Social Monarch
Present social butterfly -- Future socialite.
Knowledge is Power- Educate yourself.
I'm too cool to spend my days trying to make you hot!
If you still wanna kiss it….come and get it.
sweeter
than
a
rice cake.
How to Avoid Disappointment… in short.
“You hate the fact that you bought the dream and they sold you one…”
I prefer the dreams I make. Personally.
Don’t buy a dream… especially when dreaming is free.
Dream for yourself.
#lifelesson
I’m not sorry.
They want me to apologize.
For who I am.
They want me to apologize.
But I won’t.
They want me to apologize.
For the way I carry myself.
The knowledge I have gained.
How I rose above my sorrows.
Towered over pain.
They want me to apologize.
For the language I speak.
Because my tone and dialect.
Doesn’t exactly match the skin on me.
I’m sorry can you show me “Black speech” again.
What page of the dictionary?
They want me to apologize.
For the sandwiches I did not eat.
No matter that I consumed everything else between dawn
and the sun’s last peek.
Why is it strange that I’m happy with the reflection.
Slender woman, that is me.
Is it strange to believe I like the woman I see.
They want me to apologize.
For the loves that came before.
One. Two. Maybe Four.
Numbers. Numbers. Numbers.
Someone’s keeping score.
They want to me to apologize.
For not buying lies.
For living in my own lane.
Master of my own fate.
No society.
Not me.
They want me to apologize.
For who I am.
They want me to apologize.
But I won’t.
Growing Up Black.
Everyday I live my life being Black.
I can be an African Black.
A highly educated Black.
A non-Ebonics speaking Black.
An (upper) middle class Black.
A hard-working, employed Black.
But at the end of the day I’m still Black.
Which means I live in a society where they—those in power— are suspicious of us..
Blacks.
AND
We must live in fear of them who find us so.
Always on guard. Always aware.
(The struggle isn’t over just because the history books say you’re free.)
#trayvonmartin
High-res
It’s been real (tragic). We shall regroup in September…
Thanks Shonda for breaking my heart.. once again.
Thank you God for hearing my prayers.
3 years ago. I had a plan.
I’m a planner. It’s my nature.
3 years ago I formulated a dream.
And I held onto that dream with diligence.
Never letting anyone steal what was my dream from me.
3 years have gone by and here I am.
With one of my dreams fulfilled.
Let me just say this:
the best thing about fulfilling a dream
is waking up
the next morning
and realizing
it’s
still
real.
The road to Happily Ever After opened up for me today… now if I could only find a
Prince Charming.. life would be perfect. life is better than good.
Howard Law here I come. :)
“In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines. In two straight lines they broke their bread and brushed their teeth and went to bed. They smiled at the good and frowned at the bad and sometimes they were very sad. They left the house at half past nine in two straight lines in rain or shine — the smallest one was Madeline.”
my favorite childhood book.
(Source: bonjourclarice)
