My Love Pieces

I never write about Black History Month nor do I ever write about black people in general but something has urged me to do so. As I sit in the living room and watch The Proposal with white actress Sandra Bullock and other white actors, no starring black roles; my mother sits in her room and watches The Lena Baker Story: the movie. Ever since I was younger, I never wanted to watch movies about Civil Rights or movies about slaves and such. Why? For the fear that I will grow up and hate whites; which I don't however, I have found myself often wondering and asking myself: Who the hell told them (whites) they were so great? Who the hell told them to treat Blacks like dirt and have no respect for us? Who they hell told them that they superior to all mankind? Who? And now the question is When? When will black people and other people of color realize their worth and value? I could sit down and watch Roots, and go in the room to watch the Lena Baker movie but all it will do is cause me to l...

I feel like ish.... Shhhh...... I feel like crying... I want a tear to fall Down my cheek and off my chin And maybe just maybe It will land on something strong enough to handle it You wanna know what all is in my tears? Backed up emotions that were never let out Old memories from times that have past The hate and anger from a couple months of never letting go The broken heart that hasn't been put back together The body that will never be the same The ringing in the ears from all the shit you said The bruised fists from all the brick walls Times when I thought it couldn't get any worse and then it did Lonely nights just wishing I had an ear or just a shoulder or an arm... Memories of the good, the bad and the what was I thinking All of this is in MY tears... I've cried so much that it hurts to cry My tears are tearing through my lids Burning to get out Of the eyes that have seen heartache Even when they are shut Then the dreams come alive... Tears flowing down the river of m...

I stay up past 2 a.m. That's nothing new for me However, I have found myself getting sick lately And that is new for me I want a change A change in friends A change in location A change in everything I am tired of living this life I remember when I used to be so happy Photo from Freshman year of college Happy to get up Smiling all the time Now when I smile I look in the mirror and want to frown Where did I go? Where did she go? I was so happy go lucky... I was so full of youth and happiness Or was I? I remember telling myself that it was just a front That inside I was miserable and couldn't stand the thought of life But I realize now that back then it wasn't that bad. I am praying that the Lord bless my life with GOOD friends and not just any people Because when you have a good friend by your side, everything is alright I am praying that the Lord bless me new positive adventures that come my way for excitement. I just hope I see it and realize it People are in my life now a...

This is my linesister who wanted her hair done over. I don't have a before picture. But her closure was done wrong and it had no layers. So I did it over. Added more tracks, for color, layered the back and gave her a swoop bang! KAUTE!

Definition: muse a. A guiding spirit. b. A source of inspiration. I lost my muse to write. I pick up a pen Open the notebook and then Blank! Nothing. Nothing. Ideas there but the words and thought just don't flow.... Thoughts sound stupid Words seem simple Ideas seem pointless Like what's the point of writing. I want to make a difference. I want to change the world They way people think. People are so closed minded that they miss out on friendships and all! I want to matter leave a legacy Leave a memory So that at my funeral people will have so much to say I listen to crazy music. You see me and wouldn't think that I love Travis Porter! ANd then later Vivian Green And actually I met a guy who loved the same songs as me.... But that didn't mean nothing... I lost my muse to write. I don't write articles... I hardly write blogs... But my mind goes 100 mph I want to learn how to put my feelings down on paper so others can understand I want to make a difference. I want t...

Why is it that we use a Facebook status to tell our "friends" how we feel? Now if it wasn't for Facebook who would we have talked too? Why should the WWW know everything. We use this social networking site to hurt feelings, be shallow, and scary. We use it as a cope out from showing or expressing our true feelings. We use it to hide behind the real insecurites and use facebook as an outlet to let things out instead of either working it out face to face or just letting it go. We have let facebook come between relationships friendships and some our morals and standards have been question. We have let this new era of technology take over the way communicate. Back in the day, typing on a computer was just like reading a book. Nobody wanted to take a computer class and learn how to type. Now people would rather send an instant message instead of just calling. Have we really gotten so comfortable with this use of technology that we have forgotten out people skills? We have...

2 tone hair. In the back, full red and on top 2 toned, red and black. Hair out on top.  12"  Half sew in- literally, only sewn in the back of head. 10"   Sew in with hair out on top. 10"