We Have A Dream.....One Fueled By Dr. King

In 1968, he had a Dream! 

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., had a dream that African American people would be afforded the same rights, privileges, and justice as the rest of mankind. However;

"....One hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition." ~MLK Jr. 

Dear Montbello High,

To you, 

When we met I had no inkling the impact you would have on my life. I was completely unaware of the love we would share or how long you would stay in my heart. As a young 25 year old, recent graduate/two-time Alumni of Troy University, (Troy, Alabama), and newly residing resident of Denver, Colorado, I was looking for a new lease on life and a place that would afford me new opportunities. 

Age Ain't Nothing But A Number

According to your age, are you where you feel you should be?

According to your age, have you accomplished everything you set out to accomplish by that predetermined age?

According to your age, are you as emotionally mature as the days you are old?

When we are younger, we all dream of what our lives will be like as we age. We all make mental notes on where will will live, how many kids we will have, visions of that tall, dark, handsome husband tearing up as we walk down the aisle to what we dreamt would be our very own storybook fairytale. 

Beautiful Black Girl Scholars

 

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I Do Not Know

Here we... well I go again! Spinning outta control, no where to turn, drowning in a sea of emotions, gasping for air, no life saver in sight.

Why must I be like this? Why must I give it ALL to ALL the wrong people. Why do I share myself, only to be used, emotionally abused, and ultimately let down? What is it about me that stamps me with this undying desire for men to come into my life - only for a while- and disappear with no warning, no explanation, no sense of compassion or concern?

I am sure I have been labeled. I am sure I have been laughed at. I am positive I have been the entertainment of 'boys night out and boys night in'. I seems that I am the epitome of a desperate, lonely fool begging for love in all the wrong places.

I Didn't Go Looking For You

                     

I didn't go looking for you! You came looking for me. I didn't know if I was ready to start something new, something different....I didn't know if I was ready for you!

Turns out, in the beginning I wasn't ready. I should have waited until I was. I should have waited until Fairfield was gone. Trying to hold on to the old while trying to build something lasting with the new was clearly not what I needed to do. Storms came too early that neither of us could weather. Emotions and immaturity reared it's head and caused ruckus in the air. The calm came after the storm and I felt things were on a better healthier path. Little did I know a hurricane was brewing straight up ahead.

It Was All A Dream..... Or Was It?

Last night while lying peacefully in my warm comfy bed, I had a dream I was blogging. I didn't think anything strange about this dream because I have been blogging a lot the last few weeks. But this story about a dream takes a vivid, sharp turn deep into a valley of what appeared to be a subconscious effort to get answers to long awaiting unanswered questions.

Not sure if any of you have personally experienced sleep walking or witnessed another individual sleep walking in the wee hours of the morning or during the darkest hours of the night. I have witnessed an old friend do this a few years back and was blown away at the accuracy of normalcy she displayed subconsciously while preparing a sandwich from the ingredients she pulled from the fridge. She did this, all while conversing with someone that wasn't within her presence.