Let It Snow

Today is February 3, 2009 and I'm already tired of the snow. Just to put it out there I DO NOT like the snow. I am tired of looking at it, walking in it and my kicks are getting destroyed. Yea it's pretty when it's falling but after day 2 of it being on the floor, come on it's just nasty. When will the season of spring get here. I am anxiously awaiting for your arrival. I just want to be able to get up and go 2 class "naked," is that to much to ask for.

Just Because I am Black ....

I do not come from a low income household that needed welfare to survive. I did not come from a community where there was a liquor store located on every corner and drugs being sold on the corner. And I sure as hell did not come from the projects, even though there is nothing wrong with it. I am not a gang member. So what makes you say that I am ghetto? Are these the attributes that constitute you to say the word ghetto? Is it because I am loud and express myself in a matter so that I can be seen and heard. I hate when people on this campus say, "you are so ghetto," what does that even mean because you don't say it to your other friends that do not look like me. So why direct the comment towards me? Just think before the next time you use the word ghetto, and know it's true definition because I do.

Love's End or What You Thought was Love ...

A crippled mind leads to a crippled heart. I hear a lot of people say that your suppose to love with your heart but doesn't your mind have to have some type of involvement. I mean love takes a lot of time and effort. But what happens when your heart and your mind tell you everything about the relationship can survive and make it through the storm but everyone around you says otherwise. I'm afraid to admit it but what I thought was love was truly not. I was blinded by infatuation. So to my reader's be aware and conscious of what you do and who you get involved with and make sure it's for the right reasons.