Women’s Wit & Wisdom ~ April 26th

Shit. Truth brick to the balls.

Blog of a Mad Black Woman

“If women are supposed to be less rational and more emotional at the beginning of our menstrual cycle when the female hormone is at its lowest level, then why isn’t it logical to say that, in those few days, women behave the most like the way men behave all month long?”

~ Gloria Steinem, b. 1934, American Feminist, Journalist and Social and Political Activist

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Being Blamed For Your Color/Race

    For the first time in forever (no, don’t you start singing that song from Frozen) I have been offended and insulted because of my race. It felt personal, even though it was a joke. Point taken.

“You wouldn’t be Native Americans, because you killed all of them.”

   Like wow, burn much, I mean… that actually stung my feelings, felt like I was being blamed for something that I didn’t even do and not all white people did do that either.

    It’s like… I’m white and therefor should be punished for all the crimes that bad white people did and everyone forget the good that white people did.

  • Let’s forget how Natives raped and tortured the pioneer woman and other Native tribes.
  • Or how Africans and Nigerians sold their own people for money, not just us, or that they’d enslave them unto themselves.
  • Let’s also forget that Egyptians enslaved Jews.
  • Let’s forget that white people enslaved White people.
  • Let’s forget how white people fought and died for the freedom of black people.
  • Let’s forget that white people were slaves to people in other places.

Racism is racism. Regardless of color or nationality or where you were born.

Every race has been enslaved by their own and by others.
We can’t blame “white people” for everything.

    Some people are still being enslaved, but let’s forget about them too and focus on how much we all hate and blame white people for everything. I hope people realize that blaming solves nothing, action does.

    Like a friend of mine said: “The issue is that people keep bringing things up from the past to justify their actions for racism.”
(This is what she said after I wrote all that stuff above… but she’s right, regardless of whether or not we are racist, we can’t keep bringing up the past to support our actions. We are supposed to learn from the past not live in the past.)

  “Racism; the only way it’ll get better is when people stop bringing up the past to justify their actions in the present. This goes for everyone. I may be white but that doesn’t mean I deserve anyone’s hate if I didn’t personally hurt them. Your color doesn’t define you. Your words do not define you. Your actions define you. Peace and freedom cannot be found through hate and force. Again, applies to everyone, regardless of color.”

Letter to Myself

So I was just watching TeensReact to Amanda Todd’s vid; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VF6cmddWOgU
I was reading all the “The sad part is…” type of comments and here’s what I think.

The sad part is that this girl gave up.

We all live sad, miserable, fucked up lives where bad and unfair shit happens to us.

We even get bad shit coming our way that we deserve.

But the strong and adaptive carry on, the weak give up.

She may have been a sweet girl, but she wasn’t a good person and she wasn’t a strong one either.

Suicide is sad, but no matter what reasons or excuses we have, in the end, it’s our choice on what we decide.

Someone can have a gun to your head and tell you to kill yourself and you can either fight back or give in.

Someone can have a gun to someone’s head whom you love or care about or is innocent and you can still make a choice.

You can choose to fight, run, or die.

Everything is your choice.

Even not paying bills and taxes, sure there are consequences but it’s your choice.

No one can you force you to do anything, you let them.

Take back your life and don’t let others dictate what you can and cannot do.

It’s your life, you only have one; live it.

Input Something Purple Here.

I’ve written my poetry and they all sound the same. Oh woe is me and help me that but what exactly is that accomplishing?
A small fleeting moment to feel good? “Oh wow, yay, I actually did something today. Took SOOO much energy.”
Like, come on, this shit aint original. It’s all the same crap said differently, but the meaning and context is the same.
I do it and think I’m so unique, but really I’m not. Fuck, this shit I’m saying now has probably already been said.
So how bout I stop doing the copies of others and you and I both start being original. Cause this shit’s boring and depressing as fuck.

And with that, Happy belated Easter and April Fools day.
Hope you have a good summer.

(Anime girl represent the “Yeah, let’s not be sheeple.” Type of blunt look you’d give someone.)

Two Poems in One

I find myself wondering where our life goes,

We hide and lie about what we have deep down inside,
It sickens us and twists us into shapes so atrocious,

A tainted razor seems to hold the key,

Just another another self deceit,
A silly fake cheat.

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I wake up at night remembering the horrors of childhood,

Father likes to bend our naked bodies over his knees,
He wears nothing but boxers and a dictated smile on his face,

Mother isn’t ever there; lost in her own prayer,

It’s not the pain that hurts,
But how father looks at us,

I see a gleam in his eye and it gives me chills,

Here it comes again; he likes to pretend I’m his girlfriend,
I’m done, I’m spent, he’s going to get it,

Death is the only thing that awaits him, no love, just a pool of his blood.

Undying_War on Chatzy

Undying_War: Sometimes… 2:33 AM

Undying_War: I wonder… 2:33 AM

Undying_War: …. What.. really goes on… 2:35 AM

Undying_War: .. In that head of yours….. 2:36 AM

Undying_War: I know why people believe in God. 2:39 AM

Undying_War: Because when all are gone… there is nothing left. 2:40 AM

Undying_War: And that nothingness… is too much.. 2:43 AM

Undying_War: So they create imaginary figment’s. 2:44 AM

Undying_War: “Something is better than nothing.” 2:45 AM

Undying_War: Does that include when that “something” is more damaging than the Nothingness?

Little Sad Poem

I can’t let my hate go.

It’s all that’s left, all I’ve ever know.

It keeps me going, while I lick my wounds.

I’m too coward to let my guard down, especially around you.

I’m too weak to forgive, even if it would set me free.

Too tainted to get back what has been lost, it’s just a ghost of what I had painted.

And worst of all; I’m too afraid to show myself to you.