Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Saturday, July 20, 2013
It's On You
If I stand tall & proud,
You feel intimidated & want to take me down
It's on you.
If my swag, my curves, my style
titilates or titivates
It's on you.
If you are socially awkward
with an absentee or cold mother
It's on you!
I WILL WALK TALL!
I WILL WALK PROUD!
I WILL OWN MY SACRED SEXUALITY!
I WILL SHARE OR DENY USE OF MY MIND, BODY & SOUL AT MY DISCRETION!
You think I'm a bitch-It's on you.
You think I'm a whore-It's on you.
You cant get none-it's on you.
You feel small & powerless- it's on you.
Your intimidation doesn't scare me.
Your words don't phase me.
Your fists don't break me.
AND YOUR DICK DON'T MAKE ME!
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Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
INCIDENT *share your stories, add to the dialogue please
I by no means suggest that there is a single demographic that has NOT experienced racism, sexism, ageism or any number of other isms. When we are too emotional to speak respectfully, too closed to have empathy, too hurt to be accepting of a new way of being- - no matter how distasteful it may be we have to acknowledge it is happening widespread and across the board.
The most upsetting thing is if they allow it to happen to their children they'll allow it to happen to other children. They are all our children.
In my attempts to pour light over the shock I needed to have real talk about what has happened so that we can start creating a better way. This case is about child abuse, stalking laws, stand your ground, gun legislature, where should state and federal laws cross, race relations, vigilantism and profiling. All areas where you need to be a bad guy to either be protected or avoid prosecution.
and I mean it from the bottom of my hearrrrrrrt
to tune of I Just Called to Say I love You in my best Stevie Wonder
My mother's voice distant, getting louder like floating on a breeze. The sound of my bedroom door being flung open roused me out of my slumber. I was excited to know I would be having use of the family car! I was 16 with very protective parents. This opportunity was to pick up my older sister from the local grocery store. Her shift ended after the store closed and her nightly duties completed to her supervisors approval. This evening it was some time before 11pm.
This was actually early for her. I threw on jeans under my gown. It was warm with a clear starry sky. I wrapped a sweatshirt around my shoulders and turned the car off. The 7 minute drive was too quick and I was considering circling the block. Until I heard my sister's voice in my mind, "Where da shit you been, I already told yo ass don't have me waitin!" I thought better of trying to get her to let us take the long way home.
I entered the store like I had literally hundreds of times before. One of the cashiers that knew us told me she was in the back clocking out.We talked about the upcoming game and how one of my favorite snacks was on sale. After a few minutes I headed in the direction of my bedtime snack. Cakes supplies were on the back side of the toy isle. As I walked down I noticed a cheap grocery store plastic figurine laying on the floor. I instinctively picked it up and sat it on the toy shelf. I continued to the butterscotch morsels. Grabbed a bag and turned to head back to the register already knowing it's not wise to make Tista wait.
I was approaching the counter when I noticed an odd look on her face. I turned to look where she was looking and saw a man running towards me. I knew who he was. He should've known who I was. I just knew I was being attacked. My reaction was to retreat as I turned to run away he grabbed me yelling, 'Whadya hide in your pants?' He went on to say he saw me pick up something on isle whatever. Before I could respond he grabbed my gown and lifted it up to my breasts. In the front of the store, with witnesses, before closing; one of the owners of the store exposed my body, questioned me, cursed at me and accused me of stealing something I wouldn't want to steal even if I didn't have the $1.99 to buy it.
All I can say is I was given a written apology. I don't remember his words, the message I will never forget;
you be it your femaleness, your blackness or both don't warrant basic respect and courtesy.
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