Skeletons in my closet

The silent running dialogue that I often have with myself.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

See what I see!

Very rarely do I get riled up these days. It seems as if maybe a little of everyday life has zapped some of my:

I will admit to being a little more lenient about issues that are hot button with me.

In other words as I was dealing with some of this history I was making for the last two weeks ole Mister Buk Buk reared his head.

SideNote: Mr. Buk Buk is a term similar to Ole Mister Charlie, or Boss Man depending on where you are from. It is the term associated with the slave master on a plantation, or the local control of the police system. Any white man in power recognized by them towel head Negroes!

You would be amazed to hear the negativity in their comments and attitudes when it comes to Blacks.

I still call us Black. I never really got into the whole African American thing; I really think Blacks are the epitome of the American Way of thinking. (More on that later)

Now at this point and can tell you guys without a doubt that I have experienced some hardcore bouts with the Greys and their way of thinking. But I scratched my head in writing this and realized that we are as much the victims as we are the culprits. So I changed my focus from them to us. I have experienced the severe effects of racism as a child and continue to deal with the new racism as an adult.

The new racism that has convinced our youth that it is okay…scratch that…cool that:
  • They practice ignorance, because only nerds and white boys do their schoolwork and excel academically, you might even end up talking white.
  • They pride themselves on looking slovenly and wear ill-fitting clothing.
  • They are more concerned with what you have and not who you are and what you are about; so advertise your worth/value on your arm, neck, feet, ass, or teeth.
  • It's okay for women to be just as aggressive as men even at the tender ages of twelve and fifteen. (Promiscuity) And if you get pregnant don’t worry mommy, grandmother, and Auntie will help, they’re not going to be mad.
  • A man measures his self esteem by the number of women he can impress, cajole, fool, trick, order, and take into his bed.
  • Al and Jessie represent all us black folk.
  • Women should be so proud of our god given bodies that we should be prepared to show them off in the most revealing way possible.

The New Racism that has convinced our adults that:

  • It is cool to be smart so you can distance yourself for other dumb niggas, and patronize others not as smart as you, oh and get a job working for some good white company.
  • It is socially acceptable to wear clothing that fits as long as it is a name brand that people can recognize.
  • It is really what you have not who you are and what you are about; so advertise your worth in the car you drive, the suit you wear, the restaurants you frequent, and the neighborhood you live in.
  • It is perfectly okay for women to raise that baby on your own, cause men are deadbeats and you can’t expect them to do right anyway. Besides I know a bunch of women who don’t have the father of their children in their lives.
  • It is okay for men to have random sexually partners without protection because we all have this understanding. Besides she don’t look sick. Hell if she gets pregnant I will pay for the abortion. If she don’t want the abortion then its on her.
  • It is okay for men to “handle their responsibility” in the form of a paycheck. Never having to be the daddy that the child needs. (don’t fool yourself, she wont let me is not an excuse!)
  • Al and Jessie represent all us Black Folk.
  • Women are so eager to find pleasure and acceptance that they settle, settle for average and then expect greatness.

The New Racism that has convinced our elders that:

  • Education is not the end, or the answer. Opportunity is what is lacking, and we must create our own opportunity.
  • All young people care about is status, money, and sex.
  • These young people are fools for calling themselves a hated word and then dressing the part.
  • That Al and Jessie represent all us black folk, and we really miss Malcom, and Martin, and Dubois…
  • I hope I wont have to spend my retirement years taking care of my grandchilds babies like I took care of my grandchild.

We are such a divided people. First it was the color of our skin. Then they divided us economically. Now the last frontier for division falls along the time line.

How could a group of people come through 400 years of oppression with our minds intact; only to fall victim to the very freedom we fought for.

Sometimes I just need to get it off my soul, the Soul that we Black folks Share.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

My tortured SOLES!

I was really on some different stuff today but I had to give you a little recap of Essence.

First this is an official warning to all black women in America!


I don’t care if they match the outfit.
I don’t care if they just look so cute with the bag!
Don’t wear them!

It is not cute for you to hobble into the club, concert, movie, restaurant, party. You look crippled!

It is not cute for you to pull out a pair of slippers, flip flops, socks, (tucked in your purse) sit down to put them own, carry your cute shoes in your hand until you reach the destination, then put the hurting shoes on again.

At the end of the night poor babies feet all hot, red, and angry. Where the laces cross, or straps buckle, purple bruises have formed. Hours of abuse have left their former manicured soles lost in a tortured embrace. They huddle together, often overlapping. They pay the ultimate price for fashion. Then most of ya feet kinda rough to begin with, this don’t help.

Just please don’t wear the cute shoes. By the time you hobble to your seat, the damn show is over anyway. I don’t know if all cute shoes are two small, or that they are just designed to hurt. But the reality is someone is playing a cruel joke on all members of the female persuasion. Maybe you need to have a federal probe, some indictments, somebody needs to go to jail.

It just doesn’t stand to reason that all cute women shoes hurt.

Not to leave the guys out:

See Bruh, when you buy the Hen Dog, that Grey Goose and tonic, that Scotch and soda, any number of alcohol containing mixed drinks, it comes with the five things:
Liquid beverage

I didn’t say straw (arrow pointing to number 5) I said stirrer. The item in your cup that is thin usually red in color, and has one or two holes is not for the consumption of your beverage, it is to stir your beverage, to chew, to catch ice at the end…anything other than drinking. It is not a straw. Liquor was not designed to be consumed that way.

Besides bruh you telling on your self, nice suit, nice shoes, nice watch; drinking Hennessey from a straw… Like school in the summertime.

Now, back to Essence. Sat 2nd Row center saw Kanye West, Destiny Child.

I have a rule that I usually follow; I don’t see rappers in concert because it is usually boring. After watching Mr. West for 20 minutes, I realize that my general rule is still applicable.

Saw the chick from Girlfriends at Essence. (the show that comes on UPN, but my Direct TV service does not carry UPN as a local station, I am writing letters). I don’t know her name, but her character is the spoiled black chic, who is married to the doctor (I have not seen the show in one year so sorry if I am out of date). She sat three seats down from me. Da girl needs to eat some bread, some biscuits, with gravy. Girl was Poe! I hate to say it because on TV she is BAD, real nice, slim but nice. But in the real, damn she skinny. And that lip thing she got, well real life makes that lip thing look serious. And to top it all off she can’t dance. I mean it was some Elaine Benis from Seinfeld type shyte she was doing. EMBARRASSING!!! Then she was wit some white chic…never mind moving on.

Anyway, Destiny’s Child was on point. Dem girls can sing. I have a debate raging about who is the prettiest. Kelly just looks cute to me, and pretty, still Beyonce is sexy. Right now it is a draw.

Last but not least, why are women in this habit of leering at a brotha. They stare, then look ya ole lady up and down then stare some more. It is similar to what I have seen some dudes do. It is just rude! Now I don’t want tot get it twisted, Maybe I had a booger in my nose or on my cheek, but man chics is just as aggressive as men.

More later.

And I am gone!!!!