never forget

Interesting Article...but who wrote it?

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/arianna-huffington/enough-why-obama-should-r_b_125519.html

I wish I could embed this article in here so you could see the video at the end and feel some kind of way about it here with me.
You'll have to let me know your thoughts please....

Have we given up...?

A few days ago at one of my birthday celebrations, a friend/colleague of mine raised a point...or at least a conversation topic, and I guess it served its point, because I'm thinking about it enuf now to post it as a question here and now.
The "we" is black women
and the question is, have we given up on our black male counterparts?

I know it's hard to conceive of us having "counterparts," with all the government ordained efforts to keep black men away from us at all costs (prison, crack, ADD, etc--all excuses), but there are some.
I also know that I am the host of a few completely unbalanced and unfair double standards, one of which being that if a black man is with a white woman he's just "given up," where a black woman with a white man has at least, and very likely "tried her darndest"

I know--not fair.
My friend mentioned his point of view, which is that black men only get with white girls to (forgive me, and him) fuck them, while black women "be on that love shit."
Harsh words, yes, but a point of view nonetheless...

I don't quite believe that's true. I do believe that a lot of black men think white women are "easier," perhaps because they don't deal with the same stresses, and because black men are not seen as "brothers" to them. So the familial obligations that black men would otherwise have towards their (black) women, are not as heavy a burden to the relationship.

Maybe it's true, maybe I just think too much.
Either way, black women seem to have less options these days. Between the pull of society, which is pitted against the black man, and white women (who come hard sometimes), and homosexuality, and (not to be forgotten) the self-important view that creates an atmosphere of whorish behavior, along with women who allow such behavior just to "get theirs," the chance of a "good" black woman actually scoring a "good" [relative term] black man is unfortunately slim.

So, have we given up? Or are we just exploring other options in the face of scarcity?

why cry?

why cry when you realize after at least a month that you have made up your present reality based solely on the past and none of it actually exists in the real world?

why cry when the man you love is really just a song you've been quoting by one of your favorite artists (ella) and really, he's just a good guy you used to like?

why cry when you're still alone after conjuring up the lie of years that haven't yet come, filled with togetherness and love--not really yours cause love don't really live here?

no need to cry at all--just look in the mirror, inhale, and go to sleep.
when you wake up it'll still be reality, but it's easier to accept it with a fresh perspective on living and loving...

(based on a true story)

back to the BK

stars fall on my head every single night

shine me back to heartbroken glass from four years before

i walk home

i walk home

i walk home

who will take care of me when i come home?

wings scrape dusty concrete constructing a new place for me to rest my head

i fly high i fly high i fly high

bodies soon caress winds flighty and low

coming closer to heaven with every flash of known light

i love wild i love wild i love wild

words clash on unstoppable street corners

slamming up against strangers whose eyes never before looked

i pray loud 

i pray loud

i pray loud

hands sing through the flames

firing off at the mouth busting veins with haste

i dance free

i dance free

i dance free

letting go

it's an interesting concept that i "preach" on often but have no real knowledge of
but now i know
it's a painful thing
a process that starts and stops and starts over again

i'm not sure if the poet in me is tired or tried or just old and worn
but i brought back memories that weren't so sweet of me being crazy as hell
wanting something to be new that was just what it was
old
and the same as it was the last time

so i'm moving through a season of loss
as in, i'm losing the need to feel lost anymore at the hand of a man who i love
and i always will

but i'm not gonna go up to bat to play a game that has no winner

(i speak in circles)

i give up
i quit
i found myself in the dip of my own soul wanting to be lost in yours
i am finding god in myself
and i'm loving her
dearly

Who will answer my call?

Who are we allowed to call just because?
Our friends…our mothers…lovers? Maybe not lovers
Boyfriends?
Do they have an unwritten obligation to talk to you about anything and everything you want to when you want to?

The other day I had in mind a conversation I wanted to have
Really I just wanted to talk to somebody
Tell 'em how good my God had been to me
Just say hi
Listen to their comforting voice and stuff like that

And I didn’t know who I could call
Didn’t know who might actually answer
Who might want to hear my stories
Rejoice with me

I picked up the phone a few times
Scrolled thru my contacts and their info
Couldn’t find anybody who matched the criteria
Did that mean the answer was God or me?
Or did it mean out of all the friend people I have or call myself having, they really don’t amount to much friend stuff at all?
Or was I just thinking too much?
I ended up calling two people. Neither of them answered their phones, but I hadn’t expected them to anyway.

That’s when I started typing…