I’ll ride the wave
Where it takes me
I’ll hold the pain
An excerpt from an email to a friend..
I have so long tired of working in an environment where speaking with people of our race is split between broken English concealed through thick African accents and/or institutionalized Ebonics. Where subject matter rarely rises above sports or the appeal of some woman’s phat ass.
I just closed my laptop in anger.
I just looked at myself in anger.
I just regarded my job with disgust.
Always loved the song Drops Of Jupiter by Train. I kind of identified with the lyrics. A recent situation brought it to mind and as I sang the words to myself I realized just how poignant the song was to what I was going through.
My art is how I breathe. Take it away from me and I become as the proverbial fish out of water, flailing and flopping about trying to get precious oxygen back into my blood.
The chancellors of lust have always held a strong and vocal presence in the parliament of my mind. Too often have the callings from their committees held the swaying votes on critical decisions.
One of the benefits to having a smartphone is the applications that are available for use with them. One such application, or app for short, is this WordPress app which allows me to create and upload posts from my (smart) phone.
From the Breast Cancer Awareness series featuring model Nedah Oyin
“Being reduced to a catch phrase slogan that’s tossed around for political brownie points. Is that anyway to treat a person?”
“On the other hand, we denounce with righteous indignation and dislike men who are so beguiled and demoralized by the charms of pleasure of the moment, so blinded by desire, that they cannot foresee the pain and trouble that are bound to ensue; and equal blame belongs to those who fail in their duty through weakness of will, which is the same as saying through shrinking from toil and pain.
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