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Jealous Girl

So. look.

I know I said

“Let’s move on”

But it was a con

From the word “Let’s”.

And I don’t bet

You’ve lost any sleep,

But peep game.

You’re loved by

A jealous girl.

Jealous enough

To feel the pain,

Sane enough

To stay in my lane,

But I swear

If I could put you on the

First plane back to us,

It’d be must,

Because you are a plus

When all has been a splinter —

My winter is now colder,

My summer less shady

And to be honest,

I’m jealous of whoever has you now.

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The Reality Is….

Ok. I wasn’t going to blog about this. I swear I wasn’t. But what can I say? My mouth and fingers often have minds of their own.  No worries. The jump off blog is next, I swear.

The thing is, what bothers me almost as much as Troy Davis’ eventual execution is how we as a people responded to it.  First, we have this idea in our head that if we didn’t protest about this in 1991, why say anything now?  Um, how about this is a new generation? How about it’s been swept under the rug? How about because it’s the right thing to do?  In my head, that’s how a lot of good revolutions never came to be.  Everyone has a set idea of how a revolution starts. 

And by the way, Twitter and Facebook are great places to start the revolution.  Have we forgotten the protest from the Middle East that quickly?

Secondly, I think the idea of “this is how it’s always been” is heartbreaking.  So, because that’s “what has always happened” we shouldn’t say anything? We should continue to let it go on?  The only thing worst than a person who does wrong is a person who let’s wrong be done in front of them.

Finally, the main reason why this is bothering me is because it’s a distraction.  While we fuss about Troy (and rightfully so), Republicans are changing the rules around the nation to effect the next election.  The main thing that’s being changed are how districts are divided, giving more power to majority “red” districts while taking away votes and power from “blue” districts.  While we fuss, Palestine is fighting to become a recognized state by the U.N. (if you’re super anti-Muslim, you are shitting your pants right now). 

But when it boils down to it, the reality is, a black man will probably be put to death tomorrow, our government is bullying the little guy, and our “frienemy” country is on some “frienemy” type moves right now.  While we as a people shuffle our feet and fiddle while things crumble around us.

God bless America, man. *salute*

September 12

And now, it’s back to our regularly scheduled programming.

A day after remembering the tragedy that is 09/11/01, it’s back to the bullshit.  Back to politics.  Back to thinking all Muslims are terrorist.  Back to all blacks being the cause of the housing crisis, economic crisis and education crisis.  Back to labeling all those who don’t agree with the Patriot Act “terrorist supporters”.  Back to the accepted lie that a group of untrained foreigners committed these crimes (Yea, I said it! YOU. WON’T. CHECK. ME.)  We are now back to petty (read: partisan) disagreements about education and fair labor.  We are back to being fascinated by celebrity babies, reality show feuds, and bad plastic surgeries. 

Now, no one is saying that we should be holding hands and singing “Kum By Ya”, but damn.  You’d think that ten years ago, we would have seen the writing on the wall and would have stayed united as a nation.  You’d think that.  But alas.  The “everybody is an American” bandwagon rode away September 12, 2002, but comes back September 11th of every year, passing out good will and toys….wait. That’s X-Mas. My fault.

Yes, ladies and gents, sadly….it’s back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Random Thoughts, September Day

I’ve been wrestling with the inner me for the past few months now.  It’s a pretty epic match too.  There have been pile drivers, body slams, and hits to the chest and gut.  I don’t know if I can call it rewarding, but I can call it growth, and in the end, that’s what I want to achieve.

I think a lot of times, people think that I think I’m perfect, or “preachy”.  *chuckles* I find that kinda funny, considering how I feel about preachers, religion and the business that we call “church”.  I think it’s more of the fact that I don’t want to see anyone suffer the same heartbreak I have.  I’ve hurt myself.  I’ve hurt others.  But I speak the way I do because I’ve fallen on my face enough to know what may work and what may not work.  I don’t really think that deals in perfection.  I think it more deals in experience.  When I stare at my age line in my palm, I see the defining lines.

But just because I see the defining lines, doesn’t mean I see the divine purpose.  That’s not a “belief in God” thing. That’s just me realizing I don’t know it all.  I’m glad at 26 I know I don’t know it all, because I have some friends who you can’t tell that.  I’m blessed to have such an open mind. 

#Growing #Growing #Gone

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