Friday, September 5, 2014
What Is Life?
I'm at this point in my life where I feel so unaccomplished. I know this is a lesson to not depend on man (or a job) to provide for me. This whole looking for a job bit is stressing me completely out. It was different back when I first started this blog I was 22 with basically no bills at all. Here we are 5 years later and a sistah got BILLS!!!! I know that the trying of my faith worketh patience and Lord knows that patience really aint my virtue. It's times like these that I really want to have a pity party but it's never successful I always end up finding a scripture or singing a song that makes everything I'm going through seem ok. I guess that's a good thing.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
With today being National Poetry Day i wanted to put up one of Langston Hughes poems that is keeping me in school I so love this poem
The Negro Mother
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, that I had to know In order that the race might live and grow. Look at my face -- dark as the night -- Yet shining like the sun with love's true light. I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea Carrying in my body the seed of the free. I am the woman who worked in the field Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield. I am the one who labored as a slave, Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave -- Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too. No safety , no love, no respect was I due.Three hundred years in the deepest South: But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth . God put a dream like steel in my soul. Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal. Now, through my children, young and free, I realized the blessing deed to me. I couldn't read then. I couldn't write. I had nothing, back there in the night. Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears, But I kept trudging on through the lonely years. Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun, But I had to keep on till my work was done: I had to keep on! No stopping for me -- I was the seed of the coming Free. I nourished the dream that nothing could smother Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother. I had only hope then , but now through you, Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true: All you dark children in the world out there, Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair. Remember my years, heavy with sorrow -- And make of those years a torch for tomorrow. Make of my pass a road to the light Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night. Lift high my banner out of the dust. Stand like free men supporting my trust. Believe in the right, let none push you back. Remember the whip and the slaver's track. Remember how the strong in struggle and strife Still bar you the way, and deny you life -- But march ever forward, breaking down bars. Look ever upward at the sun and the stars. Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers Impel you forever up the great stairs -- For I will be with you till no white brother Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, that I had to know In order that the race might live and grow. Look at my face -- dark as the night -- Yet shining like the sun with love's true light. I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea Carrying in my body the seed of the free. I am the woman who worked in the field Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield. I am the one who labored as a slave, Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave -- Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too. No safety , no love, no respect was I due.Three hundred years in the deepest South: But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth . God put a dream like steel in my soul. Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal. Now, through my children, young and free, I realized the blessing deed to me. I couldn't read then. I couldn't write. I had nothing, back there in the night. Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears, But I kept trudging on through the lonely years. Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun, But I had to keep on till my work was done: I had to keep on! No stopping for me -- I was the seed of the coming Free. I nourished the dream that nothing could smother Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother. I had only hope then , but now through you, Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true: All you dark children in the world out there, Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair. Remember my years, heavy with sorrow -- And make of those years a torch for tomorrow. Make of my pass a road to the light Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night. Lift high my banner out of the dust. Stand like free men supporting my trust. Believe in the right, let none push you back. Remember the whip and the slaver's track. Remember how the strong in struggle and strife Still bar you the way, and deny you life -- But march ever forward, breaking down bars. Look ever upward at the sun and the stars. Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers Impel you forever up the great stairs -- For I will be with you till no white brother Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.
-Langston Hughes
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Music
What happened to the thing that i loved so so so much??? I met this dude when i was 2 yrs old and what i loved most he had so much soul... yeah Common was talking about hip hop but im talking about R&B. I can remember getting in trouble for singing certain songs because they was outta pocket or ppl kept askin what chu know about that girl. Or singing Whip Appeal at my cousins wedding when I was two and spending weekends at they house and them having me sing every Mary J. Blige song. I miss listening to a cd and not having to skip one song at all rappers say that hip hop is dead but i say that R&B is dead too. It saddens me that sex and a dude cheat'n is what most i wont say all R&B has dwindled down to.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Anxiously Waiting
So October 28, 2009 just two days after Monta's 24th birthday I will be the happiest girl in the world again Basketball will be back in action Im anxious to see what Monta will do this season( I swear I love this man) But once the season kicks off I'll regain all the friends that have been on the hush hush since the finals finished and I'll be back to my trash talking self! How exciting is that? Very I know! Let the countdown begin
Megan Wants a Millionaire
Ryan is linked or supposedly linked to the murder of some chick from in So Cal or is it Nor Cal who knows but i knew it was something about him from the first day of the show which was the only day that i watched it out of pure boredom but his eyes seem mischievious not saying that i agree that he has anything to do with the murder im just saying he's seem suspect i mean even in this flic he look all dark i read too much into stuff hunh?
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