It's called Maxine

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I happened to notice a girl in a light shade of blue
I happened to see her, the sight of her leaves me confused
She may not be you
But she looks just like you

You should've seen the way she wore her dress
And her white stiletto shoes
You should've seen the way they looked on her
Just like the ones that I bought you
I searched for days on end to no avail
'Til I found them in Peru
She must've been to Lima just as well
Because she had them too
You should've seen her eyes, her lips, her face
She looked as sweet as honeydew
You should've seen the way she walked away
Oh, she swayed her hips like you
I was only several steps from her
But she never noticed me
I took another sip of fine liqueur
It was quite a sight to see

I happened to notice a girl in a light shade of blue
I happened to see her, the sight of her leaves me confused
She may not be you
But she looks just like you

You should've seen the way he stroked her hair
And the smile that lit her face
You should've seen the way he kissed her lips
Did it have the same sweet taste?
Though my mid, it might be running wild
In constant search of you
It's funny how my eyes keep seeing things my heart
Would not believe are true

I happened to notice a man in a dark shade of blue
Who happened to be with a woman who leaves me confused
She may not be you
But she looks just like you

Maxine, she looks just like you
Maxine, she looks just like you
Maxine, Maxine

HBCU Pride

Months I have spent pondering and praying as it relates to where I will spend the next four critical years of my life. I have heard many perspectives.Some good. Most troubling. I have heard the usual "I want diversity, so I can't attend an HBCU," or "It's too ghetto for me." I am thankful everyday that I have a sound, rational mind on my shoulders and I did not become victim to these very common misconceptions. Now allow me to thoroughly refute each of these lies.

I'll start with the diversity concept, the following is from dictionary.com:

di·ver·si·ty

[dih-vur-si-tee, dahy-] Show IPA

–noun, plural -ties.

1.the state or fact of being diverse;  difference; unlikeness.

2.variety; multiformity.

3.a point of difference.

Unless my eyes are deceiving me, nowhere in the defintion of diversity do I see the word race. Our culture has, somehow throughout time, made race inclusive of the definition. Diversity, again is mutliformative, it can be sought through more than what meets the eye. In the fall, I will be attending an all male, African American college in Atlanta,Ga. One may be led to believe that it doesn't get more homogenous than that. But that just isn't the truth. I am entering a class of singers, thinkers, dancers, writers, poets, self-proclaimed ministers, inventors, innovators, entrepreneurs. That's variety, so that's diversity too.

Secondly, on to this "ghetto" concept:

Where is our pride? Where is our identity? Where is our contentment with who we are? I feel as though some African Americans honestly want to abandon who they are. Again, I am going to Morehouse College. I got accepted to St.John's, George Washington University, and Boston College. NO other school is going to teach me and immerse me into the culture, heritage, struggles, and  triumphs of African Americans accept Morehouse or any HBCU for that matter. No other college on my list of schools was going to mold me into a social change agent, a thinker, an innovator. They weren't going to explain to me how African Americans have the highest rate of incarceration or how black men account for over half of violent crimes committed in the US. They weren't going to tell me that African Americans have the highest high school dropout rate. They weren't going to walk me through the timeline of  over 400 years of plight, degradation, segregation, incarceration, false-imprisonment, slavery, beatings, lynchings, assassinations, castrations, mental and physical abuse. They weren't going to do it. So as ghetto as you may think it is.Just know that they have the same perception of you.So before you go and walk onto the beautiful campus of UGA or Stanford or BC or GWU, ponder and ask yourself, will this school instill pride in me, will it help me to appreciate ME as  an African American.??

 

I'm Here to stay now!!

I know I have been away from the blog but this is something I honestly enjoy doing so I'm back at it again and I promise I won't be so neglectful. I have changed the design to reflect my current feeling at the moment. I feel a sense of overwhelming pride of self-identity. I thoroughly enjoy being black. This pride hasn't always existed but especially since I will be enrolling in one of the most renowned institutions of higher learning in the world (Morehouse College), it is time I get back to business. Now I wonder what my next topic will be.Stay Tuned.

A change

He is blackened by the darkness in his life.

no light.

no triumph.

no reason to get right.



 All he knows is sin.

 no right.

no good.

no reason to claim his wins. 



and where is God?HE waits.

waiting for his heart to change.



we can change our minds.

but our hearts will still feel the same.

dirty.

filthy.

lost in the world.

no name. 



to be continued.

Identity

They all try
to look the same
all try to give themselves a name
pick on the boy who is
all alone
just because his identity is his own
what has this world come
to?
all this wrong that people do
just for the image they want to show
down the evil path they seem to go
The next person you go to
hurt
or try to make feel like dirt
instead of trying to look cool
feel for the guy you make look a fool
A cool identity isn't a need
let those you bully be freed
Your identity should be your own

A better person
you will be known.