(Tape)record(er)
My Archive; MYstory not his. A Black Woman claiming her place in history. Record my thoughts, Tape my passion and leave a record of my heart.
My Archive; MYstory not his. A Black Woman claiming her place in history. Record my thoughts, Tape my passion and leave a record of my heart.
:A agreement or settlement of a dispute that is reached by each side making a concessions.
Some things should not be compromised because something should not be disputes. So the question is should I be honest?
Girl her weave don’t blend
Ugh he hella fat
Dam she aint got no ass
And the list goes on. These are things we all think when judging other women. But she is happy, she has a man who loves her. He loves her with her cheap weave hair, stretch marks and he wants to marry her. He loves the way she laughs, the way she holds down the house, the way she smiles. So while you are walking around with $200 shoes and a weave to your ass, ask who really loves you?
I remember in high school the father of the girls killed in the 16th street Baptist church bombing in 1963, said something that made me think. He spoke about how he was angry for so long and one day he realized that anger and hate had consumed him. That the hate from the men who set the bomb was transferred to him when his daughter died. Yet one day he woke up, he realized that his life was more than anger and he had to let go.
I think about this every time I find myself really angry about something. Anger can make you want to give up or internalize the emotion. During these times I pray the most and remember the things that keep me grounded. Saturday and Sunday I was angry but it is MONDAY now and, today is a new day!