Saturday, September 13, 2008

A Man's Pride....

A man's pride is such a volatile thing.

It appears so strong and infalible on the exterior yet is so fragile and easily bruised.One wrong word, idea or thought can bruise it amd cause long-lasting, damaging affects. So the question for the woman now becomes, "how do I deal with this thing?" are we expected to walk on egg shells? To be seen and not heard for fear that he may displace his anger and frustration and cause them to manifest in his actions toward us. And in that case do we merely forgive and forget until his heart heals..if and whenever that becomes possible? If so, for how long and exactly how much r we to put up wit? When will I know that enough is enough...and some wounds will never heal?

Thursday, July 17, 2008

The Audacity of *Black* Hope.

This is what we have left to cling to? Hope?!
In the era of a failing economy, corrupt society, financial recession, nationwide depression with political scandals and a war we never should have been fighting, all we have left is

hope?

What hope?

Hope that America and her Powers-That-Be will put aside the political antics, racism, predjudice and other iniquities that plague our land to find a leader that will rescue us from this state of
turmoil, hopelessness and confusion.

Hope that fades daily as the mud flies smearing the name, credibility and reputation of those merely fighting for a chance to fill the shoes that from here seem almost impossible to walk in; let alone save the nation in with an entire RACE of people on your back.

For once my heart yearns for things to be different but my mind knows truly they are not. It has been over 20 years since a man dared to bring change and justice to our people.

20 years... And what has changed?

What can possibly change to alter the views that years of evil nature helped form?
What can possibly change to alter the very ideals this nation was founded upon?

Furthermore, how can I take pride in a country that after hundreds of years of oppression finally handed me my freedom, yet continues to put restraints on the kind of freedom I'm allowed?

Freedom aint free is what I've been told....free for some, but not for all....
and I'm not a member of the discount club.

So I watch in admiration as my brother (who shouldn't be looked at as my brother solely Because of the color of his skin, but that is what will be inferred by most readers) boldly dares what no man in his situation has dared to do before.

I admire his passion for change, his admonitions of our people and his determination to do the impossible.

My pride in him, however is bittersweet. I know that in my eyes he is a
hero, an example to be followed yet in order for there to be change, we ALL must want change and as I've said.....as many said 20 years ago.....freedom ain't free and I'm afraid that in his search for freedom, he will pay the ultimate price.

Not to idolize man, as that is a mortal sin, but I view him much like the Messiah in that sense...whose image was also altered to appeal to the 'masses'. I'm sure he's thought about it....just like I and everyone else I'm assuming has. That dark thought looming in the back of your mind that manifests itself in the pit of your stomach and in mine is released in
tears.

My heart yearns not to feel this pain...and my mind tries to ignore it but my soul....my soul cries out for change....but there's nothing I, or you, or Barack can do about it....all I can cling to is my
faith...and this HOPE they speak of.....in the face of its audacity.

-- Sent from my T-Mobile Sidekick®

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Gues Who's Bizaaaack?!



Ok, ok, ok.
I know.
It's 2008 and I haven't spoken to you in like 3 months.
I'm slacking on my pimpin' boo, I'm sorry. lol.

SO...now that it's the new year:

ALLOW ME TO RE-INTRODUCE MYSELF.

The name is Ree.
Short for Reba C.
Friends call me ReeCee....



(R to the EE-CEE)
Native of the suburbs, product of the city.



Former college student. (H U.....U know!!!)
..and attendee of the REAL HU....(not the institute):




Twenty-something, GEMINI, current College Drop-Out:
Ok- I'm not really a College Drop-Out. I'm just taking a sabatical from the crookedness that is the higher education system. My mom is involved in a lawsuit.....so most of the juicy story is "privileged information"....so expect the details once the suit is over! (I can't wait!)

...so to me, it doesn't make sense to take out a $40-50,000 loan to pay for school when I know once we win the lawsuit that it will be free....I just have to wait it out....for a few years....
So that's what I'm doing....and pursuing my dreams and exploring my talents while I'm on this hiatus, of sorts.

I'm I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know what that means?!
(can't believe that rapper even knew how to spell a word that large....lol...j/k...lemme stop)

I have my own place :) that I share with my roommate (who's moving back to the carribbean) and my boyfriend of 3 years.

My man is a pro-athlete. I call him Snowman - you will probably be hearing about him a lot. He's the love of my life. And, while we have our difficulties.....we're trying to make it and I love him even more because of that....and I'm probably more insane because of it too....lol....but seriously.


I have a pretty good job working at a non-profit organization part-time while I pursue my music in my spare time. I'm in a couple bands....one that I get paid for and two that I well....don't. But when you're as passionate about your craft as I am......SOMETIMES the money doesn't matter.

I love life and live by this self-made slogan:
SEEK KNOWLEDGE AND LIVE IN TRUTH.

so, join me on my journey......just be sure to strap up for the ride ;)

Saturday, October 20, 2007

My TWO Cents.....and a side of Hip Hop.


What up?

LOL. I'm back! And I gotta new look.

I call it the Beyaki in Brown (#2) lol. I'm at work and I'm tryna keep busy.

Hmmm.....and here's a new segment I'll start today called:


MY TWO CENTS:

Weaves/Extensions/Wigs/..and the such
If you can't make it, fake it! There's nothing wrong with having a new look every now and then? I just can't stand it when beautiful brown-skinned women wear PLATINUM blonde (Actually, BLONDE period). You are WRONG. And there is no other way to justify it. Especially when it's DOWN TO YOUR BACK? You look like sunburnt barbie on steroids. ...and ladies, don't top it off with the contacts okay? You're not fooling them. I'm Sorry. You will ALWAYS be black.


Mexican Day Laborers
If it weren't for them, I would have had to do all that moving by myself :) Just kidding to all mis amigos de mexico. Solamente son bromas. Te amo!! (ha! talk about cultured! Ya girl knows Espanol! ) But really. If American work ethic was as strong as theirs, our economy would be in such better shape. Thanks Bush.

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I'm at work and I'm officially off the clock. I start my new job Monday! Yay me!!!
Tonight I will regain my revenge after not seeing WEEZY at Platinum/H2O last night.
I'm a heathen, but I know that - so it's okay.

(Ok- I know not really, but I like the rapper. Yes, he disrespects me and most of my friends on a weekly basis, but it's hip hop. And that's a damn shame. But we'll save my abusive relationship with Hip Hop for a post at a later date).


I'm outie**!!

**= sorry. I used to be valley girl-ish. I know, strange for a black girl. Becky peaks her ugly little head sometimes....lol.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Meet Life, the Bitch.....and DEATH, her husband.

Please excuse my absence,

but my life is pretty shitty.

Just jokes, but seriously, I've been going through A LOT (but when am I not?).

On August 31, 2007 Jesus got another angel.


It's seldom that you find a person so selfless that you would selfishly want to keep them on Earth, sick and in pain, solely for the person they are and the influence they have on your life. My Aunt Adrienne was one of those people, and despite all the family drama that surrounded her unexpected death, her legacy and her memory have left an indelible mark on my life and others whose lives and hearts she touched.
And that's where I will leave that.
On another note:
Why is it that so many young black men (particularly the men that I date) believe that life in the streets is the only life for them? Why is it that these men (many of whom grew up in the suburbs, lived with BOTH of their parents who both have decent, well-paying jobs) glorify life in the "fast lane"? Why is it that men who are FULLY COMPETENT and CABABLE of getting a REAL job with benefits and whatnot, resort to a life of fast money and violence?
My answer?
HIP-HOP
This mess that the music has evolved regressed into. Homo thugs like 50 Cent (okay- don't bite my head off- I don't know for a fact that he's gay, but I wouldn't be surprised. Yeah I said it.) and Cameron's little entourage......DripSit, WetSet, whatever.
That subject, inpired by Snowman - the man in my life, will have to wait for another post. Cuz I just don't feel like dealing with it.
I don't wanna preach. So I'll leave it alone.
So - I know that I haven't done a formal introduction of myself, but I'd be such a biter if i did that now, plus I just don't feel like it. Nothing like reminding myself of how much I perpetually fuck up to get my day started :) Yeah.....that can wait....
But like I was saying, now that I'm not in school (I'm taking a year off - it's a LONG story) I kinda feel like a loser. I mean I know that I'm going back. I know that I'm going to finish. But all my friends are in school and dealing with school things like buying books and unexpected exams and homework - all things I don't miss, but now that I can't relate, I feel like......well like the people in high school i made fun of because I knew it would take them until they were 22 to graduate.
Life has a fucked up way of teaching you things.
....and then you die.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

I'm BLACK and I'm proud???

Okay,
So it took me like nine million light years to start posting on this thing......why?
Because I couldn't find a free template worthy of my thoughts (and clearly I still haven't - so any suggestions would be nice :) . So I stepped out of my shallowness and decided that the world needed my 2 cents. SO....here goes:

I have a LOT that I wanna talk about, but I'm sure you're not gonna stay that long. I know I wouldn't - not in one post. Plus, I tend to ramble, so I'll try to stay on track*:

THOUGHT OF THE DAY:
Maybe I'm NOT BLACK...
It's not that I don't WANT to be, I mean, I love black people, and many of the things about our culture, but others, well....not so much. Plus,
I just don't seem to fit in very well around the blacks that I know. Most of them. So maybe....maybe I'm not black:

1. Maybe I'm not black because I don't really know (or care much) about Al Sharpton.
I was watching the Chris Rock Show last night (he's hilarious - hey! he's BLACK! +1pt for blackness!) and Al Sharpton was on there. I've seen him before on the news, but I don't watch the news either because it depresses me. He's supposedly the spokesperson for Black Americans - or at least he carries himself that way. He thinks by giving all political figures a "hard time" (<-his words, not mine) that somehow he will change the state of Black America. Not likely. Maybe I should google him or something, but I didn't really sense him being our "savior" or even a revolutionary like many black people I know do.

2. I don't watch BET.

I think Aaron McGruder, creator of "The Boondocks" (hey! I like that show AND the strip and it's about black people, and written by a BLACK MAN! +3pts!) said it best when he said:
"BET may be the worst thing to happen to black people since Jimmy Walker. I'm a big fan of hip-hop culture, but BET is only exploiting the culture and making the race look idiotic. It's all bitches and hoes and grandiose jewelry and fancy cars". My thoughts exactly.
PS- the rest of that interview is hilarious!

3. I grew up in the suburbs and I'm PROUD of it.
I know this is true of a lot of Black American families, but to the majority of Black America these families are looked at as either the "Uncle Tom Republicans" or (their offspring) represent the nearest hood to their part of the suburbs (in my case - DC) . Neither of which is true of me nor my family! My parents were both raised in households with tight incomes and wanted the best for their family. SO they went to college and the army and MADE SOMETHING OF THEMSELVES and now I'm ridiculed for being the product of something POSITIVE and being PROUD OF IT?! I'm from Prince George's County which (used to be) considered one of America's wealthiest and predominately BLACK areas! (2pts!) Don't get me wrong, we're no Cosby family, we had (and are having) our share of struggles too! They're just a little different...

4. I speak proper English (mostly).
Okay, this isn't a fair statement. Almost ALL the black folks I know, know HOW to speak proper English, they just don't. It's severely frowned upon. When I was younger I spoke this way, and was always called "white" by my black counterparts or viewed as UPPITY. Neither of which really describe me. I just....well.....READ. And the more you read, the better you write. The better you write, the better you speak. I can't help it.

5. I'm educated (and act like it).
Yeah, I know. This isn't fair either, BUT I was on the metro the other day and saw Bebe's kids all grown up acting AN UTTER AND COMPLETE FOOL!!!! There was girl in the bunch that kinda reminded me of myself. She spoke pretty well and wasn't really as loud as the others. They were talking about school and what their aspirations were. Mostly they consisted of skipping class, cussing teachers out, seeing boys, making some guy with 'pretty hair' their baby's daddy (true story! :( -3pts!) and this one girl said she needed to get good grades because she wanted to go to college. A young black girl with aspirations greater than being the featured videho on some rapper's song! This made my heart smile. That is until the group fell out laughing at her and her "silly dreams". WHEN DID THIS BECOME OUR REALITY?!

6. I'm only REALLY loud when I'm on stage (or drunk).
I was hanging out with some of my homeys from high school (ones that actually made it to college!) and they live in the hood on 4th Street in DC. We sat out on the porch and normally, when I do this where I live, it's quiet. You may hear someone's music blaring, or a tv that's been turned up too loud. Here? Not the case. It seemed like everyone else was outside on their porches too! The kids across the street were in the middle of the street "doing the Heisman on that hoe"* and "cranking the Soulja Boy". (Where are these kids parents?! and WHY are they playing in the STREET?!) So of course the music was loud. They had to be able to hear the music that was playing in the house all the way in the middle of the street or they couldn't do their dance. I guess to them it made sense. The neighborhood crackhead was out, and every couple of minutes he shouted "YEP!" or "UH-HUH" or a "THAS RIGHT!" to no one in particular. Then the weedman next door had niggaz (yes I said it) in and out of his house ALL NIGHT. His buddy, across the street must have just gotten a new system in his Impala, because he sat outside all night and blasted Lil' Wayne's new mixtape (I think). Then a fight broke out and I was ready to go home. So, needless to say:

7. I don't really like being in the hood.
'Nuff said.

8. I've never been arrested.
But I have been detained. I've even been profiled! (+4pts!) Those are both REALLY long stories and if you stay tuned, you might hear about 'em :)

9. I DON'T hate ALL white people (even if i DON'T understand some of the dumb shit they do).
I had to make sure I said ALL white people. I do hate some white people (+3 pts!). Because some white people are IGNORANT. Living as close to Virginia as I do, I sometimes encounter the Redneck type. But really, you don't have to be that close to the country. There are some undercovers living in the city too, you just would never know it. As a matter of fact, I think almost all white people have a little bit of Redneck in them. It's just that some show it more than others. Let me make myself clear; I don't hate the white people that I hate because they are rednecks. I hate them because they are ignorant. Some people can't help it, and some people can. Those people I especially despise because most of them are politcal figures. But I'll delve more into that hatred on a later date.

and finally,
10. I'm just not uber-fascinated with rims (spinners?), blings and things.
I mean rims and bling look nice, and they suggest wealth, but many of the PEOPLE (meaning ALL of them, regardless of race) I know that have them are broke (or soon will be). They may have money now, but they also (as my momma would say) They gots BILLS. Unpaid bills. Do you know what unpaid bills do (especially to black folks)?! They FUCK UP YOUR CREDIT. Now you look foolish 'cause you got a nice car with spinning rims (or hubcaps if they repo'ed your rims) and FUCKED UP CREDIT. So, when I make the "guap" that I plan to make once I get this expensive-ass degree I'm NOT BUYING rims, I'm NOT gonna be BLINGIN' (too much), but you know what I WILL be doing? Sitting comfy in my nice house, reading a GOOD BOOK and keeping up the payments on my CLK (lol) - no rims included.

So in saying all of this I've come to the conclusion that I AM indeed black. And it's okay to be Black and not watch BET, and not be sitting on 'dubs', and not have bad credit, and speak proper english, and READ and do all the things that (by many) are shunned upon. Because the reality is:

I'm just not a NIGGA.
...and I don't think I even know how to be.