(Source: upsidenicole)
Most Africans arrive in the United States ignorant of this country’s racism. We arrive here ignorant of the horrors of slavery, the terror of Jim Crow, the history of the civil rights movement and the present state of post-racist racism. Lacking analysis of how African Americans have borne most of the brunt of this racism, we buy into stereotypes depicting African Americans as lazy, deviant, and criminal. For their part, most African Americans have little to go on besides the racist depiction of Africa(ns) prevalent in the American education system and in the media. So African Americans end up thinking Africans are a bunch of emaciated petty-tribalists and rapist-polygamists. ….Brother, we haven’t met in over 400 years and this is how you want our reunion to be?”
— The African Guy (via eves-rib)
(via mamaafrikaaa)
ten
How will I ever learn, if I dont ever take the time to listen?
I have fallen in love and I can not get up. Rather, I just wont bother.
eight
just thinking… When you really need the people that are closest to you, they’re never around, even if they claim they’ll answer when you call.
seven
Where in the world did I get this feeling. Insecurity. That shit ain’t in ME. No, not I. But isn’t that insecure in itself, denial of the facts?
I’m insecure, and had no idea.
He’ll find someone else who treats him a smidgen better than I do. Who he thinks wants him a little more than I do. Who am I to say I am the one for him. Yeah, my feelings are deep as fuck but who am I to say those feelings are mutual. I just pray this girl doesn’t exist. And if she does, she doesn’t want anything to do with males. Or is a hermaphrodite or a transgendered. Wait, if this girl is all of these things, I don’t think he would have fallen for her. Hm? Whatever this insecurity is, I just need some reassurance. The thing is I need to leave. Minus myself from the picture. Everytime I have tried has been hella hard and demanding, because as soon as I think I shouldn’t talk to him for a couple days, he bbms me. Ahh. God help!
six
This post might reposted and reposted again and again. By me of course. Because wither I will need it close to the top to remind myself. Also, cause it will always change with additions. Basically it is a list of all the anonymous people in my life. They are real but I have to give them diff names so I don’t splurge about who I am.
The most important is me Savannah McCoy.
Second my mom and dad—Lacey and Doug
Lacey’s boo—Roy
Doug’s boo—Missy
My sibling—Sascha hahaha
My closest cousin in age on moms side—Sara(she’s like 5 months younger)
My closest cousin in age on my dads side—Tara(shes like 2.5 months older)
My boyfriend, but not my boyfriend currently, but well I’ll explain that later—Purp(only call him that because, it’s his favorite color to wear..and he looks so damn good in it, mm)
My two road dawgs for life, we kicked it, then got split up a lil but we’ll come back I know—Marie and Irene
My other two bitches from sophomore year, these hoes were like Thelma and Louise—Lauren and Liz
Laurens little sister and bf-
The ex friend—Barbie, she thinks she’s perfect, but she has a crap ton of problems, believe that.
Her dumb ass follower dog of a boyfriend, I’ll call him Spot, because he is mans best friend. She being the man.
Ill add more, but I’m sleep y as fuck for some reason. So off to the barracks for me.
five
Another from my other blogs drafts. I think I may be done with twitter. It’s stupid. People talk shit there but are standing 5 feet away from you. I’m better with actual confrontation. Ya’ll are a bunch of bitches anyways. Men and women alike. Or maybe I should say hoes and hoes the same. Cause that’s all ya’ll are. Some dirty ass hoes acting like some puck ass little kids.
four
Again, this is something I kept in my drafts because I didn’t want to hear anyones mouth about it.
someone must have hurt me really bad. either that or i hurt myself. but the thing is. i don’t remember any specific event that turned my mood upside down. but I haven’t been happy since i woke up this morning. shits not cool. i like smiling. i just cant bring myself to do it. i don’t want to write this post. i don’t want to tweet. i don’t want to facebook stalk, not that I ever did anything over 5 minutes..but i guess some would call that stalking. i dont want to text, skype, run, talk, cry, cuss, sing, fight, drink, eat. i just want to sit here and act like im going to post this. which i probably wont because i would never want people to know that i’m upset with no reason. im home alone but thats not it. i faked not feeling well so i could stay in the bed. i went through some boxes of my stuff i brought back from school. I threw some stuff away. I think I should go paint. because the internet is boring the fuck out of me right now.
