"You have natural hair. You natural people just like to judge people with relaxed hair and weaves."
-Err, no. You're the one who just tried to define me and put me in a box. I have nothing against relaxed hair or weaves. CHILL.
Why I went natural.
I went natural for personal reasons, not because I wanted to be a part of 'team natural'. I've been natural many times before just because I noticed a trend and thought afros were cool. But this time, I have different reasons.I'm natural because I'm sick and tired of getting regular relaxers. I can straighten my kinky afro if I want to (It takes a life time and I always fail cause I'm impatient). I got too comfortable with weaves and relaxed hair and I thought there was no other way that I could look nice. I felt like I had a sense of false beauty. I said to myself "well, Gos gave me afro hair and my God does not make mistakes. If I do not feel beautiful with my natural texture, I don't want to feel beautiful with weaves. Having straight or wavy caucasian hair is not and should not define beauty."
"I thought you were natural, why have you got a weave/extensions?"
Just before you start giving me labels like 'self righteous whore bag'and 'traitor to the natural community.', there is no such thing as a 'natural community, damn it. Also, I DO NOT have anything against weaves or people that wear weaves. I'm just glad that I don't feel like I need weaves or extensions to feel like beautiful. I want to comb my afro and think that I look just as beautiful as if I had extensions or weave. That's all!
Friday, November 4, 2011
Tough Love
Dude, I really like you
You know I'm in love with you
I'm pretty much stuck on you
But when you don't do the things you need to do
I get really stressed out because I care for you
You see those 'friends' that you're chilling with
They don't care. No, they don't give a shit
I'm so sick and tired of nagging you
Because I've also got shit to do
Baby, I think I need a break from you
I think you need some tough love.
You know I'm in love with you
I'm pretty much stuck on you
But when you don't do the things you need to do
I get really stressed out because I care for you
You see those 'friends' that you're chilling with
They don't care. No, they don't give a shit
I'm so sick and tired of nagging you
Because I've also got shit to do
Baby, I think I need a break from you
I think you need some tough love.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Life, love, death.
Love and death.
They both appear at your door step unannounced.
You won't remember letting them in. You won't even remember them at your door step.
You just realise that you are having to entertain the company of uninvited visitors effortlessly.
In both do we find peace and rest. In both do we find sadness.
Death brings peace and sadness at the same time.
When she takes our beloved away from us, our hearts ache.
But I always wonder; for what reason do we not envy those who have found peace in death from the struggle with life?
Life. We weren't searching but we found her.
We lust deeply after her whom we despise. She hurts us quite frequently but if we're asked, we choose to remain in love(or lust?) with her. With her beauty, she lures us.
She doesn't try hard to please us but the one thing she brings us is love.
Love that brings peace. Love that we share. Well, love that we should share.
As we remain with the beauty that is life, we must try to make the relationship as meaningful as possible. We must try to share the love she gives us so that we have enough amongst us as the break up with her is never our choice. She soon leaves us without notice.
Love as you live because life alone gives you this opportunity which death takes away.
They both appear at your door step unannounced.
You won't remember letting them in. You won't even remember them at your door step.
You just realise that you are having to entertain the company of uninvited visitors effortlessly.
In both do we find peace and rest. In both do we find sadness.
Death brings peace and sadness at the same time.
When she takes our beloved away from us, our hearts ache.
But I always wonder; for what reason do we not envy those who have found peace in death from the struggle with life?
Life. We weren't searching but we found her.
We lust deeply after her whom we despise. She hurts us quite frequently but if we're asked, we choose to remain in love(or lust?) with her. With her beauty, she lures us.
She doesn't try hard to please us but the one thing she brings us is love.
Love that brings peace. Love that we share. Well, love that we should share.
As we remain with the beauty that is life, we must try to make the relationship as meaningful as possible. We must try to share the love she gives us so that we have enough amongst us as the break up with her is never our choice. She soon leaves us without notice.
Love as you live because life alone gives you this opportunity which death takes away.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
My skin and hair
Could you please appreciate my brown skin and nappy Afro hair?
I will wear my hair in extensions that embrace my african culture when I feel like
But I will also ROCK my natural afro hair and I expect you to appreciate it too
It is true that my hair will never actually look like Caucasian or asian hair which is one reason I place value on hair of that texture because of course as humans we tend put value on the beautiful things we can't actually have.
A Caucasian woman should value my hair just the same because she'll never have hair like mine either.
Now there's another problem. The actions a lot of black women take concerning their looks speak this to women of other races. "hey I have brown skin but I'd rather my complexion were a bit lighter, closer to your tone" and/or "I have Afro hair but your hair is 'nicer' so I'll pay loads of money for mine to look like yours". So, in the minds of SOME women of other races "well they'd rather have hair like ours and they think we have better skin tone so we must be the better race". They therefore can not value the things that we condemn, the things that we don't even want to see when we look in the mirror. We basically see our true reflection and go "ewww how disgusting,it's about time I became someone else" in our heads but what what we say out loud is "I need to get a new weave".
Now that slavery days are far gone and it's not a crime to be black we seem to miss those days like we're adapted to being slaves so we enslave ourselves in our own skin. Inside of some of us is a black man or woman yearning for freedom, imprisoned for no crime whatsoever. The transition from being slaves to right having humans means that can just be black and be seen and/or heard. What would diversity be if we're all light skinned and have long silky hair? Are we trying to reduce the number of things that we can actually call 'beautiful'?
"It isn't a matter of black is beautiful as much as it is white is not all that's beautiful"- Bill Cosby.
"It doesn't matter how long my hair is or what the colour of my skin is or whether I'm a man or woman".- John Lennon
"white us beautiful, black is beautiful and they compliment each other"- me
Happy black history month yo!
I will wear my hair in extensions that embrace my african culture when I feel like
But I will also ROCK my natural afro hair and I expect you to appreciate it too
It is true that my hair will never actually look like Caucasian or asian hair which is one reason I place value on hair of that texture because of course as humans we tend put value on the beautiful things we can't actually have.
A Caucasian woman should value my hair just the same because she'll never have hair like mine either.
Now there's another problem. The actions a lot of black women take concerning their looks speak this to women of other races. "hey I have brown skin but I'd rather my complexion were a bit lighter, closer to your tone" and/or "I have Afro hair but your hair is 'nicer' so I'll pay loads of money for mine to look like yours". So, in the minds of SOME women of other races "well they'd rather have hair like ours and they think we have better skin tone so we must be the better race". They therefore can not value the things that we condemn, the things that we don't even want to see when we look in the mirror. We basically see our true reflection and go "ewww how disgusting,it's about time I became someone else" in our heads but what what we say out loud is "I need to get a new weave".
Now that slavery days are far gone and it's not a crime to be black we seem to miss those days like we're adapted to being slaves so we enslave ourselves in our own skin. Inside of some of us is a black man or woman yearning for freedom, imprisoned for no crime whatsoever. The transition from being slaves to right having humans means that can just be black and be seen and/or heard. What would diversity be if we're all light skinned and have long silky hair? Are we trying to reduce the number of things that we can actually call 'beautiful'?
"It isn't a matter of black is beautiful as much as it is white is not all that's beautiful"- Bill Cosby.
"It doesn't matter how long my hair is or what the colour of my skin is or whether I'm a man or woman".- John Lennon
"white us beautiful, black is beautiful and they compliment each other"- me
Happy black history month yo!
Monday, May 24, 2010
I want...
I want, I want!!
Or maybe I need ..
But I'm never too sure what my life would be
Without the things that I want
Well, I have a literature exam tomorrow
And I know that I do not want to smell , let alone look at the'to kill a mocking bird and poetry' revision guides
Watching my life fail by not doing what I need to do, ONLY what I WANT!
So, I've kind of come to terms with the fact that I want many things
This is just bullshit talk, let me tell you what I want
I want you here to give me a foot rub
And slowly move your hands upwards, touching me in a way that gives me the giggles
I want you to cup my cheeks in your hands and stare into my eyes
Feel my lips with yours
Let us share what we think is love
So KISS ME, soft, gentle...kiss me, just kiss me
I want YOU, one person, YOU
You quench my thirst but mysteriously, the moment you do...
I'm thirsty again for nothing or no one else but you
All because I'll never get enough of you
Right now, I know that you're all that I want
And maybe someday when I know that your absence would make me feel completely worthless
I'll need...
Or maybe I need ..
But I'm never too sure what my life would be
Without the things that I want
Well, I have a literature exam tomorrow
And I know that I do not want to smell , let alone look at the'to kill a mocking bird and poetry' revision guides
Watching my life fail by not doing what I need to do, ONLY what I WANT!
So, I've kind of come to terms with the fact that I want many things
This is just bullshit talk, let me tell you what I want
I want you here to give me a foot rub
And slowly move your hands upwards, touching me in a way that gives me the giggles
I want you to cup my cheeks in your hands and stare into my eyes
Feel my lips with yours
Let us share what we think is love
So KISS ME, soft, gentle...kiss me, just kiss me
I want YOU, one person, YOU
You quench my thirst but mysteriously, the moment you do...
I'm thirsty again for nothing or no one else but you
All because I'll never get enough of you
Right now, I know that you're all that I want
And maybe someday when I know that your absence would make me feel completely worthless
I'll need...
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Identity
There are lonely days and lonely nights
And in the comfort of my solitude
I sink deep in search of the truth
For what reason do I not exist as one person in one world?
The one who’s less privileged than I am may call me “wealthy’
The one who’s more privileged than I am may look down on me
The ones who believe they’re like me think they know me best
On my own I agree with that girl who says I can’t hurt a fly
On the other hand, I disagree with her when she says I’m shy
I think I agree with the dude that says I’m a good singer
How the other dude could possibly look at me, point a finger
And say ‘you can’t sing’ I don’t know.
I bin the opinions I don’t like
Start with thoughts of the others every day of my life
And let them be my guide
At some point, I realise that what I believe is what I choose to believe
Not what the truth is
Now I don’t care about the opinions that fly out of your mouth or anyone else’s
I will not try to please you even if your opinions about my choices may hurt
Because I choose to believe in the truth
So I’m choosing to live my life in honesty
And if YOU can’t deal with it, it’s a god dam pity
And in the comfort of my solitude
I sink deep in search of the truth
For what reason do I not exist as one person in one world?
The one who’s less privileged than I am may call me “wealthy’
The one who’s more privileged than I am may look down on me
The ones who believe they’re like me think they know me best
On my own I agree with that girl who says I can’t hurt a fly
On the other hand, I disagree with her when she says I’m shy
I think I agree with the dude that says I’m a good singer
How the other dude could possibly look at me, point a finger
And say ‘you can’t sing’ I don’t know.
I bin the opinions I don’t like
Start with thoughts of the others every day of my life
And let them be my guide
At some point, I realise that what I believe is what I choose to believe
Not what the truth is
Now I don’t care about the opinions that fly out of your mouth or anyone else’s
I will not try to please you even if your opinions about my choices may hurt
Because I choose to believe in the truth
So I’m choosing to live my life in honesty
And if YOU can’t deal with it, it’s a god dam pity
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