change

Yes Barack ! Yessssssss :)


Look, everybody has an opinion about Mr. Barack Obama . Unfortunately, money seems to be the most vital and consistent topic in American dialogue . Money is one thing that's delicate and everyone has a different opinion . However, humanity is a concrete aspect of life . People can pretend like they dont care , but they feel it . Barack is lookin out for the well being of Africa ... finally :)

check it: http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/africa/07/11/obama.ghana/index.html?iref=mpstoryview

um, the hoax is up .

control .

when we were two years old, we started to realize that our actions had consequences . if we walked somewhere, we would arrive . if we asked mommy for food, we would get an answer . most importantly, we saw how much control we have over our own bodies . we would be raising our hands, twisting our heads, wiggling our feet ...

today . we have brainwashed ourself into believing that we have lost control . "it just happened... i dont know what came over me . i couldnt help myself..." nothing "just happens" . you came over yourself". you could help it . we have full control when we cheat on our loved ones, when we have sex with everything walking , when we go back to a boyfriend/girlfriend who treats us like dirt . We have full control when we gossip about our "friends" and make people feel like they are less than human . We say that we have no control to hide from this aspect of responsibility . Taking responsibility for our actions puts a glove of accountability on our soul . accepting that we have control has the power to create guilt when we didnt exercise self-control like we should have .

So instead, we have convinced ourselves that control is not cool . We want to run into life's traffic with our eyes closed because we're afraid of being liable. If we were "so turnt" that night, you want to pretend that it wasnt really you who punched that guy in the face . If you were "zooted", then it couldnt of been you who had sex with those guys at the party . Well i'd just like to know ...

what brand are those rose-colored glasses ?
controlling oneself is not about following rules . its about power . having the power to say i can choose what i want to do...i am capable of following my spirit, rather than my flesh .

"Like a city whose walls are broken down is a man who lacks self-control" Proverbs 25:28

*Galatians 5:22-23
*2 Peter 1:5-8

recognize real .

this is my sister karen . yesssss, my sister ... anywhoooo she's an aspiring singer/songwriter and she's the real deal. it pisses me off that there are so many wack talents out there & so many genuine artists become overlooked. sooo, check her out:



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sweet 19 .

okay, imma little late but so what lol .



welp ! had a great time on my nineteenth birthday . friends from elementary, day camps, sisters, spelman sisters, sisters of spelman sisters, high school friends, brothers, UCLA sissies, cousins and all of the above . i love them <3>

non compis mentis

one lover in one lifetime is a fairytale .
however, soulmates are God's designated roads for life .
happiness is superficial .
nevertheless, joy is a set condition of the heart .

it's these hairline distinctions that drive lucidity into a spiral of confusion and fear . the insanity of listening to your heart or mind . the insanity we go through just trying to recognize who's voice is who's . i imagine the mind's voice sings like musiq soulchild ... sounding lovely , creeping into your everyday affairs . logical . sensible . i imagine the heart sings like maxwell ... all passion, less sensible, screaming into the soul intil it expands the diameter . this listening game puts me on the edge of bliss and affliction .

Listening to the mind who reads the statistics :

• how many times you've been hurt .
• defense mechanisms to make sure you dont invest all of yourself in one person .
• filing a lie into the "white lie" drawer or the "manipulative bastard" file .

" Hearing the heart who blends his smell with the memories of first kisses .
All of the feelings that make you shake . A creation of every pleasant taste,
sound, and vision mixed into a batter of hope .

HOPE

. it's the reason why we try again and again , despite what the others
did before . At the same time, f e a r
stems from this Maxwell-like voice . It yanks up the
memories of tears and shame and discomfort . it props up barbed wire around
itself to keep the enemy out . embraces, genuine, comfort, the death of me ."

at this point, insanity would be an understatement ;

song: love by musiq soulchild .