The Eulogy
Midnight has fallen on this love
Real life endings are never fairytale like; no happily ever afters; after my heart was captured you released it and didn’t tell me.
All the butterflies, sunshine and rainbows have dissipated, eliminating any hope I had of being happy with you. I feel blindsided and robbed; trying to push through my sadness, trying to push through my sobs.
Loving you is poisoning me, killing me slowly, dying lonely; if only I could pull the plug; I say that, but all I truly want is for you to kiss me and hug me and tell me that you’re sorry for all this shit.
I find myself checkin’ my phone, checkin’ my phone, checkin’ my phone, but you still haven’t called. Why haven’t you called???
My murderer and I’m an accessory; killing me softly as you wipe your finger prints off me, leaving no evidence that you were ever here other than my tears and broken heart. All the blame not on you cause I played my part. My part was allowing you to do what you do.
This thing I used to hold so dear, I now mourn; Woman scorned. This love has flat lined; victim of time… who pressed fast forward? So with black dress and veil covered face, I stare at space cut in earth reserved for us; we say good-bye to love, to trust, to lust, to passion, saying good-bye to us; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Federal Judge: Enough With the Stupid Names http://thepeoplesnews.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/j0423034.jpg http://thepeoplesnews.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/j0423034.jpghttp:/thepeoplesnews.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/j0423034.jpg
After Judge Cabrera’s historic ruling, little Clitoria Jackson will likely undergo a name change. (DETROIT) In a decision that’s expected to send shockwaves through the African-American community—and yet, give much relief to teachers everywhere—a federal judge ruled today that black women no longer have independent naming rights for their children. Too many black children—and many adults—bear names that border on not even being words, he said.
“I am simply tired of these ridiculous names black women are giving their children,” said U.S. Federal Judge Ryan Cabrera before rendering his decision. “Someone had to put a stop to it.”
The rule applies to all black women, but Cabrera singled out impoverished mothers. “They are the worst perpetrators,” he said. “They put in apostrophes where none are needed. They think a ‘Q’ is a must. There was a time when Shaniqua and Tawanda were names you dreaded. Now, if you’re a black girl, you hope you get a name as sensible as one of those.”
Few stepped forward to defend black women—and black women themselves seemed relieved. “It’s so hard to keep coming up with something unique,” said Uneeqqi Jenkins, 22, an African-American mother of seven who survives on public assistance. Her children are named Daryl, Q’Antity, Uhlleejsha, Cray-Ig, Fellisittee, Tay’Sh’awn and Day’Shawndra.
Beginning in one week, at least three white people must agree with the name before a black mother can name her child. “Hopefully we can see a lot more black children with sensible names like Jake and Connor,” Cabrera said. His ruling stemmed from a lawsuit brought by a 13-year-old girl whose mother created her name using Incan hieroglyphics.
“She said it would make me stand out,” said the girl, whose name can’t be reproduced by The Peoples News’ technology. “But it’s really just stupid.”
The National Association of Elementary School Teachers celebrated Cabrera’s decision. “Oh my God, the first day of school you’d be standing there sweating, looking at the list of names wondering ‘How do I pronounce Q’J’Q’Sha.’?” said Joyce Harmon, NAEST spokeswoman. “Is this even English?”
The practice of giving black children outlandish names began in the 1960s, when blacks were getting in touch with their African roots, said historian Corlione Vest. But even he admits it got out of hand.
“I have a niece who’s six. I’m embarrassed to say I can’t even pronounce her name,” said Vest, a professor at Princeton University. “Whenever I want to talk to her, I just wait until she looks at me and then I wave her over.”
Cabrera’s ruling exempted black men because so few of them are actually involved in their children’s lives. This entry was posted on March 2, 2008 at 7:16 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
After Judge Cabrera’s historic ruling, little Clitoria Jackson will likely undergo a name change. (DETROIT) In a decision that’s expected to send shockwaves through the African-American community—and yet, give much relief to teachers everywhere—a federal judge ruled today that black women no longer have independent naming rights for their children. Too many black children—and many adults—bear names that border on not even being words, he said.
“I am simply tired of these ridiculous names black women are giving their children,” said U.S. Federal Judge Ryan Cabrera before rendering his decision. “Someone had to put a stop to it.”
The rule applies to all black women, but Cabrera singled out impoverished mothers. “They are the worst perpetrators,” he said. “They put in apostrophes where none are needed. They think a ‘Q’ is a must. There was a time when Shaniqua and Tawanda were names you dreaded. Now, if you’re a black girl, you hope you get a name as sensible as one of those.”
Few stepped forward to defend black women—and black women themselves seemed relieved. “It’s so hard to keep coming up with something unique,” said Uneeqqi Jenkins, 22, an African-American mother of seven who survives on public assistance. Her children are named Daryl, Q’Antity, Uhlleejsha, Cray-Ig, Fellisittee, Tay’Sh’awn and Day’Shawndra.
Beginning in one week, at least three white people must agree with the name before a black mother can name her child. “Hopefully we can see a lot more black children with sensible names like Jake and Connor,” Cabrera said. His ruling stemmed from a lawsuit brought by a 13-year-old girl whose mother created her name using Incan hieroglyphics.
“She said it would make me stand out,” said the girl, whose name can’t be reproduced by The Peoples News’ technology. “But it’s really just stupid.”
The National Association of Elementary School Teachers celebrated Cabrera’s decision. “Oh my God, the first day of school you’d be standing there sweating, looking at the list of names wondering ‘How do I pronounce Q’J’Q’Sha.’?” said Joyce Harmon, NAEST spokeswoman. “Is this even English?”
The practice of giving black children outlandish names began in the 1960s, when blacks were getting in touch with their African roots, said historian Corlione Vest. But even he admits it got out of hand.
“I have a niece who’s six. I’m embarrassed to say I can’t even pronounce her name,” said Vest, a professor at Princeton University. “Whenever I want to talk to her, I just wait until she looks at me and then I wave her over.”
Cabrera’s ruling exempted black men because so few of them are actually involved in their children’s lives. This entry was posted on March 2, 2008 at 7:16 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
My Rhapsody PlaylistEVOLUTION...
This blog is also from my Yahoo 360 page...As I hope you will enjoy it; it also is a re-affirmation for me...
HEY BABIES...BEFORE I GET INTO WHAT I REALLY WANT TO BLOG ABOUT TODAY, I WANTED TO SHARE WITH Y'ALL SOMETHING THAT WAS SAID TO ME BY A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE. MY FRIEND SAYS THAT HE DOESN'T GET THE WHOLE SHARING PERSONAL STRUGGLES, SITUATIONS, EMOTIONS, ETC. ONLINE. HE SAID CHATTING OR BLOGGING SHOULD BE UPBEAT OR CASUAL...NOT ALL SERIOUS AND STUFF. AND THOUGH I DO FEEL THAT THERE IS SOME INFORMATION OR SOME SITUATIONS THAT ARE TOO PERSONAL TO SHARE, AS A BLOGGER I DO UNDERSTAND IT. IT'S A WAY TO EXPRESS ONESELF WITHOUT A WHOLE LOT OF JUDGEMENT AND SOMETIMES THAT'S ALL WE REALLY NEED.
NOW...DOWN TO THE BUSINESS AT HAND.
AS I MENTIONED IN MY LAST BLOG, I AM BEING PREPARED...FOR WHAT? I DON'T KNOW. GOD IS PREPARING ME, SO MY TRUST AND FAITH IN HIM IS STRONG, SO I'M NOT WORRIED. AS HE CONTINUES TO WORK ON ME, I AM EVOLVING. THAT'S A BIG WORD...RIGHT? I KNOW, BUT IT TRULY APPLIES TO MY JOURNEY. I AM CHANGING AND I AM LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
NOW...DOWN TO THE BUSINESS AT HAND.
AS I MENTIONED IN MY LAST BLOG, I AM BEING PREPARED...FOR WHAT? I DON'T KNOW. GOD IS PREPARING ME, SO MY TRUST AND FAITH IN HIM IS STRONG, SO I'M NOT WORRIED. AS HE CONTINUES TO WORK ON ME, I AM EVOLVING. THAT'S A BIG WORD...RIGHT? I KNOW, BUT IT TRULY APPLIES TO MY JOURNEY. I AM CHANGING AND I AM LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO REALLY KNOW ME, YOU KNOW THAT CONFIDENCE OR THE LACK THERE OF HAS NEVER REALLY BEEN AN ISSUE FOR ME BECAUSE I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT I WAS FABULOUS ON ONE LEVEL OR ANOTHER. FOR THE MOST PART, I'VE ALWAYS BEEN COMFORTABLE IN MY SKIN. BUT HERE LATELY, A SISTAH'S BEEN HIGH-STEPPIN' LIKE A MUG...FEELIN' GOOD AND I EVEN GOT A LITTLE GLOW ABOUT ME. I SMILE MORE AND MY SPIRIT IS EASY RIGHT NOW.
I KNOW WHAT IT IS...YUP, I SURE DO...I'M IN LOVE Y'ALL...THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS.
WITH WHOM? YOU MAY ASK. I HAVE NO PROBLEM TELLING YOU...
I'M IN LOVE WITH ME!!! OR SHOULD I SAY, THE WOMAN I AM BECOMING.
MY OUTLOOK ON LIFE IS CHANGING, MY OUTLOOK ON RELATIONSHIPS ARE DEFINITELY CHANGING....I DON'T KNOW...I'M JUST FEELING GOOD. OK...MY MARRIAGE IS COMING TO END, BUT I'M NOT MAD ABOUT IT ANYMORE...OK...MAYBE A LITTLE BIT, BUT IT'S NOT CONSUMING ME ANYMORE. BASICALLY, I CAN LOOK AT HIM AND NOT WANT TO BASH HIS FACE IN TO THE POINT WHERE HE IS UNRECOGNIZABLE....SO I THINK I'M MAKING PROGRESS...LOL!
I'M DISCOVERING WHO I AM SPIRITUALLY, MENTALLY, EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY. THE THINGS THAT TRULY MAKE ME HAPPY ARE BEING REVEALED TO ME DAILY.
EVOLUTION IS A WONDERFUL THING! STAY TUNED FOR PART 2.
THANKS FOR READING BABIES...UNTIL NEXT TIME...
HUGS&STUFF
I KNOW WHAT IT IS...YUP, I SURE DO...I'M IN LOVE Y'ALL...THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS.
WITH WHOM? YOU MAY ASK. I HAVE NO PROBLEM TELLING YOU...
I'M IN LOVE WITH ME!!! OR SHOULD I SAY, THE WOMAN I AM BECOMING.
MY OUTLOOK ON LIFE IS CHANGING, MY OUTLOOK ON RELATIONSHIPS ARE DEFINITELY CHANGING....I DON'T KNOW...I'M JUST FEELING GOOD. OK...MY MARRIAGE IS COMING TO END, BUT I'M NOT MAD ABOUT IT ANYMORE...OK...MAYBE A LITTLE BIT, BUT IT'S NOT CONSUMING ME ANYMORE. BASICALLY, I CAN LOOK AT HIM AND NOT WANT TO BASH HIS FACE IN TO THE POINT WHERE HE IS UNRECOGNIZABLE....SO I THINK I'M MAKING PROGRESS...LOL!
I'M DISCOVERING WHO I AM SPIRITUALLY, MENTALLY, EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY. THE THINGS THAT TRULY MAKE ME HAPPY ARE BEING REVEALED TO ME DAILY.
EVOLUTION IS A WONDERFUL THING! STAY TUNED FOR PART 2.
THANKS FOR READING BABIES...UNTIL NEXT TIME...
HUGS&STUFF
Because he is my joy...
This is a post from my 360 page...
OK...I'm home last night, chillin around the house and stuff and my son looks at me and says "...mommy, I love you with my whole heart." Needless to say I became this trembling lipped, teary eyed, emotional bag of mush. After I choked back my emotion I said "What made you say that Poodah (that's what I call him)?" and he went on to tell me the reason that he said it. He said that even when I'm angry with him he always feels that I love him. He also said that I am his best friend. I cannot think of anything more wonderful to hear from your child.
Please believe that the man-child works my nerves at times, but he is beautiful. He has an amazing heart and a loving spirit. He is so bright and talented. God has blessed me with so much, but nothing compares to the gift that is my son...
Because he is my joy.
Please believe that the man-child works my nerves at times, but he is beautiful. He has an amazing heart and a loving spirit. He is so bright and talented. God has blessed me with so much, but nothing compares to the gift that is my son...
Because he is my joy.
The changing of the winds...
The winds of life are changing...blowing me in the direction of unchartered territory. New living arrangements, hopefully new love interest, new job...just new opportunities. I'm excited, I'm scared and a little unsure. Oh well, that's what change does...it rocks your foundation and forces you to move in directions you normally wouldn't... Such is Life.
I TRUST YOU LORD...GUIDE MY STEPS.
I TRUST YOU LORD...GUIDE MY STEPS.
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