21.O6.11 so...what ya tellin me, right now, is that i'm catching flack because i'm black? because my hair curls a bit more than yours? & because i live at the wrong address? ya tellin me that despite my college degree, my eloquence, & my professional dress, the fact that i am damn near perfect for this job & all the criteria the criteria i've met you've looked past all that & straight at my skin color. stereotyping whe i've risen above every stereotype you can thow my way: i can read & i have a high school diploma NOT a GED: i didn't drop out, i stuck it out and graduate at the top of my class but still you've looked past the fact that i've attended institutions of tertiary education here & abroad & i've chosen to come back home to find a job but yet you refuse to give me one because my hair's locked and you're looking upon me with dread but still i am unable to wrap my head around this because, right now, ya tellin me that i can't have this job because of your close-mindedness & inability to look past what you see on the outside of me because if you cut my palm, i'll bled erd & if you sliced me open, you'll see a heart that beats the same as yours a brain that thinks, but not like yours because i have the ability to look at you and refrain from judging or stereotyping but you're making it hard for me not to because you're telling me that i can't have this job because of my outward appearance & ya tellin me that another person of my race can't work here because her hips are too thick? or because his nose is too wide? forget a job description just let us know that if we're not blonde haired & blue eyed we need not apply. i can't believe that this is what ya telling me... Dark Ages: Youth In Revolt - Politics i'm tired of older generations talking about "back in my day" well dear sir, ma'am this is your day no longer you've thrown it to us the generation you've raised and you criticize this today but you forget that you're the ones that brought us up & you've been grooming us incorrectly, incompletely from jump we've become a selfish generation taught not to fight for us, but to live for me no village has raised this child & we are ill prepared to run this island not with what you've given us with the non-stop criticism, nice cars, big buildings when will we get past this materialism & when will you start caring about my generation & the future that is us? help us to make it, alter it, change it because WE ARE IT but it seems to be of no dire concern to you... & now we've got Bermudian skyscrapers being built up & blocking our light as we enter a dark age both mentally and physically but when will we realize that we are the light at the end of that tunnel? & we are the window that opens when that door closes? ....seems like never.... so come on guys!! who's with me?! =-D let's run this island paradise STRAIGHT to hell we stopped loving it as we should a long time ago... Dark Ages: Youth In Revolt - Abuse I return home And enter my own personal war zone Where I battle as if I’m in army fatigues daily F-bombs dropped constantly My house is far from home Far from comforting This is his domain His region His kingdom And I’m just a lowly peasant Plowing his fields, reliably And my king? He rules cruelly He has no love for me But claims he does And shows it with every blow he deals Verbally Emotionally Mentally Physically Physically… Physical blows, physical wounds The ones that show the most Hurt the least Easily covered up They can be hidden But the scars inside? They shape me into a broken woman I can’t hind from me And I can’t hold off the feeble attempts to justify what I know is wrong But he loves me… And these issues we’ll get through… Right? Late nights I muse and contemplate Plan my escape After he sleeps I sit up dear dairying My only form of release Because I am trapped here Thrown underground as he believes I should be A prisoner of my own personal war I am subjected to daily torture Every time I open my eyes Every time I enter that door But see I cry visibly no more All the tears beaten out of me… I cross the threshold And here are the words that define me Call me punching bag Dumb bitch And come here you fucking SLUT, ima SPLIT YOUR GODDAMN LIP! And I become detached And huddle into the miniscule piece of existence he’s carved and whittled me into The great big hulking chunk of nothing I’ve come to be And hope that today he just might kill me And hope that today is the day he’ll make it all stop I WISH THAT IT ALL WOULD JUST STOP! I can make this stop… Dark Ages: Youth In Revolt - Niggas Yersinia pestis The causative agent of the bubonic plague Also known as the black death Transmitted by rats Stowed away on ships Deadly A pandemic But here we have a plague of our own Of which we are the causative agent Worse than anything a bacteria can cause This is another form of black death Implemented at and progressing from birth We are already predisposed due to the color of our skin Normally acquired from exposure and learned behaviours And without treatment, it only goes from bad to worse Acute Chronic & recurrent This disease has a pathogenesis unto itself Signs and symptoms include Drug slangin, gun bangin Rootin, tootin bud boys Ignorance to one’s own blatant ignorance Thugged out appearances The birth of fatherless little boys And baby girls with daddy issues Fear of authority figures And frequent appearances under breaking news headlines This widespread pandemic Affects many but is limited to few The infected seem to colonize projects, low budget housing And populate street corners Diagnosis requires only a short conversation Treatment and prevention involve high doses of knowledge, a change in mindset and sometimes all they need is just a reason. |
these are. . . mostly remnants of my heartbreak. . . i yearn for the day that i can browse my blog without the urge to cry. . . . . . "now, keep in mind that i'm an artist & i'm sensitive about my shit." -Erykah Badu back in time. •October 2008 •November 2008 •December 2008 •January 2009 •February 2009 •March 2009 •April 2009 •May 2009 •July 2009 •September 2009 •October 2009 •November 2009 •December 2009 •January 2010 •February 2010 •March 2010 •April 2010 •June 2010 •July 2010 •August 2010 •September 2010 •October 2010 •January 2011 •May 2011 •June 2011 •August 2011 •December 2011 •January 2012 •March 2012 |