Searching For America



Bernie Sanders campaign premiered a new ad this morning like nothing I’ve seen before. The ad focuses on the social grass roots movement that has propelled Bernie to this point in the campaign and it got me thinking…

No mud was slung.
Just hearts filled
that sung…
Sung high to the heavens for a new day begun…
Some prayed for a home, a place to feel safe.
Some just centered themselves
meditating to end hate.
Some begged to be free of their chains and disdain
for a government that doesn’t know them by name.

We went searching for America
but it’s been hard to find
cuz you see it’s not defined
by the lines we’ve designed
of blue and of red
that divide
and divvy up
it’s made up of people
of families of schools
of Churches and Masjids
of Sikhs and of Jews
We source our DNA
from a plethora of hues
Our fathers and mothers
fled tyranny too
so why turn our backs
on those who cry out?

Is it because we assume
they’ll do to Us
what we did to those
who helped in the crux
As our survival hung
in the balance
a trust
was extended by
those who watched from the brush
as we invaded their home
first one ship then another
they could have watched as we froze
but their connection to the Mother
begged they shroud us from cold
In the years on we lost
in the lesson
as greed and fear blinded us so fiercely
to the blessing
that these
the original people bestowed on the
men who claim to have founded
a country they’d stolen

Are we afraid if we
admit we were wrong
we’ll have to reflect on
all of the harm
that building a country
on the backs of black slaves
yellow track layers
and brown bodied naves
has done to those people
and us in return…

Are we afraid if we acknowledge their
lives we have to then to
acknowledge the rights
we stripped away from them
to further or goals
further our boarders
but what of our souls?

We can rationalize with religion
blame Cain, Canaan or Babel
but as time unfolds are we really able
to forget?
White wash our books and that’s it?
Not quit
The thing with history most don’t get
we have a tricky way of always repeating it
So even after we’ve let loose the shackles
hung a plaque
said some words
we aren’t any better till we break from the heard
stop insisting we once had a land that was “great”
that was built on fine values of inclusion and faith

That time is a myth
It did not exist
There’s always been scapegoats
And muckrackers too
Don’t think I’d leave out those who chose to tell truth

For without those small torches
and people with pens
and the dirty conditions that reflected the lens
If none chose to stand
If all felt content
to suffer in squalor not fit for humans
If people laid down
and just took what they got
If they never died to vote
If they never charged and fought
If we all just stayed silent
as Young boys are shot
as the Climate gets hot
as our dreams deferred rot

Then that crystal stair in Harlem would shatter in shards
slaying the unsung who folded his cards

We went searching for America
and we marched until
we reached roads end
and we’re marching still

We haven’t yet found what we’re looking for
But would be American if we searched no more?

Bi: Lauren Croom

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200 years ago? Try 20 minutes.



Is it just me? I was both excited by our president’s candor but immediately dejected and shrunken when he said “200 or 300” years… I had just experienced racial profiling 20 or 30 mins before I heard the quote. Slavery and Racism  didn’t just up and decide to die after “Emacipation” … Ask the Black Americans who were in elected government positions as the national guard left the South post reconstruction … or the generations of Black men who built Birmingham, and other cities like it, working chain gangs as rented prisoners; serving sentences on trumped up charges… Ask those who were critically ill but turned away from all white hospitals less than 50 years ago… Ask my Grandfather who couldn’t legally vote until after he was an established business man and had fathered my uncle and a few aunts…No slavery still exists… just by a different name my sweet hearts… It hasn’t gone anywhere…The mask of racism has just slipped under the skin instead of over it… and folks are up in arms over our President using a word that isn’t on the FCC sensor list…riddle me this: Why ISN’T that word on the sensor list? Hmmm… maybe because it was used in everything from census records to vaudeville to Mark Twain novels… Don’t be offended that he said the word, be offended by why he had to and why old Dixie is still flying over the South Carolina capital building.

Tell Me Again Why I’m Not Classified a Super Hero?: Living a Fulfilled Life Below The Poverty Line


So as usual I stumbled upon an article in CITY LAB that basically highlights the reason I have to focus my thoughts and meditate so incredibly hard every morning before I leave the house…Why, Money (or the lack there of) of course!

A new study, highlighted by the article provides data and figures that display the disparities between stagnating earnings and the “soaring” cost of housing all around the country.

Whilst I read the article, I couldn’t help but wonder how hard it would be to survive as a Single Mother in Los Angeles without my beloved Superpower.

What, you may ask, is this so-called “Superpower”?

Survival… I’m a born survivalist. There isn’t a situation that I have been placed in that I couldn’t find a Houdini like escape from. Much like Superman when exposed to the sun… I have only grown stronger the more exposed I am to adversity. Repeated and unforgiving poverty is just the latest of arch nemesis’ I have had to face.

When I read an article like this I understand that these numbers aren’t what they seem. They aren’t simply statistics. The numbers that erect these figures and tables represent other “Super humans” who, like myself are doing what they have to do to make due with what scraps they are given. Basically we are finding ways to create gourmet meals out of boxed mac-n-cheese every night.

Still, it is startling that these are just a slim sliver in the staggering stack of statistics …(ok, that alliteration cannot be ignored) that show us what America looks like in this seemingly “post-recession” delusional state. America’s ranking in STEM Education an Standard of living  are all far lower and our ranking in Infant Mortality, Suicide, Domestic Terrorism, are all up in our more progressive “1st world” peers. What is growing clearer with each quarter of data it that this “top-down system”, in which  things get more expensive but working hard pays less and less in comparison, is not sustainable.

Tupac’s words on Kendrick Lamar’s Mortal Man really seem prophetic right now:

” KENDRICK: I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa-, about a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground. What you mean ‘bout that, what the ground represent?

TUPAC: The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil. That’s how I see it, my word is bond. I see and the ground is the symbol for the poor people, the poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing, you know what I’m saying, wealthy, appetizing. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry, you know what I’m saying it’s gonna be like… there might be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich”.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe that people in my circumstance (or worse) feel compelled to pull out the hot sauce and sauerkraut just yet, but I do believe he has a point.

The poor are this country’s ground…this country’s foundation. If we can’t afford the basics of life what happens to the foundation? If a future Steve Jobs or Wozniak for that matter has to drop out of school before his breakthrough, not because he’s created the next big thing, but because he can’t afford to pay for the class that will inspire him…what then?

Our numbers are down for a reason…because our people feel beat down. Business 101: Take care of your people and they’ll take care of you. If we empower the average Woman (or Man) and take away his worry about (at the very least) health care and education costs, we can hit the reset button on this country’s…i don’t know… pretty much EVERY FUCKING THING!

If You are still reading this can we PLEASE take over the world? Thanks.



Mine is Bigger Than Yours: Clitoral Mapping (You’re Doing it Wrong!)


Wow! So you mean to tell me that until 1998 there were no female equivalent “machines and mechanisms” to help protect our sexual anatomy during surgery? That is insane. What that says to me is that Men have made sure they protect their junk, but to medical professionals (Females included) the clitoris ( the female pleasure and sense organ) can be routinely placed in harm’s way during common procedures like hysterectomies. Hmm…I learn something new every day.

via The Clitoris And The Body.

FAUX DIVERSE – Thank You Style & Grace for the spark


Growing up…I transitioned from an all black private school to an all white public school… My lips were too big and my curly “Ms. Frizzel”  hair (as they used to call it) was made fun of all because I actually had a top lip and my hair wasn’t like their long dull straight hair… Now…watching this I am most disturbed by the fact that the women making the video have zero idea that they are culturally appropriating the nuances of beauty that woman of color are taught to dislike about themselves. Until I grew to love who I am, I would straighten my hair and subdue my features… It’s almost like they are saying our beauty traits are a “style” or “fad” and really only attractive, cute, or unique when they rock them… Feel Free to post an opposing view… if you have one…I will counter whatever it is with sunless tanner and pictures of Bo Derek with cornrows…

Check out the article I got the videos from written by my friend Carla Thomas of STYLE & GRACE

White Girl Beauty Hacks I Want No Parts Of – Style and Grace.

Kendrick was sitting at the GRAMMYs like…


“Ok, soooo the awards are mine? It’s official? Let me drop this single on um right quick”
Poetry at it’s rawest, Kendrick pulled my heart out with this one.

Invisible Women


I’m just going to re-blog this right here…

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One of the biggest stories to captivate entertainment headlines this year has been the emergence of Lupita Nyong’o. Her Oscar winning performance as Patsey in 12 Years a Slave catapulted her to the forefront of the public eye. Once there, she has developed almost a second career as the Queen of the Red Carpet, appearing at film festivals looking flawless in stunning gowns that designers are falling over themselves to dress her in. This summer she landed the cover of People magazine’s 50 Most Beautiful issue. Her Oscar acceptance speech about what defines beauty sparked a wave of affirmation from women around the world who fight daily to be seen as attractive and desirable within themselves when bombarded constantly with a narrow standard of beauty. Lupita is the most recent black female star to explode into pop culture but obviously she isn’t the only one. From Michele Obama to Olivia…

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