This week has been a catastrophe for Blackness. Two men, Alton Sterling and Philando Castile, were killed by police officers within 24 hours of each other. Neither had committed a crime that was punishable by death nor did they put any officers lives at risk. It’s inexcusable, unjustifiable, and is perpetuated by a system that disproportionately targets Black Men. Later in the week, 5 police officers in Dallas were killed in the line of duty by a single gunman during an otherwise peaceful protest concerning those cases of lethal force. All of these deaths are completely senseless.
That’s not to say that I wasn’t me yesterday, but I definitely wasn’t me 10 or even 5 years ago.
Today, I’m writing for myself. I haven’t written much lately and that idea has something to do with it. The feeling of writing for other people strips away the joy. I like joy. I want it. (Not to be confused with happiness or contentment, which I don’t care about as much anymore.)
This is for me. One has a need to take inventory of self every now and then. Today seems marginally more appropriate than yesterday. So, these are a…
I’m a multipotentialite. In a nutshell, I have way more interests and passions than I have time. Most people that know me know a few things that I do and or enjoy doing in my spare time. Few people know the depth of my multipotentialism–I’m talking Mariana trench depth. As an exercise I’ll just list some of the things I can do or could be doing any any given moment (in no particular order). The good part is, I’m not alone. You may be one too, but you don’t even know it yet. If you take a look at …
Can’t tell you exactly what the feeling be
But even when I’m down I’m still somewhere near the ceiling
See I’m drinking from the fountain at the tops of all the mountains
Surrounded by the pouncers and the leapers all around me
Nothing cannot stop me like a lobbyist in congress
the sweetest group of peoples supporting me like steeple
You see me from a mile away but can’t tell what I am until you feeling me
Intimate. You can keep the bitterness inside like a bird in a cage
Come in third in a race with myself
Me tomorrow …
Been across the ocean twice
Now I know there’s more to life
Than a couple of hustles build a couple of muscles cause I know they’ll be more to fight
Hoping plight goes away ain’t a strategy
Self taught we not welcome at academy
Know that youre capable even though
Inescapable truth is a tragedy
Can’t settle down here
Keep my bags packed
400 years of emotional baggage fuckin right it leave a man cracked
One happy black family in they neighborhood
Think moving away is for the greater good
All you doing is screwing up the little views of …
mountains all around
Scenery is pretty but I’m homesick
Home wishing I was sitting watch you sipping on a cold drink
It’s a warm day but those are slipping slowly to zero
Little bit of time apart lets you get into the keyhole of my heart
Little video I sent you should be evidence that I miss you like a creole that’s been skipping out on his seafood
I’m walking down a strange street
Parts of what I see don’t seem real
Glossy look in my eyes like watching paint peel on the ceiling no eggshell
You are who you are.
But when you’re outside the boxes and the lines
you get so much less respect from afar.
Hopefully these ways of thought eventually go away with time.
So sad. It’s even worse when the Internet gets involved
then anonymous is synonymous with appalling behavior
stopping people from blossoming like capers.
If you can cope by holding close to those
who protect you and not reject you it will be just fine.
But if you stand singular in that space, you’re not alone, so just cry
and listen for the love leak from each tear.
There are thousands of blogs out there telling you how to create habits and keep them going. I don’t know which ones are right. I’m learning more about myself and what I need to do to make something stick like perfectly cooked noodles on the kitchen wall. I tried to develop a morning routine that could get a lot of the important stuff out of the way right at the start of the day. Only two out of seven things stuck. Why did they stick? They were simple, easy, and I saw the immediate benefit.
The first thing that stuck …