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It's poetic.
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Hard subject to tackle.
Apr16-12
I’ve come to the realization that I truly lack the level of compassion the “normal female” has..
I do not know the exact amount one should have but certain instances, situations, and opinions have caused me to see that I am not like the others.
Yes, at times I do get emotional but it’s only one week out of the month.
Yes, I cry but you’ll rarely see me do so.
I’ve learned to control my feelings and not get attached.
I’ve learned not to give my all to a male and have nothing in the end when I’m as young as I am.
Wholeheartedly giving yourself to someone should be when two are joined at a ceremony: not in high school or college.
Females need to learn to live and understand that they don’t NEED a significant other during the years of finding themselves.
Yes, situations do happen to where one feels obligated to men but in generality a female should lookout for herself before a man until she’s ready to do so.
Strength is given to all but it’s the wise who embrace it.
Don’t be the female guys prey upon for sexual liaisons or just bc they feel like being bothered with you..
Be better than that.
Don’t make men take up your malleable brain during your school years, use that for growth and intelligence.
I’m not saying become a lesbian or not date guys.
But know your limits and make sure you’re prepared for that man and his circumstances before getting on another level.
The picture may be pretty but it’s the artist’s interpretation that you’ll never fully know, you’ll never fully grasp it bc it’s a foundation of a part of life that they experienced themselves and no one can understand another person fully, ever.
Be wise and you will be rewarded with a man to complement you toward y’all’s own perfection, when you’re ready.
* this is how I felt at the moment.
Hard topic.
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Challenge.
I wonder if you could see what I see.
You see your reflection but you can’t obviously see what I see!
If you did you would have more pride and less jealousy..
If you did you’d stress less and praise more..
If you did, you’d be yourself.
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Vida.
It’s a thrill to see success.
It’s a massacre to see failure.
It’s amazing to see the outcome..
It’s stressful to go through the process..
It’s knowledgeable to make life of lessons..
It’s smart to learn from your mistakes..
It’s life.
Live it.
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The Era of Nicki Minaj
I found this article very interesting since we scrutinized black women
as role models in the media during our last class meeting. Nicki
Minaj’s new video “Stupid Hoe” is being banned from BET. Sources from
the company say that her lyrics are too explicit and reveal too much
of her “back side” in the video. During our last visit, we ended by
asking the question “What is the continued role of the respectable
black woman in the era of “Nicki Minaj”?” After reading this article,
how would you answer this question of respectable black women?Joslyn Cartlidge
(Source: newsouthnegress, via blackfeministsinthesip)
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Awake.
Jan 10-12
I’m sleep.
I am awake.
I am aware, yet I am sleep.
I scream the truth through your eardrums and I am sleep.
I hear the whispers, see the lies, kiss the details, die by the smiles yet still, I’m sleep and not in need or want of walking soon.
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Finally.
Jan 9-12
I wake up to a life of my own.
A life alone.
The life I’ve prayed for countless times but when I finally got that life.
I hesitated for a second.
Within that second, I questioned.
No longer am I bound without chains, no longer am I sleeping, no longer am I dead to a person, I’m alive.
Back to reality, I’m better.
I’ve understood how to feel alone while being held.
Now when I lie down, I’m without grip on life.
Life is too short to steer.
Lesson learned, the page has turned.
Hello world.
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Part UNO.
Jan 1-12
No stereotype intended.
I only recommended being myself to me and I answered that I would be, the old me has been suspended.
The name I was called became who I was and after I’ve noticed I’m back to who I was.
If confusion is set on your face I mind you cannot begin to understand, understand what I have dealt of my life from my hands..
I made decision based on your reactions not my own, after noticing that I was ashamed of my own..
Thinking thoroughly prior to belligerent actions is always proposed in order to eliminate most mistakes and arguments..
I wonder who I should thank for my accomplishments..
I questioned God and his works, I questioned myself and mine..
I find myself apologizing less due to believe it would lead to regret..
Make me over, make me me again..
Make me bolder, stronger, more selfless..
Make me the fetus I was before entering this world, I want a fresh start and a new heart..
A new heart of new intentions and not afraid of beating again..
I forgot how to love properly but protecting my own..
I’ve broken hearts and forced myself to not care about how others would feel..
I am used to not putting up with anything..
Oh the lyrics you are now reading to the repeating song I sing..
Forgive my ignorance.
Forgive my existence..
Forgive me loving those of other intentions..
Forgive me Father for I knew not what I did until now.
My sacrifice.
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Unveil.
Dec27-11
There once was a me before you came along.
She smiled without force, wore her hair in manageable styles, slept as if sheets were of heaven’s weft, and walked like she won a modeling contract..
Where is she now?
Is she hidden behind your shadow which consumes her life itself..
Is she behind your snarl upon your face in remembrance of her?
Better yet, why did she leave?
Who would have control to let her make a move to interrupt her lifestyle of comfort?
Was she as strong as she thought she was, or was it a front to live a life she always wanted?
Oh, the questions that remain unanswered..
And those questions never will be, until she is able to see,
And that she, is me.
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Damn Love.
There isn’t enough room to explicate.
I will try to accommodate..
Then again, I don’t know where to start.
