Empowering For The Future

(Edited; Originally set to post in 2017) Please keep in mind that this information is based on some facts and from experiences. Do not take anything as personal or as an attack on white people or white culture. Neither do I find myself superior to or discriminatory against the Caucasian race; prejudices and stereotypes may be shared. If you do not know or understand what these words mean (they are often confused with one another), please feel free to ask through comments or simply open another tab/look them up in the dictionary. Here is a message to my white friends: "There are a lot of things I must educate you on but feel as though it would not be worth it. You have made the focus and played victim for so long for issues that do not directly impact you but the fact is you are the problem. I will not keep my mouth shut and honestly, now that I have gone to college and about to receive my degree, I have learned many more things and experiences that I have yet to share w

I am a woman in her mid 20's. I have a profound love for the arts. Painting, dancing, live music, movies, you name it! I love life and the Creator of Life. I spend most of my mornings praying, studying the Bible, listening to Spontaneous worship music, cooking breakfast,  and teasing my dog that he can't eat "people food as I can." My afternoons are spent completing certifications online to improve my skills that I can apply to my business in organizational development and event coordination. In the evenings, I have meetings, cook dinner, and my love-hate relationship for exercise, especially running.  I have my family, friends, church family, roommates, and a dog who look forward to me arriving home and being safe... Yet, I am faced with a dilemma. Though these people care about me and my well-being, any of them nor I can change my skin color.  The fact that my skin is black in a society that disapproves of the darker skin race, along with continuous examples of ra

Is not human.     He is a depiction of who society wants him to be. Is not normal.     He is a fiction character out of books you read and movies you see. Is not at fault.     He simply does not have a price to pay, any flaws or mistakes. Is not real.      He's consequently the boss of his own life he takes and to himself, he gives. Is "not filled with emotions"       He's robotic like emojis and refuses to emote his emotions to mean what he says and feels. He is an Emotionless Man and he is less than the man you would want to be with. In today's society, men are taught that they cannot show or have emotions or feelings. If they do, they cannot display it; they "must be stronger than every other person in the world." They might not always verbalize this unsaid and conditioned rule but it is well known amongst the male species. They are not taught how to balance or manage their feelings but bury it under their masculinity. They "

It's a movement!!!! First off, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! With a new year, comes new responsibilities to self. One responsibility I promised myself to keep is to STOP PRiDE! Yes, small "I." This is a new movement, a new challenge that I think I am ready to accomplish and I hope to inspire you to join me! There's just one thing... how can you stop something that you may be blind to?!? OUCH! That hurt even as I typed it. Pride will have you completely blinded by YOU! You are and will stand in your own way without even realizing it. So let's tackle this together: what is Pride (and no, not the film). "Pride: a feeling or deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired." Most also know pride to be our ego. It is the thing that tells you that you are right and justified for feeling the way you feel about somethi

I had a dream about a woman. She was intriguing. She had on a long skirt, no bra, hair as natural as can be. As she walked closer, I can smell the strong aroma of patchouli... with a little hint of weed. A hippie... a black one at that! She had her guitar and rocked back and forth. The closer she got to me, the more I could see That this woman wasn't just a woman but this woman was me. She had scars on her body, up and down her arms and neck. Signs of pain she suffered and ounces of regret. She walked in confidence but something was not right. She slurred her vocabulary words and vowels as if they were tight. She wanted to be cool, she wanted to be hip, but all those things were natural for she was trying to fit in. When we finally got face to face, I saw she was in a dark place. The things she battled with, some not all her own. Soon the smile dissipates and the anger did set. "How was she this angry?" It could not be with me. My eyes did not prepare

Girrrrrl (or Boy), in August 2018, I traveled to Costa Rica ! I traveled with a couple of my classmates after our graduation and spent less than $1,500 on this trip!  To be honest, we had been discussing this trip for months since the beginning of our grad program but booked our adventure less than a month away! I apologize that this post is very vague but I let the pictures speak for themselves... Enjoy!!!   We stayed at a hot springs lodge by the Arenal volcano which is 3 hours from San Jose! This picture (above) was Day Two and the first day in months that the natives had seen the top of the volcano! We were so blessed to see it that morning for an hour or so! I had the experience of a lifetime by zip lining through the jungle!   (The best meal I've ever experienced in CR!) "Let's go to the square!" Next up, great scenery! The food there was amazing!!! Especially for breakfast and th