Examine where the limited belief is derived
Just this past weekend there was a rally going on in South Carolina for people who are against making the confederate flag illegal. I don’t mean to nor do I like the fact that it seems like I’m always thinking about race, but honestly, how can I help it when everyday I’m getting a new notification with a new hashtag about another attack on black men and women? It gets exhausting. And while I know that’s the main reason why so many people shy away from discussions concerning the state of Black America, it just seems like it doesn’t benefit anyone if you’re silent and blind to the injustices happening around you. No matter what the situation is, I always realize that any of those slain individuals could have been me or people that I love.
It’s a lot to take in when it seems to be saturated everywhere, however it always makes me feel good when I know that I’m not the only stewing over these atrocities and thinking of ways to make a better tomorrow. Just like there is music for those who hang in the trap, those who hang in a church, or those who do both *cues “I luh God”*, there’s also music that acknowledges what’s going on with black people and are trying to unite us all to think differently and make some type of change, even if it’s personal. Here’s some of my favorite Rebel Music to listen to when I’m feeling like the world doesn’t understand me.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a new blog entry.
In fact, it’s been a while since I’ve contributed to the internet world in general. There has been a lot of things happening in this country, some good, a lot bad, that have caused me to take an unintentional break. I didn’t want to add another opinion to the stream of noise already polluting the internet in a time where no one really knows what to do to restore some sense of progress or hope.
It’s very important to me that I always share authentically how I feel through my writing but it’s also equally important to me that it always comes from a place of… light.
As I’ve taken a break from posting, I have searched for a safe haven outside of the world, a place not of oblivion, but a place where the sadness of this world doesn’t make me angry. I can be honest and tell you that I’ve been experiencing a lot of anger. It seems like everyday a band-aid is being ripped off a wound that has never been treated properly enough for it to heal. There are people in the public eye who feel that they can speak for me because they’ve transformed themselves to look like me, yet my voice is still very unheard. The people who should be proudly speaking out for the people who do look like me are silent. It’s allowed to realize how often I’m (we are) pushed into supporting everyone’s cause without ever receiving the same support back.
Rome wasn’t built in a day. Which gives you and I permission to work as long as we need in order to see our potential manifest into something special. When you’ve got a dream you’re actively working towards, it will take some time to perfect the vision into something substantial and long standing. Sometimes your first idea isn’t as much of a hit as you thought it would be, which consequently gives you the challenge of coming up with a new idea or starting over again. Having to start over can sound so defeating when you’ve already invested so much of yourself. Whether it’s a relationship, a dream, or a project, starting over is never something that you want to think about happening in the event that you’re plans don’t turn out the way you expect.
May 24th makes two years since I had my last chemical relaxer. I am not a natural hair blogger, but this hair journey has been one of great introspect, so I want to share some of my experience.
I wasn’t always relaxed, in fact, I got my first relaxer at the age of 19. Before that I regularly got my hair hot combed or pressed and curled as it’s also referred to as. With both hot combing and relaxing, my hair still remained healthy. I never struggled with heat damage, color damage, breakage or abnormal shedding. So the decision to transition to natural was kind of random, but came at a perfect time when I truly had the freedom of doing so. My first reason for going back natural was because I wanted to see if I could possibly get the Tia and Tamara natural curls that I always wanted. I also loved the versatility that comes with natural hair. However, I was afraid of the ugly stage. You all know what stage I’m talking about lol. It’s the stage when you have no clue what to do with your hair, how to wear it or how to maintain it when in a professional environment. I worked in a corporate bank that was very European in it’s appearance preference so going natural then really wasn’t an option.