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
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.
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 [email protected]@ Black history month!
No one gives a [email protected]!
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 [email protected]?
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!
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.
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!
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 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?
What good has that done?
The press release
What is the discovery?
America the beautiful,
the land of the free,
a 9/11 we, the U.S. all unite & pull together;
race doesn’t matter, creed doesn’t matter,
your title doesn’t matter, neither does education;
rich or poor, man, woman, boy or girl, we all come together to restore our disrupted world.
Old racism, old stereotypes,
old mentalities; medals, honors and now a fund to pay homage to those that have killed a Black boy.
Black life, it doesn’t matter; only those who make money for you, otherwise kill all the Black boys, and now kill the Black women too.
How can we blame them? Is it fair, no! But finger pointing won’t do any good, their power, money, mind-control all outweigh you.
The blame game is getting out of control, it’s NOT about Black and White, it’s about equality, respect, being heard, getting to the truth; it’s about who was wrong in this case, who overreacted, it’s about who did what to whom.
Let’s be fair, yeah it was wrong, but let the whole story play out;
another Black boy shot dead, another Black boy murdered, buried in the ground, gone.
Collections (This is the Remix…)
Collections, collections, yeah it’s us again;
you keep hangin’ up; we’ll just call you again.
We don’t care about your problems,
we don’t care what debt you’re in,
you borrowed money from us,
now we are trying to collect,
from either you,
a family or friend.
We’ve heard every excuse,
nothing really fazes us;
you lost your job, you have no food,
you threatened to go bankrupt,
go ahead, we don’t feel sorry for you, and that won’t stop us.
We all have financial problems,
you should have planned and budgeted better,
we need to collect a double payment,
or we’ll start a repossession letter.
Cussin’ won’t do you any good,
we’ve been called every bad name in the book;
cryin’ only makes you look weak,
wipe your nose! And shut the [email protected]@ up!
You have two days to come up with the money,
AND, we will call you again;
you say you won’t have it then?
Can’t you borrow from your family?
What about a friend?
Or your next of kin.
Sir please! those are such ugly words comin’ out of your mouth!
I didn’t borrow the money,
I’m just doing my job!
No! You go fly a damn kite!
You should have thought twice about borrowing money,
Christmas comes every year;
not my problem you didn’t plan well,
by the way,
have a Happy New Year!
Who said age adds wisdom?
Living life, I’ve found out many who are older, are not wiser.
What is for you, no one else can take.
Others are prospering and they ain’t that good?
You are not living a fulfilled life, why?
Train your mind to not dwell on what is, but what is to come.
Celebrate with others, genuinely; your time is coming.
You must first change the way you think.
One day at a time, one thought at a time.
Your right and left brain are at war often.
If you don’t begin to consistently change the way you think, you will always have what you have been getting.
Reflect, change, grow, learn, be open to goodness, follow only leaders, learn from the rich, do something different, be good to others, share, recognize faults, embrace, challenge yourself, forgive your past, don’t be desperate.