My people, we need to start teaching each other that self-hate isn't going to get us anywhere as a people. Other races succeed because they support each other and help build each other's businesses. They educate each other and work together towards the advancement of their people.
NOTHING is stopping us from doing the same, my people!
Firstly, LOVE THY MELANIN 👨🏿👩🏿❤️! Love your brothas and help them grow. Love your sisters. Respect and build them too, for they carry the seed that will multiply our generations👶🏾.
Being black is NOT a disadvantage. Being black is NOT a sin. Being Black is NOT a curse. So stop thinking like that. Please! For your sake and the sake of those around you❌
Let us do our best to influence each other in positive ways. I am a proud black woman. I love my brown sun-kissed skin. I love my people from all over the world. I vow to do my best to support my people. I vow to do my best to help my people move forward and grow. I vow to do my best to build my brothas and sistas and vow to try stop myself from tearing them down.
Please vow to do the same.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Friday, February 6, 2015
The little Vee who always cried wolf
How many times have I sung the same song? The same story? I bet they're tired of my tune. Oh gosh, I've been talking about going back to school for so many years. Every year I say "Yaz, I wanna get my education on" but the procrastinating fear-filled devil in me would always find some reason not to go. I got a job, couldn't find my matric certificate, I lost my ID. There was always something.
This year I wanted to stop talking and start walking the walk and so I did everything in a rush. Found a school I wasn't interested in, didn't do proper research on funding, didn't plan properly. I was just had to make them see that I CAN do this. That I wasn't all talk. That I wasn't just saying things to make them feel better. I wanted to finally make them proud of me. I had to.
On the day I found a school, I called my dad. Asked him for application money and he sent it. I was so excited, I told all my friends. This was finally my moment. I was finally going to do it but I couldn't help the icky feeling inside of me when I thought of going through with it. Something inside me wasn't right with it. This wasn't the school for me and paying for it would be really hard. I felt like I was making a mistake.
I spoke to some of my friends about it and they made me see light. They made me realise that all this pressure I thought I felt was just me and my fear. The more I think my time's run out, the more life makes me realise that my time is mine and I don't have to rush. And so I decided not to apply. I decided I'd wait for another option to present itself. A proper one.
I hated myself for wasting so many years of my life dreaming instead of building my life. I was so upset with myself for not planning my life, for losing direction, for not doing what's right for my future. I'm learning to forgive myself (I am young after all) and I'm also learning how to plan properly and do things the right way
I doubt anyone will believe me. I am, after all, the girl who cries wolf. I've not yet spoken to my father, in fears I'll disappoint him but I've decided I'll see him and explain myself. I pray he can see that I've changed my train of thought (I'm using a better railway line now) and is the understanding man I know him to be.
Applications for the 2016 academic year open in March this year. I will apply and next year I will study. This time I'm NOT crying wolf. This time I mean it and I've got people who will help me stick to my plan. I'm not a failure in life, not anymore. I'm a person with a plan and I will see it through. I'm going to make myself proud by being the awesome teacher I know I can be. I know it!
This year I wanted to stop talking and start walking the walk and so I did everything in a rush. Found a school I wasn't interested in, didn't do proper research on funding, didn't plan properly. I was just had to make them see that I CAN do this. That I wasn't all talk. That I wasn't just saying things to make them feel better. I wanted to finally make them proud of me. I had to.
On the day I found a school, I called my dad. Asked him for application money and he sent it. I was so excited, I told all my friends. This was finally my moment. I was finally going to do it but I couldn't help the icky feeling inside of me when I thought of going through with it. Something inside me wasn't right with it. This wasn't the school for me and paying for it would be really hard. I felt like I was making a mistake.
I spoke to some of my friends about it and they made me see light. They made me realise that all this pressure I thought I felt was just me and my fear. The more I think my time's run out, the more life makes me realise that my time is mine and I don't have to rush. And so I decided not to apply. I decided I'd wait for another option to present itself. A proper one.
I hated myself for wasting so many years of my life dreaming instead of building my life. I was so upset with myself for not planning my life, for losing direction, for not doing what's right for my future. I'm learning to forgive myself (I am young after all) and I'm also learning how to plan properly and do things the right way
I doubt anyone will believe me. I am, after all, the girl who cries wolf. I've not yet spoken to my father, in fears I'll disappoint him but I've decided I'll see him and explain myself. I pray he can see that I've changed my train of thought (I'm using a better railway line now) and is the understanding man I know him to be.
Applications for the 2016 academic year open in March this year. I will apply and next year I will study. This time I'm NOT crying wolf. This time I mean it and I've got people who will help me stick to my plan. I'm not a failure in life, not anymore. I'm a person with a plan and I will see it through. I'm going to make myself proud by being the awesome teacher I know I can be. I know it!
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
untitled
In you
I see the tears of Mama Africa
I see her stolen glory. Her forged history
I see lies and screaming cries of the rebel child lost to his own greed
I see the poverty stricken woman whose dry breast cannot feed her dying child
I see the bullets, whips and chains they used to kill us
I see the bullets, whips and chains we use to kill ourselves
I see the death of the most beautiful in the world.
The death of the Genesis.
I see the tears of Mama Africa
I see her stolen glory. Her forged history
I see lies and screaming cries of the rebel child lost to his own greed
I see the poverty stricken woman whose dry breast cannot feed her dying child
I see the bullets, whips and chains they used to kill us
I see the bullets, whips and chains we use to kill ourselves
I see the death of the most beautiful in the world.
The death of the Genesis.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
He is the epitome of amazing
He is the epitome of amazing
I could spend hours in his arms
His kisses make the world halt and my heart race.
He sends me to space with just a simple touch
His infectious laugh gives my tummy giggle cramps
He is the epitome of amazing
He is the epitome of amazing
My great beam of support when the heavens are grey and my world is upside down
His love makes me come alive like Diwali lights in the sky
I'm never small or worthless in his eyes because he sees me for the queen I am
He is the epitome of amazing
He is the epitome of amazing
He colours me in and fills my blanks.
He gives me butterflies in my everything
Sky high. He takes me to cloud million and let's loose with me.
Keeps me cool.
He is the epitome of amazing
He is the epitome of amazing
Always reminds me to Stay Blak
To stay true to my art,my calling
His generous heart and helping hands continue to build and connect many
Talented man. I am in awe of his skills and the beauty his mind creates
He is the epitome of amazing
He is the epitome of amazing
He is mine, all mine. Even when he's sleeping.
His heart's home is me and mine is him. I'm never lost.
He is my King and I am ever faithful to him
My one
He is the epitome of amazing.
I could spend hours in his arms
His kisses make the world halt and my heart race.
He sends me to space with just a simple touch
His infectious laugh gives my tummy giggle cramps
He is the epitome of amazing
He is the epitome of amazing
My great beam of support when the heavens are grey and my world is upside down
His love makes me come alive like Diwali lights in the sky
I'm never small or worthless in his eyes because he sees me for the queen I am
He is the epitome of amazing
He is the epitome of amazing
He colours me in and fills my blanks.
He gives me butterflies in my everything
Sky high. He takes me to cloud million and let's loose with me.
Keeps me cool.
He is the epitome of amazing
He is the epitome of amazing
Always reminds me to Stay Blak
To stay true to my art,my calling
His generous heart and helping hands continue to build and connect many
Talented man. I am in awe of his skills and the beauty his mind creates
He is the epitome of amazing
He is the epitome of amazing
He is mine, all mine. Even when he's sleeping.
His heart's home is me and mine is him. I'm never lost.
He is my King and I am ever faithful to him
My one
He is the epitome of amazing.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Friends
Can you see beyond the façade?
The theatrical smiles put on for neighbourly faces
The fake laughs we share even though we can see the hate dripping.
Everyday we continue to "love" each other "so much."
We are disgustingly unreal!
Puppets in the house of fables.
We tell tall tales about people we supposedly know nothing about but we dare to say are close to us.
We are hypocrites
We laugh at each others hurt and vehemently curse any success other than our own
Who are we?
We are friends.
The theatrical smiles put on for neighbourly faces
The fake laughs we share even though we can see the hate dripping.
Everyday we continue to "love" each other "so much."
We are disgustingly unreal!
Puppets in the house of fables.
We tell tall tales about people we supposedly know nothing about but we dare to say are close to us.
We are hypocrites
We laugh at each others hurt and vehemently curse any success other than our own
Who are we?
We are friends.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Running - Vee Makaba
I'm running.
I'm fat, I'm slow, I'm hurt but I'm running.
My feet won't stop moving.
They keep on going regardless of how the rest of me feels.
The shadow is big
The shadow is bad.
The shadow steals the light from inside me.
It cripples me with its darkness and fills me with sadness.
I'm running from the shadow.
Some days running from the shadow is easy.
Days like today the running is hard.
The shadow is faster than I expect.
Hot on my heels, it's sucking the life out of me.
All my life I've been running from the shadow
It's all I know.
I'm scared of the shadow but I'm so tired of running.
I don't know what to do
But I can't stop now
The shadow is right behind me.
I'm running.
For my life
I'm running
From the big bad shadow
I'm fat, I'm slow, I'm hurt but I'm running.
My feet won't stop moving.
They keep on going regardless of how the rest of me feels.
The shadow is big
The shadow is bad.
The shadow steals the light from inside me.
It cripples me with its darkness and fills me with sadness.
I'm running from the shadow.
Some days running from the shadow is easy.
Days like today the running is hard.
The shadow is faster than I expect.
Hot on my heels, it's sucking the life out of me.
All my life I've been running from the shadow
It's all I know.
I'm scared of the shadow but I'm so tired of running.
I don't know what to do
But I can't stop now
The shadow is right behind me.
I'm running.
For my life
I'm running
From the big bad shadow
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Homeless
Twice my homelessness has been declared to me
Twice my dreams have been killed
A true nomad I float from place to place
Searching for a place to rest my weary heart and head.
Woe is me, she who does not have a place of belonging
She who has no home
All alone I hear the wind howling my name
Feather-footed. I go where it goes
Who am I in this life?
Can my purpose be revealed to me?
Where is my home in this life?
Because here I am, lost with nowhere to go
I call on God to save me
My words muffled by tears of sorrow
I beg him to take me to my home in the skies
That I may not be homeless tomorrow
Twice my dreams have been killed
A true nomad I float from place to place
Searching for a place to rest my weary heart and head.
Woe is me, she who does not have a place of belonging
She who has no home
All alone I hear the wind howling my name
Feather-footed. I go where it goes
Who am I in this life?
Can my purpose be revealed to me?
Where is my home in this life?
Because here I am, lost with nowhere to go
I call on God to save me
My words muffled by tears of sorrow
I beg him to take me to my home in the skies
That I may not be homeless tomorrow
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