They Call Me Cookie to My Face

I hate jumping on bandwagons and this is NOT what I'm doing in this post. I'm pointing out bullshit people let come out of their faces because they don't want to face the facts about the history of this country. Two major issues: 1. The "all lives matter" quip as a response to "black lives matter." 2. Petitions/Assertions that Black Lives Matter should be classified as a hate or terrorist group. And here goes: 1. You're right all lives do matter. But the problem is that has never been a practice in this country. EVER. Groups of people have been killed for dollars, land, power, and economic rights since this country was founded. Wake the fuck up and grow the fuck up. Maybe if you were awake in history class you wouldn't let this shit come out of your mouth. Start refreshing your memory by reading A People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn. The reason why it is necessary to say "black lives matter" is beca...

Str8 to the point. 1. Having children might make you a better person. -What? ok first of all, are you on the slick trying to call me a bad person? Second, that is a dumbass and truly selfish reason to have children. I should have children so that it will make ME  a better person instead of possibly making the world a better place. Smart. 2. You don't want children because you are a coward. -I don't think refraining from having children makes one a coward. I think all those dads out there that run away from the children they helped to make are cowards. 3. You truly become a woman when you have children. -What about all those "women" out there fucking up this responsibility? Are they more of a woman than me because their vaginas exploded? 4. You are going to end up the crazy cat lady. -Ok first of all cats are awesome. It takes less time to train them to not shit on your rug. And truth be told I'd rather be the crazy cat lady than someone's crazy...

I was talking with a friend the other day. Really intelligent guy. He has a 7 year old nephew who is having problems concentrating in school. So like every other kid who can't sit still a psychiatrist has suggested he has ADHD and prescribed medication. While I find this disturbing I am no longer surprised. It seems like everyone has ADD, ADHD, PTSD, and OPP. Wait, that last one though. Anyway what set off alarms was when  he went on to say that his 7 year old nephew was also diagnosed with Bi-Polar Disorder. And another one. Yes. Another over-diagnosed and mis-understood MOOD DISORDER. Not to be confused with Multiple Personality Disorder which is now called Dissociative Identity Disorder and is a DISSOCIATIVE DISORDER (meaning one breaks from reality by producing personas). Ok so let me get this straight. A 7 year old kid, an under-developed man child that has only been on this earth for 7 years lacks the ability to control his emotions. This child has periods of mania an...

Everyone has their posts or blogs about haters. How they really admire you and all of that. I just wanted to put my 2 cents in about the psychological frustrations that haters face every day... in the mind of the hater: *cue trippy music* ...BECAUSE OF YOU!!! You selfish self-loving person. How dare you progress, be happy, help your enemies. Why aren't you bitter and ashamed? If you were really a good person you would succumb to despair and hatred and fall in line with the rest of the haters. You'd spend your work days combing through your co-workers tasks looking for mistakes; you'd watch your neighbors roses grow and imagine them bursting into flame, you'd would tell your best friend that her boyfriend ain't shit cuz you ain't got one. But what do you do? You make yourself better...you...you...confident human being!! I HATE YOU -Sincerely a Hater And while said haters are composing this hate mail in their minds their own tasks are laid to w...

There are alot of children in this country going hungry, being neglected and severely abused. A good many of them are in my family. There seems to be a major hush hush about it in certain communities. Some of it can be attributed to matrial piety ( i just made this term up) but I will address that in another and more raw post. Today I saw and read an article on a father and son video on face book. The father was disciplining his son about respecting his elders. In a boxing match he busted his lip and bloodied his nose. He didn't die or need medical attention.While it is juvenile and short sighted to post the ordeal on face book I cannot deny that a good punch in the face sometimes does the trick. Is it abuse?  I've seen abuse first hand. Abuse is when someone fulfills their own emotional needs in harming another. Abuse happens out of anger and sometimes mental illness. There are alot of unaddressed issues in many communities that have somehow become culture. This culture...

We have all been hurt. You meet that dude that puts it on you. He's got that swag but he also got an attention span problem. A great many women are very protective of their men. That is understandable. At a healthy level its about respect for your relationship within and without. BUT: (and a big one it is) Here is when it becomes unhealthy. When women completely acquiesce to the sentiment "He's just a man" or "Men will be men" or any other version of "he-can't-help-it-because-he-has-a-penis" bullshit social issues arise. Personally I've been advised in the past that if I cared for a man I'd fight for him. I've also been told you have to be careful about who you have your man around because some chic might steal him..blah blah blah. I heard what they were saying but I didn't listen. Why? Because men aren't expensive gadgets or a rare breed of some sort of pet. They have brains. They can make decisions. If I have to ...

She used to laugh backs cracking breasts free as the sway of cane Her hair a basket woven by her peers her eyes stars embedded in an alabaster mask Her man moved the moon out of the way in the morning and the sun at night She used to sing rivers running a season in the sun and rain Her arms the bow and her kiss the arrow flying beyond the sky to grace the gods Her sister baked the bread of life on a stone and it was good and when she died  the earth wept When she rose there was rejoicing Her womb opened up and out sprung humanity How dare you maim her how dare you shame her Lords of folly be damned How dare you shackle her man feed him bleached dough until he bursts open to anything that comes his way She was free once and when she danced volcanoes erupted She watched the world change and you changed with it How dare you breathe and not honor her How dare you

No one around you is dying so stop all the crying stop hugging trees and get off your knees ...There is money to be made... No blood on your hands, but wash them anyway and comb your hair and DON'T stare ...They might ask for help.... No one in your way is dead so some things must be said things about beauty that aren't true things about duty that don't apply to you ...Don't sweat the small stuff kid... No one will question your wallet or the things that you did By next week they'll forget and by next year they're over it ...Hell, their stewing in their own sin... Don't be afraid of death, yet Just worry about what you didn't get And be proud of who you didn't let in ...Just make sure you win... Life is full of regret for death, the dead, and dying for vanity, greed, lying no need to add a straw The choice is yours son... You can die "happy" or not die at all Written July 12th, 2005 ©  10 years ago   0  •  11