Jesus is my boyfriend...

After watching Whitney's funeral I am covered by the blood of God. I feel so at peace. I have so much faith. I am so grateful that I have finally found my way with the lord and my bond is stronger than ever. I seek him even through the tough times. I look to him for my job. I look to him to pray for people that don't even know Im praying for them. I seek the lord not only for the bad but for the good. He is so worthy to be praised and ever since I started my first job I have needed him more than ever. Melissa P told me a few weeks ago that Jesus has become my boyfriend and that is so true...he has. He loves me unconditionally, will never hurt me and always sees me through. He has given me the strength to cut a lot of negativity and hurt out of my life. He has blessed me in more ways than I know or can even remember. My spiritual journey with the lord is far from over. There's still a lot of work to be done. Im not perfect, I am still a sinner, and I am young. I also know I will never judge anyone for their discretions and I too hope not to be judged. But God has anointed me and covered me. My mom would always say something along the lines of "if Jesus came today where would you go? I used to resent her for this especially once when it came right before heading to a party but now I get it...God is not a joke...death is real, jesus is real and the uncertainty of life is real"


My spirituality has always been something I struggled with. Trying to do what I want as opposed to what God wanted for me had to end...I wasn't happy. I was drinking and partying yet waking up void of something. Now I wake up calling on the lord for prayer to get me through the day and reading my bible on the train looking for words of inspiration. Not saying Im a complete angel because Im not (Miami in a couple weeks lord knows what ratchetness may take place) but I am on a journey and all I see is the lord's light.

AMEN!

Black History Month: Being Black never been so cool after Soul Train

I was watching the news with my grandmother 2 days ago when I found out that Don Cornelius was suspected to have committed suicide. I don't know what hurt me more the fact that he was dead or the fact that he committed suicide. I think it was the suicide. How can a cultural icon be battling such detrimental demons that it would cause him to take his own life. I can only imagine the thoughts and the feelings of gloom and torment he was going through...but why? As I sit here watching "Soul Train: The hippest Trip in America"I am inspired, and I am proud. I am so amazed at the plight of Blacks. Cornelius was one of the first successful cultural icons before Obama and before Oprah; he singlehandedly changed the lives of generations and generations of blacks and  I am so disheartened by the faith of this GREAT GREAT MAN. One of my favorite past times is watching old 70s episodes of Soul Train; the fashion captivates me and the dancing is so amazing. I remember when I watched the episode of Soul Train last year when the Jackson 5, specifically Michael Jackson premiered his rendition of the Robot which blew my mind. Don Cornelius was a business mogul and a genius and I wish I could just scream from the roof tops to him that he was amazing and that his life is worth so much more than to take it. I am truly sad and he will me missed.

Black History Month: Life Upon the Shores

I am not Henry Louis Gates Jr. biggest fan (he's said a few questionable things about Obama that I did not approve of) nevertheless I am a huge fan of his efforts to explore the history of African Americans. When I received  "Life Upon the Shores" in the mail today  I was super excited. I cannot wait until I have time to tackle such an enormous book but I am excited because of the richness of its contents. 500 pages of the history of our people, my people. If I find anything interesting I will be sure to dish.

Black History Month: Food for Thought...Double Dutch and the Double Jeopardy

Growing up in the playgrounds of the inner-city, little black girls master the art of Double Dutch. According to the book Shifting: The Double Lives of Black Women in America by Charisse Jones, symbolically double dutch can be a metaphor for the struggle many black women face to keep their balance between race and gender."When all is said and done, women could win all the rights afforded to men, but African American women would still have to deal with being Black in a color-conscious society. "
Some say black women put their race before their gender because attaining the same rights as men is something that we can actually work towards attaining. However being black is something that cannot be constructed. Our color is a genetic makeup that can never go away and it is something we will always be judged by. For many black women, race supersedes gender. The problem that I see with this theory is that racial solidarity can sometimes be a hinderance to a women's dignity. For example, if a black man was making uncomfortable sexual advances in the work place towards a black woman yet she chooses not to say anything because of the consequences he will face; this woman is putting her race before her gender.
This post is literally food for thought in the name of black history month. The concept illustrated in this post is influenced by the book "Shifting" and should raise some questions in terms of the intersectionality of race and gender.

Finally Met Belle

This post is about 4 months old, but I was looking at my blog and realized how much I loved this book over the summer time. Literally lived by her words. This moment was one of my fave days in 2011, by far.