Valentimes Day.

Relationships. Relationships. Relationships. That's what Valentines day is all about, right? Red roses and balloons, stuffed animals that have no place in your home, chocolates filled with mystery goo, discounted jewelry, dinners and dates. Love Day. Hugs and Kisses Day.
You can keep all that bullshit.
Relationships are hard work, especially when you live with your S.O. You have to deal with another grown ass person's attitude good or bad, day in, day out. Remember to do or not to do certain shit to keep things as smooth as possible. Bite your tongue when necessary. Sleep with them even when you're fumimg mad because well, you share a bed. It's Very Hard Work. One day of hugs and kisses and candies and stuffed bears and pink and red definitely doesn't phase real adult relationships. Well, at least it shouldn't.
Valentines Day is a day for people to stunt and front on what's real. Real relationships aren't about anything Valentines Day represents. Real relationships are about holey undies, farts and belches, bad morning breath kisses, arguments, misunderstandings, and make-ups. Mystery nougat not included.

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Can't You See?!

Wanna know how I know I'm getting old?
People born in the years after I was born are grown and successful.
I had to ask what "smh" meant...smh.
My son is...7?! Wait, didn't I just have this child yesterday?
Eeep!! Still can't believe my oldest niece is driving. Driving!! I remember the day she was born.
Getting old(er) has its perks though. I don't get carded often. I can come and go as I please. I don't have to answer to anyone. I'm responsible. I'm actually looking forward to menopause. Most importantly I can serve as a mentor to the youth!! (stayinskool...)
But I have to make sure I get rid of those stray chin-hairs when I shower. And stress (my neck... My back... Myneckandmyack!!) is a bitch right about now. Decisions need to be made that no one can make for me. I don't understand today's music or fashion. I long for the good ol' days of baggy jeans, Wu-Tang, and Total.
I'm on the road to 30..getting closer every day. Four more years and counting. Wait... 30 is supposed to be the "new 20".. There's hope for this aging chick after all!! LOL

Hair. Mine. (getoverit)

Yesterday, I had the curliest, nappiest 'fro I could ever have. Cute, too. Clips holding down the sides, giving 'em the Jaleesa look (the different world years). Straight nappy.
Today, I have my hair pulled back in a ponytail. With a long ponytail attachment. Straight...straight. With a curl at the end.
I say this to say, hair doesn't change who I am. I'm still the same intelligent, sassy, nerdy, bitchy, hilarious, talented, shy 'till I get to know you, fashion forward, "pretty for a fat girl" chick whether I'm rockin' a natural 'do, or my weaves and attachments.
I don't have to be barefoot and drenched in sandalwood and Kente cloth to be proud and natural. I don't have to be some ignorant stereotypical beeotch, or a sellout to wear a weave. I'm still au naturale whether I wear a weave or not.
So...for those who give a fuck about the state of my hair (and there are too many people who do -_-..) Please know that a. It's really none of your business if you have something negative to say (i.e.: damn you cut off your locks, you aren't even natural anymore! Or... Why you be wearing that fake hair when you have "good hair")
b. My hair is to satisfy me. I like different looks, which quite frankly, is the reason I cut my locks...I didn't have some kind of revelation or epiphany, I just did it.
c. Its JUST HAIR!! LOL. The End.

Its all love though; people just kill me with their stereotypes. I'm more like a prototype than a stereotype (conceit??) though, ya digg?!

Black History Month.

"Don't believe everything you think - You've been programmed." - Erykah Badu
 
 
They make it easy for us to forget that your
grandmother's great-grandmother was definitely...
without a shadow of a doubt a:
SLAVE. PROPERTY.
Beaten and abused, misused they want our history to remain a mystery to us
Get your minds lost in a sea of electronics and other bullshit
distract yourself with Dr. Martin Luther King's "dream"
forget about the fact that they BEAT YOUR GREAT GREAT GREAT GRANDFATHER
Big Black Buck...was beaten
until his back split wide open..oozing..poured salt in the wounds.
made your great, great, great family eat slop from a trough.
like dirty. stinking. pigs.
One pair of shoes a year, my dear.
Your family was on lay-away. Separated from each other.
Sales. Violence. Rape. Torture.
Lost, no voices, no culture, no life.
Property.
Yes the Civil Rights Movement was all that..
but marching to nowhere in particular
didn't do much but get you a good seat on the bus.
Be upfront with yourself, fuck a upfront seat on the bus
When the Oscar Grants and Sean Bells cease to exist
When there is no more Jena 6
When American Citizens are referred to as Citizens and not.. refugees
in their own country
When Our Kids aren't arrested for sitting on stationary dirtbikes
When Niggas don't get strip searched (without reason) in broad daylight
Is when I'll relax and appreciate that bus seat.


Peace (?)

Color Of Change - Oscar Grant III Police Murder

Dear Friends,

On New Year's Eve, Oscar Grant was shot execution-style by transit police officer Johannes Mehserle in Oakland, California. He was shot in the back while lying face down on a subway platform, unarmed and restrained by other officers. Despite damning video evidence, it took nearly two weeks for the District Attorney to arrest Mehserle and charge him with murder. The DA admitted that it was only due to massive public pressure that he moved even at that pace, pressure that included more than 20,000 ColorOfChange members speaking up.

That's why it's so important for each of us to commit to staying involved. Johannes Mehserle's arrest is important, but it's only the first step. In cases like this, history has repeatedly shown that as soon as the public eye turns away the prospect of justice fades. We need you--and so does Oscar Grant's family. Making sure the prosecution does its job and pushing for much-needed reforms will require your voice. Are you in?

Click below-it takes just a moment:
http://www.colorofchange.org/oscar_update/?id=1942-145237

In 14 years as Alameda County District Attorney, Tom Orloff had never before charged a police officer for an on-duty shooting. And when asked, several legal experts were unable to come up with any examples of officer-involved shootings becoming murder cases in California. But overwhelming public pressure made it impossible for Orloff to ignore Oscar Grant's murder. He said that "because of the intense public interest I think more resources were put into wrapping this up than would be put in in other situations." Orloff made it clear that because enough ordinary people spoke out, he poured investigative resources into this case that his record tells us he never would have otherwise. We've exposed a chink in the armor of a system that protects trigger-happy cops instead of regular folks.
Now there's a real opportunity to create systemic changes that would introduce transparency and accountability to police forces across California, and especially to the BART Police Department. We need to keep the pressure on Tom Orloff to make sure he keeps devoting time and energy to Mehserle's prosecution. Help honor the memory of Oscar Grant and others who have fallen victim to police violence. Please sign up to stay involved in pushing for justice in this case and for real accountability for police.

Join me: http://www.colorofchange.org/oscar_update/?id=1942-145237

Thanks.

Much love and respect y'all.

"sometimez i lie cheat steal.. smoke drink fuck.. disrespect misdirect.. knock ice cream out of young'nz handz.. help old ladiez cross the street &then ask for their numberz &,when they politely decline, tell em to remember their vitamin d in the mornin; deez nutz!............... God knowz my heart tho"

Written by: Mr. Burghardt
aka
The Love of My Life

My boyfriend definitely does NOT have swag (and that's a compliment)....

....To live the life of a BlackNerd. *teehee*

Relax. Relate. Release.

I scribe seamless, soothing lullabies for you
And sing them softly until you drift into my world.
Then I wrap and drape you in sheer eloquence
Poetically paving paths to
Promise.
Dreams.
Dedicating each syllable to you in tune with
The Key of Life...
The journey is made easy for you-
Rest assured.

Happy New Year's to all who read!! I am dedicating '09 to...ME. I am focusing on all my goals and desires and will make them happen for me in the next 364 days (this year is a leap). I will bring it back to writing...for a while I had lost the desire to write anything. Wallowing waist deep in self dout, I put my First Love on the back burner. I will also start drawing again... The freedom of creating my own world artistically is unparalled. Tired of the technical engineering humdrum way of things. Give me my FREE!!!


Ps...okay I'm on that bullshit bcz this definitely is NOT a leap year. Sku me ;p