I'm out for presidents to represent me!
We? Don’t you mean they? Nope. I mean we. As in you and I and him and her, annddd them.
On so many levels I didn’t want to write about this moment because I didn’t feel I would be able to capture the weight of it all which is why I waited so long. Sorry.
But then it sank in further and I realized being a part of history is something no one can change so I should try my best to get it all out.
As expected I cried tears of joy, and victory because witnessing Barack Obama give his acceptance speech was spine tingling. His tone and frame of mind resonated so powerfully, not only to the crowd before him, but to everyone around the WORLD watching. Everyone who had been anxiously waiting for this day to come finally felt like we had arrived. Not just black people, but every disadvantaged, under-privileged, and marginalized man, woman, and child. This win was for the new generation coming up who ever felt that they couldn’t amount to much because the people in power didn’t look like them. Barack has managed to break that chain holding us all back by showing the younger generation that IMPOSSIBLE really is NOTHING. His presidency is able to show them that THEIR VOICE COUNTS and that they can make a change and BE the difference. For everyone who ever said we couldn’t and wouldn’t, we have proved we can and will.
The future is ours and it will be anything we want it to be.
We took a “chance” on him when people weren’t willing to take a “chance” on us. We recognized our opportunity and seized it. Power in numbers. The people have spoken loud and clear.
On November 4th, 2008 progress, change, hope, and faith were elected.
Sam Cook was right.
THEY SAID!
Peace.
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PS: The inauguration on January 20th, 2009 will not be something to miss. See you there.
Everything & Anything
I was being forced into a position to give half a shit abut what was being said and all I wanted to do was scream. I was suffocating. The air in my lungs felt like it was escaping me at a rapid pace and with every second he remained in my presence I was closer to dying, or killing him. I wanted to turn and say, “I don’t fucking care, and I never will.” Lord help me. Seriously, help me. I’m resenting every reason I’ve been made to feel like this and I have no idea how long I can endure my silence.
This is ridiculous.
Everything & Anything
I wrote this around the time Megan Williams was brutally attacked but I only had it over on my MySpace. It’s kind of heavy so to all the light weights, beware. Here it is…again…enjoy!
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I couldn’t believe they had tortured her body
Tried to destroy her soul
My stomach felt sick
Thinking how could they do this
And my hands got way too cold
I wanted to cry for her pain
Lord knows that it was there
When they cursed her out saying
She deserved it while pulling out her nigger hair
This shit ain’t fair
But it never was
Hating our existence
All just because
the colour of our skin was just too dark
And from that moment on our bodies were marked
Our lips were too fat, our backs too strong
It just didn’t seem natural
With us something had to be wrong
God must have fucked up when he made us right?
Because civilized beings could not be born with eyes so bright
A thousand deaths and not one “we’re sorry”
And when they get the perfect chance
Their backs are turned
Are you feeling justified?
Hardly
But it’s 2007 and still she was branded
An animal with no rights
America’s been caught red handed
But still we must fight for the brutality and anguish
A million tears and one wish
That has yet to be granted
I wanted to cry
As I wondered why
They could so easily
Abuse her knowing that
It could have very well been me
That’s my word.
Peace
Poetry
I got shot.
She shot me.
This girl. From the east.
She took out her tool, adjusted the lens, and got me.
With precision. Damn.
Who shot ya?! Shannon Boodram
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I keep hearing females talking about men being dawgs, but in the same breath condoning this behaviour by saying they just better be his main ‘bitch’ if he’s gunna have ‘next bitches’.
Like, wtf? To put it clearly, that don’t make no damn sense!
For real for real, don’t complain about a man fucking Stacy, Tracy, and Beth if you’re just going to be happy that he comes home to you at night. People will only do to you what you let them so I’m really done hearing it. Men aren’t stupid (contrary to popular belief) and they know exactly what they’re doing so don’t throw them a rope by making excuses for him. It’s a shame that by doing that he doesn’t even have to come up with his own!
smmfh…
So here’s my motto… feel free to take it as yours too…
I’m not number one, I’m the only one. I’m not on the list, I am the list. I don’t know my place, I own the place.
i | LOVE | myself
Peace.
Everything & Anything
When the pen strays away from the paper, the paper says, “what the eff is your problem?” The pen responds, “nothing, I’m just not ready for the kind of space you’re willing to give me.”
Bic me up ’cause I mead you.
Peace.
Poetry
I make no apologies for my unwillingness to feel sorry for being me.
Alicia Keys - Superwoman
Peace.
Everything & Anything
I have so many incomplete thoughts.
Ideas I didn’t finish writing down.
Half way poems.
Stuck trying to find the right verb or noun.
Random happenings,
Important at the time.
After retracing my steps I still can’t find the next line…
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In case you didn’t realize, that’s the end. Re-read if you didn’t get the point.
Peace.
Poetry
Stripped naked.
Exposed to the core.
The crisp breeze moving around my skin, robbing me of any heat leaving me numb. I cringe.
Toes curl and my back haunches.
I am. Open.
Trying to hold onto anything. Losing the battle with gravity.
The bold sun warns my eyes that the it’s rays are too strong to block out.
I. Open. Them.
And see what I did not want to…
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So not finished. I was in the flow/groove. I’ll revisit.
Peace.
Everything & Anything
