Mercies Anew
Monday, March 30, 2020
May is Mental Health Month
Build-a-BEAR
YOU. I can only see YOU. Building a bear has never appealed to me... until now. Can contentment come when I’m wanting the build-a-bear? Building a bear isn’t possible. So begs the question, is contentment....
Control
One in A Million
I set that stage because imagine me, a dark chocolate, fully black woman having sympathy for this white police officer. The backlash I received from my own was.... gag worthy. But as I once stated, I see through an entirely different lens than other black folks. Yes, the system is broken. Yes, I do believe there is racism. But in some instances the black vs white the media likes to play, just doesn't fit. I hate to be the one to say this, but Amber Guyger would have gotten a "pass" if she had killed a black man while on duty. *shrugs* Had she honestly wanted to kill a black man--shit, 10 black men, she could have done it with her "get outta jail free card" police officer-white -woman badge. Why the fuck would she go to her place of residence and do it?! In my brain??? Because it was a horrible accident! But black people can never, and will never see it that way. And honestly, that's okay. But what is not okay, is when they crucify someone like me. Someone who is black who doesn't agree with their narrative. I see what you see. However, I don't believe what you believe. Why is that not okay?!
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Broken records
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Dear Me
Dear Me,
Continue to be you. Be sensitive. Cry. Ask questions. Giggle loudly. There are days you tell yourself you must change. That you need to be different. But as hard as you try, you can't. You can't change your infectious laugh that causes people to say something. You can't change that you "talk white". This advise is being given on a day where you are questioning yourself. Why and what. It's always why and what. But this time the why and what is different because it's made you cry. And you thought you were strong enough not to cry. That's really the problem, you always think you're strong enough. You keep asking yourself what you did and why this keeps happening. As if somehow if you were different, prettier, lighter, or more black the results would be different. But sadly, they never are. There are just a few things in life my heart desires. Not too much, just a few.
Monday, June 13, 2016
Disillusioned
The happily ever after, the butterflies in the stomach, I love you letters. All an illusion. Respect, love, trust. All illusion. Two imperfect people making a choice to choose one another. That's it. No sparks. No fairytale ending. Cinderella lied. Sleeping beauty was wrong, and Snow white...also misinformed. It's all just a story we're told. Books we are read. But life and fairytale don't marry well. Or at all. From the outside looking in, fairytales are believable. The smiles, the photos, the beautiful and splendid weddings. But after the curtain is pulled and the pretty dress is taken off. After the cameras stop flashing and life resumes. The illusion no longer remains to exist. You're still left with two imperfect people, who've made a choice. Choosing one another. It's all just a choice, wrapped up in exquisitely breath-taking decorated paper. The outside appears beautiful, while the inside, the inside is just a simple choice.