Intrigue...the unspoken yet said everyday

Have you ever told yourself that you were going to do something, and your tomorrow was always a day ahead of you? Well that was this blog for me. Expect stories, poetry, rants, advice, contemplation, and an overall journey. Good or bad the walk is yours.

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Last week at the International Meeting of Black People...

White person (bursting through the door): Don't worry everyone; I'm here! Sorry, I got stuck in traffic, but I finally made it. That's right. I'm a white person! Please, hold your applause. I'm here to help you in the fight against racism. That's just the kind of person I am. I'm sincere, caring, and enthusiastic and ready to help in any way I can.

Black woman: Um, well I guess you could start by--

White person: Hey, I've got an idea. Let's all dress up like Trayvon Martin and march down main street! We'll call it "One Million Hoodies" and we can all go out and by Skittles and Arizona Teas and make speeches about white privilege.

Black woman: I don't... I don't think that'd be--

White person: Hey, I noticed one of your pamphlets said "End White Supremacy." First thing's first, we need to change that. I don't know, the phrase "white supremacy" sounds like it might alienate white people. How are we supposed to end racism without white people's help?

Black woman: You know white people created racism, right?

White person: OH THAT IS IT. YOU PEOPLE WILL NEVER END RACISM UNTIL YOU LEARN TO BE NICE TO WHITE PEOPLE. HOW DARE YOU BE SO CRUEL TO SOMEONE WHO JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU? I AM SO OUT OF HERE. GOOD LUCK ENDING RACISM WITHOUT ME. YOUR FIGHT IS NOW FUTILE.

Dion: Now watch white people argue with this post and successfully miss the entire point.

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livinevitaloca:

LMFAAOOO, ouch! 

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Everyday is a Story

Everyday is a story, and every moment is a memory waiting to be made. I had the privilege of being able to sit in a room and listen to people share about themselves authentically. There was no show, just real people. I truly value that. I value someone entrusting a piece of him or herself to me. Experience is a gift and one that I treasure. I love the person the God is forming me to be. I will take every experience as a living story and live each day as writer forming my piece on the page.

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I hope

I hope that this peace I feel about us isn't passing,

that the rhetoric I release isn't temporal,

that this lack of sadness or rage will be lasting,

for I have been here time and time again

yet I had slipped back to the immature me

unable to accept your truthful and apparent answer to my request

well my non-request because I couldn't dare be that vulnerable

that honest with you

with myself

yes...I am hopeful

Prayerful...God bless you

and let him bless me too

with the promise of continued peace.

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how much will it take for me to want to give up a battle already lost?

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My best friend, cousin, soul's companion...I am blessed to know an angel on earth.

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Emotions

Sometimes they just swell, like a beautiful disaster showcasing God's power.

Sometimes they trickle down like water from a damaged shower head, unable to spray properly.

Sometimes I try to neglect their existence, yet they force me to reminisce , force me to miss their youthful years.

Emotion... my consistent combatant.

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so i love her

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I am going to sleep on schedule, with a heart full of relief and world enabled by my wonder. I say my prayers and drift, hoping to wake until the time comes for my deep sleep: after God's tasks for me are complete. Until then I will breathe unknowingly as I stare at the backsides of my eyelids, opaque but not dark. 

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I'm Just waiting for you to talk to me first...

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sunshineandsugar:

& When you do I’m like…

1000 times yes

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I had a dream about Trey Songz last night.

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Who doesn't lol?

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This song is so real. 

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Except Acceptance

My cousin told me that acceptance is the hardest part. Accepting that your love is unrequited. That there is nothing you can do about it. That he love you but isn’t in love with you. Maybe she didn’t say it that way but that’s what I heard.

I was foolish enough to think that by saying I am through that I was accepting the fact that my love has a “return to sender” postage engraved in its being. I thought that I was okay, that I had cried so many tears before that I was done, that I wasn’t allowed to anymore.  So why am I at my computer attempting to find solace in the clicking of the keys, and the numbing of my fingertips as I fight to keep my thoughts from becoming chaotic scribbles on a page?

Unrequited. It is funny that I was conceited enough to think that I had outgrown such a forlorn word. I mean unrequited died in grade school. It is a word to overdrawn teen dramas. I chuckle. I smile, but am I really?

He doesn’t love me. My first love doesn’t love me. I hit my funny bone. I just keep laughing. It is hilarious. Why did it take me so long to realize it? I am pretty sure a primate could tell. So what happened to me? Evolutionary defect? (Insert laugh here, not hysterical, just a pleasant chuckle)

I can’t retreat to drugs and sex because it is not my style. Writing doesn’t decrease reality. It might make it worse.  Should I have just stayed delusional?

Oh well. That is life. I will strive for a Tony and Oscar nomination this time next year. (Imagines bright lights and steps onto red carpet while displaying her Colgate smile)

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I am the runner that never ceases, always chasing a fruitless dream. I am not sure of this dreams origin, it's creator. I am not sure if it persists as a tool of mockery, a nightmare in disguise, or a simple dream meant to be forgotten once I awoke. I am only sure of its existence. I am so secure in this fact. I also understand that a dream needs a dreamer to live. I give it life. Why can I not just through away the figless fig tree?  Can I not? Is it a question of cannot or the act of will not? See as humans the simple answer of cannot allows us to take the position of victim forced to succumb to emotion. The latter that involves choice and diligent persistence is far more frightening. How do we as human beings the "superior species" tackle the concept of choosing to suffer? Of course nothing is as simple as a this or that answer, not You nor I.

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You can't judge a book by it's cover

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biracialboi:

mulatto diaries #60 who is black

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I promise I am not  off the face of the planet. Finals just have gotten even realer. I also have a lot to update you all on. I will go into further detail at a later date. However, I feel I should leave you with a wonderful Luam dance video to make up for my neglect. Enjoy =)