To everybody who sees the need to make significant changes in whatever community they reside in and/or connect with;
It's more than just wearing red, black and green and regurgitating song lyrics,scholarly lessons or throwing on a Che t-shirt. Before a revolution can take place in the streets it needs to take place in our minds. Let's challenge not only the systems that be, in which we operate, but ourselves. Change the way we see and understand things. Fuck thinking outside the box. Erase that bitch. Let's move progressively and collectively. If you see somebody trying to do better, be better, get better, take the time to pass on something worthwhile. Sans self-righteousness or condesending attitudes. There are a lot of people in a lot of places who are waiting for YOU, don't miss your chance to ignite a fire in someone's mind or heart. Too many(esp. the young and unexposed) minds are being filled with empty thoughts. BET ain't gonna save anybody, but YOU might. Outward appearances are deceptive(" every nigga with dreads ain't for the cause/every nigga with golds ain't for the fall."). Don't let minor details like education(or lack there of), dress, speach or residence fool you. It's a lot of backward ass thinking folks with Ph.Ds out here. I want the words of my mouth and the movements of my heart to be in accordance with the actions of my hands. I throw my fist up because I mean it. I want my brother and my unborn to mean it too.
****RBG CODE OF ETTHICS****
1. NO SNITCHING
The Police, Capitalism, the State etc. are an enemy to the people and to work with them is criminal, Ancestral Treason! Loose lips sink ships, snitching is unforgivable.
2. NO RAPE
To Rape is a violation of a persons physical, mental, and spirit. It is Barbaric and anti-African. Rapist should be dealt with.
3. BANG FOR UHURU (FREEDOM)
Warriors can only be initiated by an enemy. If you are going to bang-bang on the system, not other Africans.
4. NO EXPLOITATION
Don't exploit your people. You live in the hood, they live in the hood and chances are they don't have anything more than you do. We have enough community leaches and pork chop preachers robbing the people.
5. WARRIOR CODE
Security first! Protect Women, Children, & Elders. Train; work out get your fighting skills up to par. Police your own community. We don't need pigs overseeing us.
6. NO FALSE FLAGGIN'
Red, white, and blue ain't never did shit for you. Don't be a star-spangled slave. Get on the right team; rally round the flag on some Red, Black, and Green.
Get your mind right, focus and organize your life. Be committed.
8. BUILD SURVIVAL PROGRAMS The People come first. You are your Brother/Sisters keeper. Capitalism teaches individualism, which is anti-African. We have to create programs that are for the best interest of the people (especially Food, Clothing and Shelter).
9. P.E. (POLITICAL EDUCATION)
EACH 1 TEACH 1! It is important for African People to have knowldge of self. We have to be able to articulate why we are in the conditions we are in, who put us in these conditions and how can we get out of these conditions.
10. YOUR WORD IS BOND (DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR)
Warriors are only as good as their words. Make your word your bond!
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
To everybody who sees the need to make significant changes in whatever community they reside in and/or connect with;
Wednesday, July 5, 2006
decided at about 6:58 this morning that I was gonna take a mental health day. There are very few things in this life that us humans control, ie., the weather,love, etc. But I control whether or not I'm gonna go into the plantation and answer idiotic question from 8:30 to 4:30 and today I decided not to.
I stayed in bed till about 12ish, watching day time talk("Maury, I'm 2000% sure RayRay is my babydaddy!" "Rayray, you are........not the father!" I fucking love it,lol.) and calling everybody I knew would be at work. I got up around 12:30 to make a trip to the corner store for the essentials; gold'n'honey dutches, Arizona peach flavored iced tea, Reesie cups, hot chips, a can of Coca-Cola, Black Love incense, sunflower seeds and 6 bootlegs( I've already seen the movies and bought at least one of the real cd's, so shut up all that bootlegs are illegal talk. I believe in supporting black business). So while I'm standing in line waiting on Habibi(that's his real name, I swear to God) to ring up the lady in front of me all the events are put in place for someone to get their feelings hurt by your's truely.
I have a problem with my tongue. I know this, my people know this and anyone who saw me at club Chocolate a couple of months back knows this. I've been working on not ripping idiots new assholes and I like to think I've made a lot of progress, but every now and then I forget that I'm supposed to be a grown up. Today was one of those days.
While I'm standing in line a guy walks up to me so close that I can smell his cheap ass cologne( Brothers please, if you can't afford the real thing or something that smells good, stick with soap. Nobody wants to smell Brute. It is not 1989.). I can't move up and he won't move back so I stand there praying to the Creator that Habibi rings me up before he gets the nerve to say anything to me. Just as I get to the counter and I'm thinking I'm home free, I hear "Hey Dred." While I'm not particularly fond of men calling me Dred(or Slim) out on the street, most of the time it's said like "hey Sis" so I let it pass and I really would have let dude have a pass if the next words outta his mouth wouldn't have been " have you ever thought about modeling?" I live in Atlanta, Home of the Young, Rich and Beautiful, so it's not uncommon to hear a guy trying to holla using that line. What usually helps is when you've looked the girl in her face and then say that. Now, I'm vexed 'cause dude is looking at my ass and asking me if I want to be a model. What to do, What to do? I turned around and drew myself up to my full 5 feet and 1 whole inch, look dude square in the eye and told him if he kept looking at my ass I would bash his brains and windows in with the bat in the trunk of my car. Then I smile at him, give Habibi my money and walk out the store.
Tuesday, May 2, 2006
No one will play Captain Save-a-Hoe for you forever. Not even the people you love most. It's not personal. The realization of this truth may hurt and you may feel let down but the sooner you understand this very important fact of life, the better off you will be. Find your own cape. Make your own superhero weapons. Don't surround yourself with sidekicks, there is no equality in that. Form your own Justice League. Great minds think alike, as do lesser ones. If you find yourself constantly explaining yourself to someone that "knows" you, STOP! They weren't listening in the first place. In the end YOU are the only safety net you have. The strongest grappling hook is the one made by your own hand and forged in your own fire . Learn how and when to use it so when the time comes it won't backfire like the coyote's acme products. Anyone can fire a gun and get lucky, but only a warrior can weld a sword. Be your own superhero
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
The other night I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and I cried like a baby through the whole thing. People that know me in real life and that have watched any movie with me can honestly say that I cry at every last one of them; comedy, drama, action, it really doesn't matter( interestingly enough, I'm not a crier in real life). I hate when I go to the movies with Ooohwee 'cause she always tell me my face looks like it's melting, lol. I cried at The Nutty Professor(the part when Prof. Klump is on his first date with Ms. Purdy and Dave Chappelle is roasting the hell outta him. I mean damn, he was on a date.). I think it has something to do with the background music(or the drugs).
After the movie went off I laid in bed and thought about the possibility of being able to erase Him. Would I? A couple of months ago I would have said 'Fuck yeah' but now I'm not so sure. I've dated with some nuts in my life but I really can't say that I would erase any of them from my memory. Not because I'm a emotional packrat(which I am) but because I would want to make sure I never got back with any of these dudes ever again in this life or the next( especially Ricky, my college boyfriend. I hope his ass is still burning from those grits).
There are plenty of moments and words I would erase between Him and I. All the spiteful things we said and did to one another would have to go. All the little white lies and half-truths too. I would pay to take back all the things that we did to one another out of anger. I wish there were somethings that I wouldn't have said to Him. Even though He told me He didn't believe me, I would have never said I hated Him. There are some lines that can never be recrossed. I hated a lot of the shit He did but never Him.
Then I thought 'what if I did have Him erased'. I would have never learned how to properly roll a Dutch(I still can't get the leaf off all together but my technique is much, much better). I would have gotten hit by a car crossing Broad Street a long time ago and I would have left school a lot sooner because He wrote damn near every mid-term paper I had( and some regular ones too). To His credit, He helped me grow a lot. Not just as a woman but as a person. He put me on to a lot and for that I'll always be thankful. I would have missed out on a lot of shit, like a fucking amazing ass friendship(and some other amazing ass shit that I won't put here 'cause somethings are sacred. even now).
The scene escapes me at the moment but the words are still in my brain, "Please, let me keep just this one." There was one memory that Joel didn't want to erase. One he couldn't let go of. Just one. It was one of his earliest memories of him and Clementine. When everthing was good and their love still felt like a new car. The one I would beg to keep would be the time I got the worst flu ever(I think somebody was trying to kill me).My sophmore year at Temple. Down in "the bottom", 22nd and Tioga( if andybody know about Philly they know exactly what I'm talking about). He skipped work and sat with me like one of those in-home care nurses. Force fed me and made sure I was properly medicated and hydrated. He even smoked behind me. At some point I fell into a cold medicine induced sleep. You know the kind where you go to sleep at 11:30 in the morning and wake up at 5:00 in the evening and for 3 seconds you don't where you are? One of those. When I woke up He was still sitting in the chair at the bottom of my bed. Reading something by Octavia Butler. I remember saying something to the effect of 'you're still here?' and He said "where else would I be?" Just that one.
Saturday, April 8, 2006
So I've been doing some thinking and I've decided that in order to not kill people I got to treat damn near everybody like I'm in a spy movie. Liars are the worst. Before you start sucking your teeth, rolling your eyes and sayin' "that bitch act like she don't ever lie." let me clarify. I'm talking about people that just tell random ass lies for no reason. Yes, I lie, as a matter of fact I lied to my boss this morning, but that's not the point I'm trying to make. I'm talking about people, who, instead of exercising a little thing called self control do fucked up shit that they may or may not have meant to do then they lie about it. Now, lying may work for a while, but eventually it all comes back to bite you in the ass. It's called karma. Remember, in order to tell one lie, you have to tell about 15 more to cover up the first one. So unless you have the best memory ever, tell the truth, yeah it's hard but it'll save you lots of face in the end. And as a added bonus, if you hurt someone's feelings, they may still respect you after it's all said and done.