak, make an absolute statement,

Sometimes, just let me be!

                                 I am learning, this shit is new;

I’ve been like an average person for so long,

this new me will not happen instantly.

Steel sharpen steel, yes I know;

There is pain,

Anger,

Sadness,

Resentment,

I’m trying to get this thing called life right,

just allow me room to grow.

Something different-Two for one

by K on 11/02/15

 Lots of kids, parents getting older, some in good health, some of their health seems asunder. Should we take advantage?  Should we get what they got? What if the other kids get it first? Why not increase my pot?

Parents won't remember, we can always lie, after all we seem so nice and innocent to other folks, can get any fool to believe my lie.

Steal money to pay a bill, steal a house, it's all about the same thing.

There is no God; God ain’t real you say, so you don't have to worry about Him, like all of the other religious fools. 

All these people praising God, He didn't increase my riches, you think your slick ass did.  What's done in the dark, will come to light; we all have to answer to a higher power, yours may not be God, but you will still feel someone’s wrath. 

 

Lies, lies, lie all the time; you lie now at your age, claiming before you weren’t full grown!

Give me another chance, I want to work this out; I was young and dumb back then,

Yack yack, still running your fu@kin’ lying mouth!

You got caught in your lies, given an ultimatum;

leave that ho alone,

OR,

get your sh@t out,

AND,

from now on,

you can use your own hand, and

shake it on your own!

What is it about men?

by K on 10/06/15

What is it about men

As Amy Winehouse croons on Pandora

What is it about men?

Rough neck

Tough cat

Laid back

Get back jack

Cool prose

You know what you know

Think you a gangsta

You aint about shit

Making babies here and there

Can’t even feed them, nor do you care

It’s more to it than just pimpin

Don’t like a good girl, you said she’s too simple

You want a ride or die bitch

Not knowin’ she will fu@k any ole trick

You don’t believe in God

Just the rod between your thighs

When that no longer works

Taking a blue pill won’t guarantee that you will feel it jerk

Change your game

Before you end up being slain

It’s attractive to be able to take care of your family, especially your kids

You didn’t care about the mother, she tricked you, she lied,

You are to blame too; you should have covered that little dingaling

Regrets

by K on 10/02/15

Regrets

 Young, unfocused.

Young and focused.

I wanna be a teacher.

I want to be a doctor.

I wanna be a singer.

I want to be a lawyer.

Graduate high school,

damn what’s next?

Find a job and work a 9-5;

go to college, to get away from the house.

Graduate from college, pregnant and single;

Dropped out of college, wanted to party and mingle.

Baby’s dad absent and in denial;

heartache from my first love,

boy was that painful!

It took a while to move on from the wound,

I’ve healed some, now I must try to carry on.

Got a decent job, my college degree inspired.

Raised the kid, moved on with life.

Continued to do work, not having much fun in life;

boyfriend here, girlfriend there, not amounting to much.

Quit that job for a higher paying one, now that’s what’s up!

In my thirties now, damn! I need to focus!

Went back to college for another degree.

Married the wrong person, damn, divorced after only three.

Had another kid, the first one is now a teen.

Job after job; what went wrong?

Went to college for the wrong thing, my major never turned me on.

Forties, wow! That went so quick;

Still going from girl to boy, seems like I’m letting everyone just hit it.

Hate my job, why can’t I make good money?

Bumps in the road, ready to recover.

Working a high paying job, FINALLY, but still no real satisfaction.

Fifties, shut the f@ck up!

My! How time flies;

second divorce, and a lack of job choice,

what will I do now?

Some friends are dead; some are in the same old boat;

The fine ones from school, and now old and many looked dried up.

Some still on drugs, one or two, seemed to have all the luck.

My kids all have grown, long gone from home.

The one that I never claimed, lives with her mom, she’ll be eighteen soon.

That was an oops back in the day; her mom lied about being on birth control;

I believe her, so that’s her fault, I was gone!

How do I live out the rest of my life?

Am I too old?

Sixties, holy shit!

It’s finally time for me to truly grown up.

No more living in the past, I see how time continues on;

Whether I’m on board; alone, married; single; working a toiling job.

Others may think I’m doing well, as they peer in on social media;

Well I didn’t tell them that, fuc@ it! that’s on them!

Sixties! Things just got so real.

As I look over my life;

Took a hard look right-

No longer jealous of anyone else’s life;

What they got was truly meant for them, no use of hatin’ on them.

Everything I got, everything I’ve earned, back then it may not have seemed like much,

But truly, I’ve learned a lesson in retrospect,

Sometimes life just sucks!

 Since I can’t do it all over again;

I’ve decided no regrets; I still have time to live my best life yet. 

Dating is a bit@h!!

by K on 09/05/15

Dating is a bit@h!!

Interracial mingle

Plenty of fish

EHarmony

Damn! Dating’s a bit@h!

Match.com

Christian Mingle

Black People Meet

And I’m still single!

Met plenty of people,

many lie on their profiles;

meet for coffee, let’s sit and talk for awhile.

One was handsome, looked just like his pics,

his body tight, couldn’t see his d@c@ print.

We get close, lean in tight, made him laugh;

damn! his fu@kin’ teeth rotten;

that odor I smelled earlier was coming from his mouth!

Met another, boy was he it; nice conversations, we met for wine,

oh so handsome, I was thinking, what sweet jubilation!

Continued to talk, I drifted for a moment, when I snapped back,

he was talking about the moons and the freakin’ stars!

Maybe it was me? I tried hard to understand,

after all, this was a fine ass Black man.

What? I say, thinking about my past astronomy class;

I wanted this to work.

Hell I thought, give this brotha a fair chance.

He repeated himself, talking about the horizon; he was all over the place;

Lord Jesus! this man’s sounds as if he’s straight retarded!

No offense, yall know what I mean, after all, shit! I’m not trying to be mean.

Another date, why not get food I thought; this one is Hispanic and White,

I always liked a little flavor in my life.

He’s into me, yeah, and he’s fine.

We finished up our appetizers,

no talk of moons and the skies.

We look longingly into each other’s eyes,

this may be the one I thought;

as he slowly caressed my hands,

I then saw bed bugs crawling across his shirt collar.

Rough necks, never liked them, but give him a chance; his pic may not do him justice my friend said.

We talked on the phone several times,

he sent me a few texts.

He seemed super intelligent;

I was beginning to vibe with this man.

He said he couldn’t wait for us to meet,

I had him intrigued.

He said I seemed real, and down to earth;

we talked several more times,

why this man haven’t asked me on a date; just as I thought it, he said, let’s meet.

We made a date for the following Saturday, score! I thought.

Made an appointment to get my hair done;

Saturday came and went, yall know I never heard from this muthafu@k’a again!    

Sadness-REMIX!

by K on 08/01/15

Sadness-REMIX! 

Sadness in my eyes

goes high in the clouds,

no one to throw an olive branch

no one gives a damn!

Selfish people everywhere-

cold, calculating, hard, bitter,

 user, abuser, pervert, overachievers, quitters.

 Reminiscing in my mind

when things weren’t so hard

when people were young,

life seemed to have had no limits;

people are now old,

worked their whole lives

to much of the world,

now they are useless, dried up, old, can’t fend for themselves

very little money, not even a decent retirement;

their health insurance sucks

No one gives a fuck,

their bodies badly broken,

worked over 40 years, but who cares,

And, now they still can’t get help,

selfish people everywhere.

 Haters want to find fault in everything

It’s never them, but the blame is on someone else;

Childish, grown ass women and MEN, gossiping like old ass billy goats

Rolling their cocked eyes, whispering, I seriously wanna punch them in their damn throats!

Ho, get a clue! mind your own damn business; don’t worry about me, just do you!

Lonely in YOUR OWN LIFE, no one to hold your cranky ass tight thru the night,

It’s NOT my fault, take a hard look at your own life!

You go around so grumpy, cas you can’t get humpty,

cas u look so damn dumpy, don’t blame me! fix yourself up,

 mature, read a self improvement book, relax,

before you have another nervous breakdown clumpy;

You a fake ass trick

cryin all the time to get your way

many would call you a bitch

you gone one day feel this lick

trust me, don’t want none of this

hope soon you get some dick

you may have a chance if you stop actin like a tired dried up witch

so get off your broomstick

you dumb dimwit

dirty lying dipshit

with your dumb ass sidekick

dirty little twit

old tired lookin ass

you can’t handle this

get a man so you can feel it

you’ll find peace

after he stokes you

lifts you up

get what I’m saying bitch?

 

Sadness in my heart

Sadness in my eyes

Sadness for the poor and old

Sadness for the Vets who are now home

Sadness for the poor

Sadness for the ghetto

Sadness for the abused kids

Sadness for the innocent Blacks who have been shot and killed

Sadness for life

as I slowly realize that tomorrow isn’t promised,

so lets’ all get this shit right!

America-The land of the free?

by K on 07/03/15

America- The land of the free?

American

Red, White and Blue;

is it the land of the free?

2015, the fight continues;

                                                Racism      

Stereotypes

Inequalities

Injustices

Killings of unarmed Blacks,

Now you tell me?

                                                AMERICA

The land of the free;

A Black President

But increased killings of unarmed Black men

continues to rise rampantly.

Kill a Black man, woman, boy or girl,

Assassinate their character by the media,

to slightly skew the remorse.

 The good ole boys club will NEVER go away,

Kill nine innocent people in a Black church,

the killer, treated oh so gently.

Provided a bullet proof vest,

not a mark on site, alive, walking peacefully, even getting media high fives!

 Justice for the gays FINALLY!

Equal rights for them,

When I asked about justice for Blacks, 

my character was assaulted, guess by who?

By some of the ones that are now treated equally.

 AMERICA

The land of the free,

Kill a nig@@, and you will go unpunished, get away scot free!

AMERICA

You worry about ISIS, and how successfully they recruit,

They see your lack of loyalty and how you hate the Black group!

 AMERICA

You can’t bully ISIS, cannot even crush the small militant group,

You are your own militia when it comes to Black life;

Other countries hate you!

AMERICA

How do you expect ISIS to be civilized? Calling them barbaric

when you are barbaric to your very own.

Justifying the killings of innocent Black life.      

A racist hatred for the Black man

by K on 06/04/15

A racist hatred for the Black man

Black man, black man,

damn black man, the world can’t stand!

Your past, your present, your future existence!

you’re free, you’re enslaved

you’re hung, you’re beaten

you’re shot, you’re killed

 you’re brutalized by the system.

 Bam! Bam! You’re a dead ni@@er!

Killed by racist cops, the world, not even Obama can stop.

A White cop will NEVER be convicted, so tell your people to stop the march.

Use their time to stop the hatred among your ghetto Blacks ni@@ers!

Another UNARMED Black dead,

this time we got two, killed with a record 142 shots!

        You gang bang!      

You do crack!

You rob stores!

You rape!

You brutalize women!

You lazy!

You dumb!

you will only date our precious, innocent Buffy’s and the Kate’s.

You kill your own in record numbers.

You mad at me for killing an unarmed ni@@er?  

He was just a thug in waiting!  

You a whack ni@@er

You a confused ni@@er

You produce these ni@@er kids, hang with these ni@@er friends,

causing all kind of ruckus;

it’s good when one of you are dead, we just sing, another one bites the dust.

Bam, bam! shoot another ni@@er, this time a twelve year old.

Wow! We got away with that one too?

Damn! Our lame, tired ass excuse, “I feared for my life,” will NEVER get old. 

We don’t mind when one of you move up,

we like that you forget your own,

we secretly find it funny, that you forget where you came from.

Here a ni@@er, there a ni@@er, everywhere you look there’s a ni@@er!

 

Why?

by K on 05/17/15

Why?

Why was it so hard to write this blog?

Why is it so hard to be rich?

Why do people cheat in relationships?

Why are people unhappy?

Why do some people use every excuse in the universe, versus owning up to “it”?

Why do some innocent children die at the hands of their parents?

Why do innocent babies die from illnesses?

Why does a person that is doing something great with their life, die?

Why are some serial killers never caught?

Why does the grass ALWAYS look greener on the other side?

Why do some White people have such hatred from Blacks?

Why are all Blacks grouped together?

Why do some Blacks that have “made it,” not want to associate with their own?

Is there a difference between a nigger and a nigga?

Is it ok to give White people permission to say that word?

What if they use it the “correct” way, is that ok?

Will racism ever end?

Will ANY police officer that kills an UNARMED Black person, but use the old tired excuse, “I feared for my life,” ever be convicted?

Why do some people post lies about how well/good they are doing in life, on FB?

Why is life so complicated?

Why do we keep asking why?

Still Love You

by K on 04/06/15

Still Love You

 

Growing up, he was full of hope

until an unhappy childhood.

Witnessed his father going off, and beating his wife;

fearful, nervous, full of strife.

Growing up to be a young man,

not knowing what his life was all about.

Maybe join the service,

Get a regular job,

he can’t wait to get out of the house.

He thought, may his own business,

that’ll show my dad

that I am something, that I’m not a low life!

Sixteen years old, he tried to help my mom,

Get off her! Leave her alone! He screamed, as he father put a gun in his hand.

Kids crying, mother pleading, running for her life.

Father, only the stepfather of two of the four, runs after her.

The noise! The screams! The bangs!

The crash! The crying! The Drama!

The kids screamed, “Oh momma!”

As the boy kneeled,

one slipped on the blood,

one caressed her head,

the other just stood there and stared.

Sirens screeching, police everywhere,

Mom being tended too.

As the dad looked at her, his face full of sorrow,

His hands handcuffed behind his back.

He whispered, “Is she dead?”

The mom looked up at him,

Her kids looked down, their faces were hollow.

She looked in the direction of her husband,

“I still love you.” She said in her last dying breath.

America - Is it the great?

by K on 03/09/15

America- Is it the great?
 
2015, the fight continues;
Racism
Stereotypes
Inequalities
Injustices
The killings
Continues to rear its’ ugly head!
 
AMERICA
The land of the free;
A Black President
But increased killings of unarmed Black men
Continue to rise rampantly.
 
Kill a Black man, woman, boy or girl,
Assassinate their character by the media,
to slightly skew the remorse;
as the repeated letters indicate,
You’re an ass if you believe the lies for sure!
The good ole boys club will NEVER go away,
An investigation,
A grand jury,
No justice,
They will NEVER convict one of their own;
If you think it will ever happen,
You’re a different type of ass alone.
 
Although many killed were unarmed,
The cops justifies it so,
After all, a pellet gun was mistaken for a real guy,
By these trained police officers, sworn to protect and serve.
 
AMERICA
The land of the free,
Kill a nig@@, and you will go unpunished, get away scott free!
AMERICA
You worry about ISIS, and how successfully they recruit,
They see your lack of loyalty and the hating of a group of your own!
 
AMERICA
You can’t bully ISIS, cannot even crush the small militant group,
You are your own militia when it comes to Black life;
Other countries hate you,
Many want to hurt you,
Does blowing you up and beheading many
give you a small taste of what you do to your own?
What about some of the atrocities some Black people have gone through?
 
AMERICA
How do you expect ISIS to be civilized? Calling them barbaric
when you can’t even respect your own.
Justifying the killings of innocent Black life;
longing to hear the N word on TV; questioning why a White rapper won’t use it.
Seeing no wrong when an officer kills someone INNOCENT, because they just happen to be Black.
When it comes right down to it,
AMERICA
You have a barbaric history too!

February is Black History Month?

by K on 02/10/15

February is Black History Month?

Black history, whack history,

who the hell cares!

It’s overrated, it’s not necessary,

many Whites like hip hop now, so there!

Who cares about history?

Why does it matter?

Martin Luther King Jr marches only made it ok to drink and sit in the same restaurants as Whites,

Oh boy!  So what!

Many young Blacks have given a pass

to some Whites to say the “N” word, because their cool,

their hip, and now associate with Blacks,

So f@c@ Black history month!

No one gives a fuc@!

Many Black caregivers not able to pass the history down

from one generation to the next;

is it a melting pot syndrome some say, or just nobody gives a fu@k?

I didn’t write the history, so don’t be mad when I remember,

What some White men have done to Blacks and other people of color.

Many Blacks piss on their history, thinking it doesn’t affect them.

We hear about a Trayvon Martin, a Mike Brown, Eric Garner, a mentally ill woman, Tanisha Anderson, twelve year old Tamir Rice, and countless others,  

so yeah, Black History does matter,

And yeah, that shit, racism still affects us!

It's A New Year

by K on 01/01/15

It’s a NEW YEAR!

It’s with great cheer, that it’s a new year.

Some partied hard on New Year’s Eve, 

Some just ate dinner alone, maybe had a drink and quietly brought in the New Year.

Oh, a new beginning!

A fresh start!

A new day to dream, start over, oh how we do love fresh starts!

My resolution is to lose weight.

My resolution is to renew my faith.

My resolution is to have a child.

My resolution is to find a man.

My resolution is to get rich.

My resolution is to stop being a bitch.

My resolution is to find a new job.

My resolution is to keep a clean house.

My resolution is to be more assertive.

My resolution is to be nice to my kids.

My resolution is to clean up my life, live and enjoy this new beginning. 

Resolutions;  

How we love them so; 

we are so serious about them, and say they truly come from the heart.

We are telling the truth (at the time) that we will stick with them; 

It’s a new year, a fresh start to start over and try to do everything new and right again.

What’s your resolution?

How long will it last this time?

What will make you stick with it?

Will hard times, a break up, a death, sway you from it?

What about a loss of a job? What about a misdeed of a so-called friend?

What will make you stick with it this year? What will be different this year from last year?

It’s a NEW YEAR; change the way you think, the way you do things, enjoy this New Year.

Change? I Wish!

by K on 09/11/14

Change? I Wish!

                                                                                                           

Are you happy with who you are?

Do you want to be someone you’re not?

Do you wish you were mixed?  Or maybe just light?

Do you want to be Black? Or maybe you want to be White?

 

Do you wish you had straight hair? Or maybe you wanted kinky hair?

Do you wish you had longer hair? Or maybe you wished for short wavy hair?

Do you wish you’d married someone else?

Do you wish you were married?

                                       Do you wish you were single?               

Do you just wish you could be with someone else?

Do you wish you could join groups, be social, and mingle?

 

Do you wish you had a job?

Do you wish you liked your job?

Do you wish you had your dream job?

Are you just happy you have a job?

Are you happy to be alive?

 

Do you wish you had kids?

Do you wish you had fewer kids?

Do you wish you had all boys?

Or maybe you wanted all girls?

 

Wishing you were thin,

Wishing you were fat,

Wishing you were rich,

Never wished for poor!

Wishing you were taller,

Wishing you were shorter,

Wishing you had a sister,

Wished you knew your father, or you had a different mother.

 

Do you have hopes and dreams?

Did you have hopes and dreams?

Are they dried up?

Are you too old for the dreams to remain?

Do you wish you were healthy?

Do you eat right?

Do you exercise?

Do you smoke? Do you drink? 

Do you keep a lot of mess in your life? 


Wishing!?

What good has that done?