Friday, May 29, 2015

Weeds

I guess this post is about Marijuana. Mary  Jane. Greenery. Kush. Loud. Bud. That awesome series on Netflix.

Medical marijuana just became legal in my state which was a big topic amongst the kids at my school. Half of the student body I'm sure smokes weed for recreational purposes, so I doubt the legalizing of pot was anything to celebrate. Perhaps having it [medically] distributed in the state will just allow people my age to get it easier. 

I believe we taboo too many things in this country. Marijuana is one of them. With the teen pregnancy rates and alcohol consumption amongst teens rates gradually increasing annually, one should know by know that the worst way to prevent something from happening is to say not to do it. Well there's that and harming someone. Beating someone to keep them from doing something is the stupidest thing you can do. All it does is instill fear into that person. But that fear is for the aggressor; the asshole who likes beating others. Unfortunately that practice is very common with foreign parents, I would know.

Maybe curiosity did kill that one cat we all seem to know about when that quote is referenced. You know what I'm talking about. 

Curiosity is most likely behind the random dead girl in the woods late at night. Curiosity is the reason you find sixth graders blowing boys instead of the candles on their birthday cakes. Curiosity is always peaked when the mind discovers something it shouldn't have. Curiosity killed that cat, and caused that sixteen year old girl to have a baby boy. But curiosity is only to be partially blamed.

In my eyes, it's all about your morals and what you are taught to value. Or possibly what you as an individual, grow to value. Parents, thinking that they are protecting their children prohibit certain images and matters from being seen or heard of. I get it. I don't think I'd want my eight year old watching Freddy Kruger horror films either. But I think many parents screw up around that area because kids turn out to be oblivious and very curious. I've never believed that telling your kid, "don't have sex or you'll never be welcomed in my house" is a good idea. If you're ever going to tell someone to do or not to do something, you'd better make sure it is followed by a reason or explanation. Many adults can't put their ego aside long enough to do that. So many adults play the "what I say goes" and "I'm the adult" cards. 

I figure that if a child is taught early on that the post office isn't a jungle gym and to sit the fuck down when the time calls, they will be fine. If an eleven year old knows that real women don't wake up with $300 worth of makeup on their face, they will be fine. If children aren't   surrounded by images of sex symbols and Kate Moss magazine photo shoots, they're perception of what real women look like won't be so off base. If a preteen learns that having sex is the most intimate way to connect with someone you really really like, maybe he/she will be more reluctant to spread open their legs. 

I'm only a teenager, yet those concepts are no brainers for me. You never let fifteen years pass by and say to your kid, "are you ready to learn about your penis?" You just don't do that, I think. Communication is key for a reason. It's the only way to get to the next door. 

In terms of, marijuana the rules still apply. Let's say you're a parent who is against smoking weed or anything for that matter. You express what you think about marijuana, why you struggle to accept it, and let your kid know that once they're off living elsewhere and financially supporting them self, they should experiment with it. You tell them about how crucial it is to let your brain develop while they're young. You speak honestly. And if your child is intellectually mature, tell them about the time you tried smoking when you were young and what went wrong. Because we all know that most people from the 70s and 80s have smoked at least one substance at a very early age. There's no need to flex.

I happen to find it a little bizarre that weed is bastardized when the drug education is taught in school - or at least in mine. I'm no pothead, but even I know that marijuana has many useful properties. Why else would the government medically prescribe it? It's somewhat hypocritical that educators are told to teach us that smoking weed will permanently damage your body and brain, yet clinics are preparing to have it medically distributed. What kind of sense is that? It's the goofiest shit ever. 

I guess if I were to teach kids about drugs, I'd tell them what true drugs are. Crystal meth, bath salts, PCP, heroin, any  of that synthetic laboratory bullshit that people turn to out of desperation - those are the drugs. Marijuana comes from a the hemp plant. A plant whose seeds are rich in protein and other nutrients. Compared to everything out there, weed isn't going to kill someone. With weed, moderation is all you need. 

SONG OF THE DAY: The Pot Smoker's Song

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Why Can Beyonce Do It?

If you know me, I think you would know that I'm not very into social media. From the get-go I noticed it was just a place for people to reinvent themselves. It's a place to romanticize yourself through the use of meaningless irrelevant statuses and angled filtered photos. It's bullshit, accepted, and unlike sense in this country, it's common.

Anyway after encouragement and a few suggestions I started using Facebook and my old instagram. One day I was on  Facebook scrolling through my news feed which happened to be overflowing with pictures of Beyonce at the Met Gala this year.


I found it disturbingly interesting that a woman can attend a public event viewed world-wide by millions of people with 30% of her body covered and receive responses like:

"DID YA’LL SEE THIS BITCH OH MY GOD"
"BITCH YOU MADE ME STOP EATING DINNER SO I COULD DROP TO THE GROUND"
"FLAWLESS"
"We are not worthy of such an icon!!!" - Access Hollywood.
"#Goals"
"so much slayage it’s disgusting"
"she is so disrespectful for that shit - like you don’t go around destroying lives with your looks like that"
"Sorry Kim Kardashian, Imma let you finish, but Beyonce had the best sheer dress of the Met gala…"
"She’s definitely my met ball best dressed. I mean this dress is perfect for her, she literally looks like a queen of goddesses. She is nearly naked yet covered in golden jewels. She looks so radiant and beautiful, and I am so in love with this dress."

Don't get me wrong, it's always a wonderful thing to be so content with your body that you can care less about how others will perceive it. With that being said, anyone should be able to do exactly what Beyonce did and receive the same response. And if you disagree with that idea, ask yourself why. Why are celebrities or people with money and names known by everyone permitted such freedoms? Why is Justin Bieber able to pay his way out of going 60 mph in a 30 mph residential area all the while driving after consuming marijuana, alcohol, and prescription medicine? Why is shit like that deemed acceptable because he donated $50,000 to a youth charity? What fucking lesson do you learn if you pay your way out of your shit?


It's so hypocritical to encourage people to appreciate and adore their bodies then set a standard of what specific people are or aren't allowed to wear. 


Kylie Jenner gets praised and worshiped after posting a picture in a bikini, which is absolutely no different from posting a picture in your undies + bra. Normal everyday teens who are her age are socially crucified for doing that shit. And it's wrong, it's very fucked up. 

People literally go to the extreme of harming themselves after having their physical image attacked and analyzed. It's so pathetic that kids aren't taught while their young and continuously not to create people. Instead kids are shown how to romanticize materials and physical features they will never have. One of the first things people should learn before they're exposed to the world is how to love themselves. 

I have nothing against celebrities as they are only people I do not know. But I believe in equity and equality for all. Even if that makes me sound like a campaign slogan for Obama. 

Thursday, March 19, 2015

OMG, WHAT TO WEAR

Earlier I was watching the Real Housewives of Atlanta - or maybe it's Georgia? I don't know but I couldn't finish it because of the personalities and staged drama. There was one comment in particular that was made by Phaedra in regards to one of the other "real" housewives: she had her arms swinging like she was she was from the south side. WHY ARE YOU STEREOTYPING YOUR OWN PEOPLE. SHE LITERALLY SAID THAT BLACK GIRL was acting "GHETTO" or "HOOD" (it's all the same honestly). If someone of a different color called someone hood or said they were acting like they were from the south side, ALMOST EVERY BLACK PERSON WOULD BE OFFENDED.

JESUS. EFFING. CHRIST.

Later today, I'm scrolling through the stupidity on Facebook and I see this article "24 Things Women Should Never Wear After Age 30". Its statements likes this one that make me question humanity. What the fuck. Where are people getting the idea that they're opinion on what others are wearing is relevant or needed? Even if you're the darn Fashion Police, someone else's appearance is none of your business. 

I swear there is something wrong with every form of "reasoning" this person produces.

#24 - Graphic Tees

"You're what we call a 'grown-up' now. Please Dress like an adult please." 


    • Am I the only one who believes being a grown-up implies that you are capable and authorized to make your own decisions? Meaning how you represent and present yourself is up to you and only you? And what the hell does dress like an adult mean? I don't remember "adult" being a way to describe some's sense of style.
"Oh my gosh, Cindy your outfit is so cute - you look like an adult!"  No.

#23 - Bedazzled anything

"You're not 13, leave the rhinestones for a tween."


    • Who would have thought the rhinestones on someone else's shirt would bother someone so much?

#22 - Blue Eyeshadow

"Actually no one should ever wear blue eye shadow. With the exception of drag queens."


    • If something like blue eye shadow is a challenge for many people, then those who can overcome the challenge should be able to roam the streets proudly. Who are you to claim whether not something fits someone else. Sit the fuck down.

#21 - Victoria's Secret PINK

"PINK is targeted at teens and college girls. Wear your big girl panties please." 


    • This is just a really condescending cunt-like thing to say.
#19 Sparkly Pants 


    • If it's cute, and you're cute, their perception on it is irrelevant.
#17 - Non-matching Socks

"By age 30, you should be able to keep better track of your socks."


    • What are you, the sock police? Who is ever that bothered by someone's socks. 

#16 - Hoop Earrings

"Only girls in high school can still pull off hoop earrings."


    • That's like saying only children can like to color. 

#12 - Short Dresses

"You don't have to bare it all to be sexy."


  • You're attempting to be sexy by showing skin? Why is that people are so critical of things that don't affect them specifically? If it does not represent you personally in a negative way, why is it something you must disagree with. 
#11 - Mini-skirts

"By this age, women should know it's always better to leave something to the imagination."


    • Fuck you for deciding what women should know.

#9 Crop Tops

"Even if you have a bangin' body, leave these "shirts" for the young folk."


    • Because young folk need to show off their bangin' body.

#8 - Cheap Bras

"Your breasts deserve proper support by this age."


    • It's the breast support police, ah that make sense now!
#1 - Scrunchies

"If you're old enough to do your own hair, you should not be wearing scrunchies."


    • Wait, a ponytail isn't a way to do your hair????

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Cross the line if you're scared to fall in love.

The V in Violence

It always amazes me when I hear about a fight or altercation and I observe the vast amount of people exclaiming that they would have done this and that.. It's truly amazing.

Personally, I don't do violence. Sure, there are personalities I've encountered that I've been repelled by. And yes, there are some people I sometimes dream of wiping the floor with but I specifically don't go to those places in my head for a reason. And when I do, it is always a very short visit.

People love watching others get their ass kicked - that is a fact and not an ideal because I've heard it, and I've seen it. Whenever there is a fight in my school, people jump up like fucking monkeys and shout "World star!" repeatedly. They record it, and they laugh because it's always funny until someone gets hurt - then it's hilarious.

Well, if you're black or a starving child in Africa it's politically incorrect and JUSTICE MUST BE SERVED.

Give me a break.

But girls can rip each other's weave from their heads and guys can be jumped by a gang and it's cool. A while ago we watched a video in class about the South African Apartheid. In the video, these native Africans beat the pulp out of this white guy walking down the street. Almost every kid cheered the fighting on, totally entertained by the clip. Then we watched a video of white South Africans shooting at native South Africans in one of the "ghettos". And I swear the entire energy of the classroom changed. Everyone was saying how awful it was, that the white people were wrong for doing that and it gave me a headache.

I 100% agree that the apartheid was fucked up. I think depriving people from their own rights as a soul and a spirit that needs to cultivate is a fucked up as beating the hell out of someone because their skin looks just like the skin of those who broke you down. It's all fucked up.

Listening to people go on about how they would have "sent that bitch to the hospital if she put her hands on me" literally makes me want to admit myself into some mental institution because that kind of "logic" is crazy. And I'm more likely to be called crazy for not supporting violence with violence. Excuse me for thinking it's ridiculous to burn shops down and blow up cars because police officers killed a man who was innocent in your eyes. I mean just ask yourself how dumb you have to be to cause chaos to stop chaos. Please, go sit the fuck down.

The Mike Brown and Eric Garner situations are messed up. But we don't know enough to decide who's really innocent and who is guilty. I there is footage of Mike Brown stealing and assaulting the store clerk, then he is guilty of something. If the reports say the police officer shot the guy, then he too is guilty of something. Take away the colors and the perpetuated animosity blacks have for whites and you've got this:

A young man along with a friend steals from a convenient store and assaults the store clerk when he is confronted. Later that day a police officer gets into an altercation with the young man and the young man is killed.

Who is most responsible for the way things turned out that day?

Is karma really a bitch?

SONG FOR TODAY: Wednesday Night Interlude - Drake, PARTYNEXTDOOR


Sunday, March 15, 2015

Why Are You Angry? (P)

Why are you angry? Your skin envelopes your arms the way our very grass hugs broken trees.
We stem from the same formed soul.

Yes my eyes sparkle a little more than yours, and my hair may be finer but that will never be the battle to fight.

My patience has never been very thick, and it will always run thin for the adolescent mindset of the old and broken.

You paint your flag on the same skirt of my yard, but I am the enemy.
This imagined white supremacy supplies stamps for your child's food, yet I am your enemy.
My white looks ugly, because your black is beautiful, and I am the enemy though that message is your kid's breakfast.
Tell me why you're angry.


Poor me, yes poor me, can somebody pour me a cup of the same tea that fills your empty hating hole.

Plead black power and the university carries you.
Use black power and the job description will fit you.
Yell black power and the system will forgive you.
Whisper white supremacy and the system will kill you.


United we wish to stand, yet my color stands no chance in the same room as yours.
Black lives matter. Yes black lives matter, but my white will matter as long as my matter matters to somebody.
I should be angry.

My color might not please you, but pleased you must be to announce that. The world just has to know that you're uncomfortable because you're not secure.
You're insecure.
Your black can't crack because you're already swimming in pieces.
And my white can't fight for my rights as a human because the system wants me dead.
So why are you angry?
Tell me why you’re angry.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Choose Her Identity

The other day I went hunting for casual - but cute - dresses. I use to tell myself that I hated dresses, skirts, shorts, or just anything that revealed my legs which I also hated. But I bought this one red dress, adored it, and now all I want to do is walk around in dresses. Anyway, I went to the store with some friends and I could hardly find any casual dresses. My favorite kind of dresses are fit & flare. But I love a good fitted dress. In my head, my body isn't like GOD DAMN, so I prefer fitted clothes. I love skinny jeans, and tank tops although I dress like some conservative bitch who never misses a day of church. 
I found this dress that was pretty simple, and fitted. It literally hugged my body better than I can hug myself. And as I was staring at my reflection I felt so uncomfortable because I was seeing my body. I was seeing the "curvy-ness" (making up words because if Shakespeare can do it, I can to) that others have mentioned. I don't know how to explain it, but if you were to outline my figure, it widens around my hips then goes back to the slimness (if that's a word). It's almost similar to an hourglass figure except my top half isn't huge. Like I said, I see myself as this skinny little twig so it was kinda cool while it lasted.
I didn't end up buying the dress because of many reasons but the main one being I didn't want to accept that my body isn't the bland shapeless "thing" I picture it to be. For fifteen years, SO many people have called me "twig", "twig branch." "bones", "skeleton," and I mean my name might as well be skinny bitch for the amount of times I've been called one. And so of course since I never heard anything good about my physical appearance I just figured I'm some nothing but a skinny bitch. That's not even the frustrating part.
I actually believe the derogatory bullshit labels people have slumped me under. I can't even say one good thing about myself, yet ask me what I would like to change and I'll give you a list within two seconds. I'm seriously so hard on myself; i'm always beating myself up about not being "pretty enough" because my parents, my sisters, my brothers, cunts at school, have always built me up to believe that I'm worth nothing, I'm ugly as fuck, and I should never complain about anything because I'M A FUCKING SIZE TWO
And crap like that isn't easy to get over; I'll break myself before I fix myself because it's what I know. It's what comes to my head when I see myself. I don't see the pretty eyes people say I have. I don't see white teeth. I don't see my model figure. 
Bullshit is legit the hardest thing to climb over because it takes so long to realize that it's a pile that was never really there. I know that you'll only ever be what you perceive yourself to be. I know that I'm only as ugly as I think I am. And that's the most frustrating part. Knowing what it takes to find solace in who you are and what you look like, but not being to.
Especially because people who don't even matter to me are the reason that I think so poorly of myself. I mean, they've realllllly fucked me up inside and it boggles every crevasse in my mind that they're probably not aware of that. It literally kills me.
Never let someone else choose your identity - it is all you have.
SONG FOR TODAY: BLACK MAGIC WOMAN - SANTANA