memory

I remember it like it was yesterday.  The firs day time that I found out that my body could be my enemy, could put me in danger, could make someone hurt me.  I remember it like it happened this morning.  I was all of 16.  My dad wanted me to get confident getting around on my own and taking care of business on my own.  I paid the monthly major bills for the family. The first time he went with me, showed me who to pay, made sure that I understood the importance of receipts and told me to have lunch with the remaining change or see a movie.   The first few times he put me on the MARTA train it was effortless and I felt free.  I felt so damn free.  Heck, there was always $40 left from paying the bills and I had the freedom to walk around a little, explore a bit and have lunch and see a movie.  SWEET!!  I would get dressed in my shorts or a pair of jeans, put on a t-shirt and my tennis shoes and be out.  And one day it happened.  One day, as I stood in my pink v-neck pull over t-shirt, one day as I stood in my acid washed jeans and white high top Reeboks – some man decided that he just had to have me.  This was WAY before the I don’t know what her age is period that we are in now.  I was a baby and I looked it.  My folks did not play that grown girl mess AT ALL.  NO, I wasn’t physically raped.  This man who I tried desperately to get away from followed me talking about the most disgusting things that he wanted to do to me.  This man made me ashamed of my body, made me want to hide.  He followed me about 3 blocks until some man – and trust me I had passed many men and women who witnessed this man behaving this way towards me who looked into my terrified face and did nothing to make him stop -  saw me and started talking to me like the nasty guy did not exist.  He gave the man a look shook his head and walked me to the station.  I was SOOO thankful.  When I called my dad to pick me up from the station I told him what went on.  He sat in the car seething.  He looked me up and down and … I became more ashamed.  I did not do anything – hell I was just a teenage girl in jeans and a t-shirt paying the family bills.  He apologized for the man and explained that more than likely as I became more of a woman this would increase.  It did.  I gained weight because I was afraid.  I avoided men because I was afraid of them for years.  Today I learned that I was terrorized.  Yep, walking behind young women and speaking to them any kind of way – taking their security and making them incredibly, horribly vulnerable is terrorism.  Men need to deal with this and accept that too many of them behave like this.  I note young women being treated like this by so called “men”.  I wonder if they ever heal from the pain of it, cause it hurts!!   The very being we depend on for protection and safety steals it from us and for what!!   This makes me very, very, very angry.  However, I will continue to work on losing weight, and I have become kind of adept at telling men to get the hell away from me in verbal and non-verbal ways.  I pray that I am prepared for the nonsense that comes from some so called MEN when I lose more weight.

change…

I am losing weight now.  I can see it in my face, in my hands, even in my shoes. LOL.  My stomach is coming down.  With every lb. I feel freer.  I feel free.  Thank God.  I am feeling free.  

I used to live with an obligation mind set.  I am obligated to because…. NOPE.  I am not obligated to because.  I do because it is right to do so.  I care because I am not made of stone.  This is freeing. 

I pledged long time ago to give to my community without hesitation, tirelessly, to the point of exhaustion.  I now understand due to reading other sights that this is not really a smart move on my part.  So from now on, I won’t.  It is just tiring and this Strong Black Woman decided about 3 years ago to put that mantle down.  NOPE.  I am gonna pray and leave it in God’s hands.  He handles my life so well, I am sure that it is not neccessary for me to try to solve everything anymore. 

This has been so freeing but so mentally exhausting to, this thinking free and doing what is needed to do to get where you want to go. So much of my thinking process is being challenged.  And that is OK.  It really is.

I am so thankful for the new life I am getting, the new lease on life I am experiencing.  Thank God for all of it.  Thank God.

Really? Wow!

I really rarely listen to the radio these days.  I mean, I hear the songs that catch my ear – Keri Hilson and some Lil Wayne.  Yeah, I do.  I listen and laugh or sometimes straight change the channel if the music become misogynistic etc.  Then I began to catch a trend.  A whole bunch of men are beginning to sing and praise independent women.  Now, seeing that I do OK.  I have my own auto, home, job etc., I just smiled as I listened to the songs prattle on about how this woman can do for herself.  It initially sounded like praise and honor.  Then, the more I listened to the words I caught a theme:

She only wants a man around for sex.  She will pay the bill for dates and don’t want him to.   She’d rather work 3 or 4 jobs rather than count on a man.  She buys her own bottle from the bar.  She puts in the work and the time for her life.  Men will be “treated” by women who are independent. 

Arooo?

Really men?  This is what is hot?  In other words YOU want to be treated like a … woman?  Wow.  Is this really what is going on? 

 I listen to the songs and realize that I have to cut the guys a break.  If it is that difficult for them to understand that they have to bring something else to the table other than chex, a job, a home, and a check that says something pretty sad about them.  Yeah, some independent women do want  a boy toy, but most women that I hang with want a hubby.  They want someone to share their dreams and their hopes with, they want a companion, someone to share their lives and family with. 

 Honestly, chex is not HARD to get for men or women.  So men’s fascination with that – and money, really needs to stop. 

Someone really needs to re-write and re-think some of these songs and themes they are coming up with in music.  For real.

Chris Brown…

needs to serve some time in jail for this.  He tried to KILL this girl. He also needs to do  community service and taking anger management  courses.

I am so angry and so hurt that so many men came to his defense, saying nonsense like we don’t know what she did.  WHAT in the HELZ!!   It just hurts that women are now all being lumped into discarded goods if a guy doe not get what he wants.  It hurts that men do not note that like MOST of them are not bad guys and should not be placed into the same boat that ….  It hurts.  For real.

37 Today- Happy B-Day to ME!!

OK.  This morning was a little rocky, but as the day went on, I got with it.  I have received a lot of happy birthday wishes from folks.  I have received a lot of blessings and grace from God today  and across the years, and I want to say thanks to God and the blessings he send as friends for that too.

I have made a decision today.  If what I read on your blog is largely negative or attempts to place folks in  a box then I really am considering stop reading you.  I have a need for beauty now.  I have a need at this point in my life for kindness, beauty, hope etc.  I  cannot and I will not accept negativity and ugly cause it is all you have to offer.  This kind of makes me sad, cause some blogs that I have followed for a while I am now going to slow down reading them so often and visit them once in a while.  I kinda don’t want to do this cause  I like the people.  I like the spirit that they have and their motivation - their push to do better.  I like the fact that with all of their faults they do like themselves.  What I do not like is the limiting language all of the time.    What I do not like is the willingness to look down on folks.  I do not like it.  Soooo, in order to stop thinking with a smirk on my face, you really do think like this?  I am going to visit them like I would a friend that lives far away from me – sporadically. 

It is a new day and I need, I crave, I want beauty in my life.  There is so much ugliness, so much snark, so much meaniness (yeah I made it up!), so much —- I do not want to invite it into my life.  I do not want to willingly invite in more ugliness in my life than necessary.  I welcome in peace, tranquility, serenity, joy, love, hope, care etc.  I know that it cannot all be avoided etc., but I want to enjoy life despite it.  Heck, I am working on my horrible cursing habit, and I curse like a sailor.  Maybe not on here, but man do I curse.  Because I want more beauty in my life I am trying to calm it down.  Sometimes you must defend yourself and the boundaries you have, but defend them when there is no reason – NO.  I read one blog recently and I thought she is so angy and defensive and she really does not know she is.  In so many ways she is a beautiful person but when the other side comes out it is OUT.  I don’t know what is happening with her – and Lord knows that life can really come at you sometimes, but this is about petty things.  It is really petty.  I need to stop reading her so much now.

I also decided to stop letting technology rule my life.  I have got to start turning off the TV more.  There is usually little to nothing on it.  I am going to start turning it off and putting my energy into creative ventures instead.  I have not worked on my book, worked on some poetry or anything else for that matter in a while.  I have not created a card, or worked on a box either.  It is time to make the madness stop.  It is time to get back to work with doing the things that make me happy beyond coming to work and working in the library. 

My revelation at 37 is that life is here for you to learn, love, and be full of joy.  God wants you to learn and to be about His business , give to others and yes to also take care of yourself.  That is what I will continue to do.  I will continue to march closer to the son and become who I need to be.

Happy B-day to be me.  I pray that you are having a wonderful and joy filled day with me as well.

Chris and Rhianna

Now, let me start by saying that I do not know all of the facts – which is why I did not respond to the numerous reports and blog stories about this situation.  However, I do know what I know, if you know what I mean. 

Rhianna and Chris are young.  Chris is definitely a young man and Rhianna is a young woman.  Rhianna MAY have hit Chris, threw something at him etc.  Chris overreacted in his response and did not take any of the options that he could have – like pulling over the car, putting the car in park, taking the keys and his ID and walking away.  He could have pulled the car over and restrained her.  He could have pulled the car over and told her to get out.  Maybe, just maybe he did try these things, I do not know.  However, I know that the marks on her face and the reported biting of her says he overreacted.

Look.  There are some folks saying because gray occurs black and white should be denied.  NOPE.  That is not the way it works.  You must first look to make sure that the color is REALLY gray.  Got that? Usually men are hitting women because they have a need to control.  Men kill women to control.  Men abuse women to control.  Men are USUALLY the abusers.   Yes, some women DO crazy things to men and men must DEFEND themselves with much force sometimes even killing the woman.  Looking at the brusing on Rhianna,  Chris went past defending to punishing.  He went beyond trying to control the situation to punishing.   If they showed just pictures of slight bruising on her arms/wrist I would cut him slack by saying he tried to restrain her – he tried to control her so that she would stop.  Women are not children we are your partners.  Get that.  If she is acting a fool, put her out the car, YOU get out the car. Restrain her.  Restraint was not his point.  Again the bruises say heck no, he was doing so to punish and to control.  That, ladies and more importantly GENTLEMEN is called abuse.  It is abuse. 

Laws are skewed to protect women, because in causing physical harm and damage, fellas you got the muscles for that.  The courts know this too.   You were blessed with that kind of strength.  Heck, I have read and am knowledgeable about 15-18 year olds breaking in houses of women and raping them, beating them etc.  They are able to do so due to the fact that they are stronger.  Deal with it.  Most abusers are MEN.  Most rapists are MEN.  Most serial killers are MEN.  Deal with it gentlemen.  Don’t get defensive about what is the truth.  Take responsibility for it.  You are responsible, because it is clear that women are not physically equipped to make men stop unless she takes courses specifically for this reason or she is insane herself.  Men must take men who abuse to task about this kind of behavior and teach them how to handle their anger without becoming abusive with the women in their lives.  Deal with it.

I have read where folks said things like – what did she do, she should have known better  blah, blah, blah.  I often wonder, how come Chris did not know better, why wasn’t he expected to know better?  It always seems to me that we want to give men the leadership role until they are put in a tight situation.  When that occurs then the excuses start and what the woman should know or be responsible for begins.  It is an interesting phenomenon to watch. Of course men make mistakes etc., but sometimes it feels like a fail safe plan just in case they are being just plain stupid.  However, I digress.  These are the same folks who would get mucho upset if they saw a mother or father physically abusing their child.  Now, if you do not understand that in the same way that the kid does not have a shot because they are not physically stronger than the mother – and women TYPICALY are not USUALLY stronger than men, then you really need to check your rational about the fact that even though Rhi is probably a lot weaker than Chris it was ok for him to  manhandle her.   Beating on a woman so that she will be submissive etc. to your whims etc. , much like beating on a child is simply wrong.  It is wrong. 

Again, just because there are different shades of the color gray between black and white, does not mean at ALL that black and white does not exist.  Please stop trying to pretend like it does.

The Flaying

More each day my cover is comeing off, coming down.  More, each day.  I hide under sweet smiles and cunning tounge.  More and More that comes down and I must deal with the pain and the hope.  the faith and the desolation.  Every day I am being flayed.  My flesh comes off painfully.  the skin being pulled at comes off  and turns quickly into gray ash.  I sometimes use that ash to grieve.  I grieve over what was, what I wish I had, what I always wanted, my secret dreams, my secret sorrows, my heart.  with tears and phlegm on my face I look up and notice the dawning of tomorrow.  while wiping my face off I note the clear blue sky, the wispy clouds.  I note the color of the trees and the wonders of birds in different, blues, reds, the flowers spouting out their clean bright chipper colors and the pavement, the buildings and the people and……  I am angry and disgusted that the world travels on as I watch.  I am hurting.  It hurts, it hurts.  And then a cool, warm soothing peace washes over me.  Washes over me.  I cease gathering up the gray gunk that lays there; it is being all washed away.   I turn my head towards the son. My ears are  gently caressed by the voice that speaks in my voice and says, I know.  The flesh feels wonderful and it hurts, this flaying does it not.  It speaks a little louder.  I know that it is Him.  It is but a little thing.  I can hear the smile and the comfort.  Oh child of mine.  I am here with you.  It must be flayed off.  My heart beats more slowly now.  I have today brought you your mantle and you cannot wear it effectively covered in this old flesh that holds on when it ought to let go.  See you are being covered and being made new.  It is not pleasant though I know, and the past, it beckons, but alas, you cannot.  YOU MUST MOVE FORWARD.  In this time in this space right now I know that you want to stop because you never knew it could hurt so.  But I promise you, I will be with you through all of it, you will become a new creature, I will walk you through to the other side of this where you will live  a life better and bigger than your dreams.  It is ok to mourn for a little while.  IT is also ok to move on anyway.  Do not sit in the decaying flesh or its graying ashes.  It will be too hard to wash off and I want you to be free of them.  Move forward.  Have courage, have faith,live excellently.  Know that I am with you.  Always.   With that proclomation, I cried with relief.  I was not alone.  I wept with happiness.  It is not in vain.  I tentatively began to take a step out of the past, out of the waste leaving the ashes in my wake….

Good Guys

You know, more and more I am reading blogs that deal with the negative aspect of men.  Honestly, I have done so to because, well fellas, sometimes ya’ll be on that BS.  For real.  But that is not what this post is about. 

THIS here post is about the good guys.  Yeah, the good guys.  Sometimes they come across as thugs, of just suits, or round abouts  but when you talk to them, spend some time with them, laugh with them even sometimes hurt and cry with them you find out that they are good guys.  If they have them, they take care of their kids.  If they got a baby mama they really do try to get along with her.  These are the guys who go to work, go see about mama and ‘em and check on their friends to see if they are ‘aight too.   These are the guys who have figured out that just saying hello to a lady is enough.  They don’t need to be crass or crowd her out.  These are the guys who enjoy a good discussion and loves a great laugh, and generally it is not at another’s expense the situation, the conversation etc. is just plain funny.  These are the guys that others depend on cause he is dependable.  He cares and loves folks and he don’t just turn that off – he really gives a damn about you.  This is the guy who knows that a lady is single so he checks out her home when the noise is strange or he notices something ain’t right.  This is the guy who may not cook but he will bring something with him or take you out.  He knows and understands the value and the power in the words thank you and I appreciate it.  He is natural mensch.  If it makes his life better then he does it, not question.  If it helps him to grow then he does it, no doubt.  His first reaction is to think and look at a situation before he makes a move.  Violence is his last resort, but if he decides it is what he MUST do it will get done.  He works, he hustles. He makes sure to spend time with those he cares about, it ain’t just lip service to him.  He has learned when to rest, when to laugh, when to work and when to be.  Sex is very important to to him but he controls that urge it does not control him.  He learns from his mistakes.  He places situations in priority order cause first things are FIRST.  He mans up and speaks to other men about their stuff bringing their real issues to their attention.  He gets knowledge and prays for wisdom.  This list is some of the best attributes of a good guy.  It ain’t being a pimp.  It ain’t being awoman beater.  It ain’t intimidating folks for no reason.  It ain’t standing on the corner.  It ain’t acquiring money but not having any soul.  It ain’t random sex acts with any woman that says yes.  It ain’t hanging on to being 21 when you are 42.  It – being a man – is about making solid steps to make your life where you want it to be with a vision in mind.   That may be old fashioned to some but it is what the definition is to me.

THIS is for the good guys.  Thank you.  THIS is for the guys who know how to be men knowing that the first thing that they must do is KNOW themselves and the next is control themselves.  A man or woman for that matter who does not know and cannot master themselves is a fool indeed.   This is for the men who have decided that they will be the one in the drivers seat. This is for the one who got a goal a dream, integrity, heart and drive  who is not often appreciated.  This is for you guys … thank you for being the great guys.  Thanks for being the good guys.

enough/ proclomation 2009

i am through fighting msyelf.  i like my small group of friends, my artsy ways, my voice as i sing a song, putting it continuously on repeat.  i like the fact that i talk aloud when things bug me and chase my thoughts around in my head hog tying ‘em down until i dissect them in smaller and smaller bites getting to the core the root of the problem.  i like the poetry, the stories, the observations.  i like the knowledge, the reading, the listening to others, i like it.  i like to finally but into words the best way i can, and i can do that because i study and take my time to observe everything by the way, and make a splash without trying.  i love my brain.  i love my faith in God. i love the fact that i like books.  i like puzzles.  i like crocheting.  i like trying new things and seeing if things fit.  i like the fact that i am not really confrontational.  i like the fact that everybody knows where they stand with me because i do not play with their feelings.  i like it.  i love that about me.  i i am through with trying to make myself like everyone else, trying to be the center of attention.  i give that up.  i am gonna be me.  i like that i am opinionated and can watch things unfold with a certain amount of detachment.  i like me.  i love my imagination and how it skips and moves and keeps me thoroughly entertained. 

look, i am not the girl in the middle of the floor holding court.  i could do that, and on occassion i have, but that is not me unless i fell passionate about what was said or what i need to say. every girl has her sasha fierce.  i usually hold court where i am the reigning queen, at my home, my folks etc. you get the idea, right  yes?  i am confident, intelligent and pretty but i do not have to make you understand or see that. if you don’t, on the real it is your loss.   i am the girl chillin watching the crowd from a corner or a stool at the bar. i am the chick who feel like i have nothing, i mean nothing to prove. and i don’t. 

i am through with fighting myself about being someone i am not.   i am what i need to be for me at any moment and frankly that is enough.  i am through fighting myself to be something that i am not. i am not a size 4,8 or 12.  i am not loud and obnoxious, i do not need to be the center of the world, i am not a shrinking violet.  never will be.  i am assertive, i am creative, i am sweet, i am a full figured woman, i am thoughful, i am intelligent, i am caring, i plan and take calculated risks, i love fierecely…. i am. 

i am through fighting myself and trying to force fit myself in boxes due to a perception i have gained from others that i should be, should behave, should blah, blah, blah .  i am gonna be me.  i am through fighting myself on some journey to a magical place where i am everything to everyone.  i am just gonna be me – getting healthier, better, more loving  – living with courage and excellence and in faith.

such a romantic?

i am such a romantic.  sometimes this makes me hurt.  sometimes it makes me hide or put up barriers.  i believe in love, especially the romantic kind.  i beleive  in men who put forth the effort to make you smile with some flowers, a puzzle, a card little things that say I have been paying attention to you, often enough to make it clear that he adores you, he cherishes you.  i believe in good men who listen to your heartfelt pain and  encourage you to move past it.  i believe in men who take out the trash, sweep and clean the home floors or get a maid, and who makes love to you and hold you for no reason than to have you close to him.  i believe in men who grow cause they need to, hang out with the boys cause they want to, and hangs out with me cause he loves me.  i believe in men who stand up to their families, love their families, let God guide them and  leads in relationships.  i believe in men who are honest and faithful, who love and care for their families, who do the best that they can in good and bad times. i believe in men who have their outside interests, and try to have some balance.   i believe in those kinds of men and that they exist.  i’ve been told that this simply  means i am  a romantic. i think it means that on some level i believe the best about men.  i lost that trust, that faith, that romantic ideology there for a while.

 i am feeling romantic about men again. i lost my trust and faith in myself. i got it back  i also, by virtue of my being desperate at times , i chose bad men.  those days are over.  i kept that old pain and yes, shame in my heart about things that happened in my so called long term relationships.  it is time to release it so i do so today.  irelease the pain from aking mistakes.  i am going to keep looing at men with respect and care being friendly etc.  and attracting good men, great men.  i am gonna begin to trust my instincts ask questions and move forwad. i have decided to be a romantic again.