Friday, May 30, 2014

Pack Light

Bag lady you gone
hurt your back
Dragging all them bags like that
I guess nobody ever told you
All you must hold on to
Is you, is you, is you

One day all them bags gone get in your way
One day all them bags gone get in your way
I said one day all them bags gone get in your way
One Day all them bags gone get in your way

So pack light
Pack light
Pack light

-on paying attention

The quieter you become, the more you can hear.
- Ram Dass

An African Proverb

Friday has arrived


Black Friday

Friday Flashback

Thursday, May 29, 2014


      when I happen to see this time, am or pm I like to pray this prayer;

      Dear God, please subtract from my life, people who could care less if I lived or died, and please add to my life, people who will be a blessing to me in one way or another. Please open doors or windows that have been closed to me and  please direct my path. Please also give me the wisdom to accept that those with whom I have to struggle to maintain a friendship are actually trying to be set free.


# istaywoke

Why the world sleepin' on black girls.

--Andre 3000

     I'm not sleeping. 
     I'm wide awake.
     and both hands are raised.

D'Angelo- Lecture

Throwback Thursday

Hope you have a great day!

I'm in the mood for some Dwele

Friday, May 23, 2014

Memorial Day weekend is here

  I wanna do some partying.

  I have no friends here in Oregon (tons of fake fairweather friends but no real ones) so I'll probably  do what   I do every weekend :

  Have fun all by myself.

Something to tide me over

until time to leave the office

(not that I have anything to do afterwards)

Karriem Riggins

Thursday, May 22, 2014


How does it feel?

47 years ago today

James Mercer Langston Hughes, my favorite poet, passed away.

I became familiar with his work when I was 8 years old. As a child I had a really bad speech impediment; I had a stuttering problem so severe that my family felt the need to complete my sentences. I ended up only speaking when necessary. I still carry some of that emotional baggage with me today, by the way. Anyway, my speech pathologist, in her attempt to find things that might calm me down (or things to think of that might calm me down during all the stress in my household) she introduced me to the poetry of Langston Hughes.  That's where I got not only my love of reading poetry, but of writing it as well.
When there would be lots of arguing in the background, I would go to my room and pretend I was on the beach somewhere far far away from the yelling, and I would steal away and read from Langston Hughes' vast collection of manuscripts, and it would calm me. He was my refuge, from all the yelling at home and all the mean kids at school and church who made fun of me because I couldn't complete a sentence. I still do stutter, but I've learned to control it: the average person wouldn't know I stuttered if I didn't tell them.
I often wonder if I would even have the appreciation for poetry had I not needed speech pathologists from age 8 to 17.
Not realizing he had died when I was 4, I  had read The Life of  Langston Hughes when I was 13. It had taken me a while to read both volumes as they were about 1,000 pages long. I had gotten so engrossed in his life story that about 10 pages towards the end when he was dying, and then when he actually died,  I became physically upset and I began to cry. It was as if someone I knew had died; that I wouldn never see or hear anything new from him again.   My mother said that she never saw me cry so much.

May he rest in peace.

Dinner Guest: Me
I know I am
The Negro Problem
Being wined and dined,
Answering the usual questions
That come to white mind
Which seeks demurely
To Probe in polite way
The why and wherewithal
Of darkness U.S.A.--
Wondering how things got this way
In current democratic night,
Murmuring gently
Over fraises du bois,
"I'm so ashamed of being white."

The lobster is delicious,
The wine divine,
And center of attention
At the damask table, mine.
To be a Problem on
Park Avenue at eight
Is not so bad.
Solutions to the Problem,
Of course, wait.

Monday, May 19, 2014

My response to the 2014 Billboard Music Awards


Top R&B artist: Justin Timberlake ?
Top R&B album: Justin Timberlake, "The 20/20 Experience" ?
Top R&B song: Robin Thicke, "Blurred Lines" ?
Pardon my French, but

That's all I gotta say.

An Interesting Read.

Nadra Kareem Nittle of writes that when Emery Mapes of the North Dakota Diamond Milling Co. set out in 1893 to find an image to market ...his breakfast porridge, now called Cream of Wheat, he decided the portrayal of a subservient and uneducated Black chef was the best fit.
In a 1921 advertisement, the grinning chef — who was given the name Rastus — holds up a chalkboard with these words: “Maybe Cream of Wheat aint got no vitamines. I dont know what them things is. If they’s bugs they aint none in Cream of Wheat…”
Rastus represented the black man as a childlike, nonthreatening slave. The purpose was to portray African-Americans as content with a separate but (un)equal existence while making white Southerners of the time feel nostalgic about the slavery era. Though there are petitions calling for its removal, the caricature still remains on the promotional packaging for Cream of Wheat today.

My sentiments exactly

Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery.
- Malcolm X
Happy Birthday (RIP)

Friday, May 16, 2014

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Maaimouna Youssef- We're Already Royal

This video project shows how the modern day African American community still holds the same indicative set of core values, morals, and ethics instilled throughout history and evident in ancestral
memory. Let it be known that at the core, we are Kings and Queens, despite the assumptions or misconceptions others may have of us as a people.
Check the footage below to watch the official video for “We’re Already Royal.” Stay tuned for more from Maimouna Youssef.

Thursday Throwback


Wednesday, May 14, 2014

One Mo'gin & The Line

What to keep. What to throw away.

Cherish those who show you that they love you. Dispose of those who show they were pretending that they like you.
-Alieux Casey-George

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

I haven't been away

I've been ill, and not in the mood to do anything but lie in my bed and sleep and dream up ways of  doing whatever I could do to cause my housemate to want to move out. I'll write more when I feel better.

Hope you all are doing okay.