It's so hard/
to say goodbye
to yesterday
Sure I sound like a whiny kid- but damn- did y'all all have to leave at once?
After one semester of meeting some of the most beautiful,not entirely grounded, intelligent, thoughtful, women centered individuals-y'all are just gonna get up and fuckin go?
What the fuck!!
I feel like a kid who came to the playground, having all the fun i could muster up- then 5 minutes later y'alls momma called you to come home. I'm sitting there alone in my diaper in the sandbox, looking at the castles y'all built and wondering what i should do with them.
Okay so i suck at metaphors- but im just trying to tell y'all how i feel right now..
Fuck y'all with your mass exodus away from me. Baby, i'm a melodramatic selfish biyatch, you guys were MY friends. Y'all got some nerve leaving me on this campus with all these people...
I've only been here a semester. I'm just now starting to purge the misogyny out my system. Shit- i got here not even knowing what the word misogyny meant-I had to look it up after the first SisterFire i attended. I have only recently started reading Hill Collins and understanding all of this stuff that y'all learned waaaay before me. I'm new to this and I'm not a very good feminist, In fact I suck at it. But im still trying...
1 semester and I have learned so much. I hope it wasnt in vain- I hope I don't let y'all down. I promise I'll try not to let anyone step on your sand castles...
and ill take/with me the memories/
to bring back the sun after the raaaaain
ooooooohhhhhhhhh yeaah
It's so hard, to say goodbye
to yesterday
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man, never stop being a misogynist. i never will.
Lil Momma says--I do miss you in annnnndddd at the same time my passenger door feels at ease without all your door slamming and leaving small particles all over the floor, seats, cup holder, hell wherever there was a clean place for you to make dirty...
Angel says--I don't think I can begin to explain how greatful I am for you being in my life...We have been ultimately blessed to have a second chance (trying to disregard my first impression of you being all tipsy no drunk on the piano bench at my party) with our friendship that has only blossomed over the past few months.I am beginning to see that to really be fully in my reality is to acknowledge the truth in my reality as a COMPLETE whole...and the truth of the matter is that you are my ace (as Yaz would put it)and I wouldn't have it any other way...
"And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed."
-Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Much Love...Lil'Momma and McAngel
@entesoul-yes i was re-introduced to them by my friends this semester. Things were made a lot clearer. Bell hooks was the first i read- that was back in high school. When I worked at the library, i used to see thier books all the time and sometimes took them on break to read a few chapters. But it wasnt till i got to school that i was around people who made e want to read them more. I guess it was peer pressure-trying to keep up with them.
@summer m.-no fear, "Cuz I/ I be smackin my hoes/ I be smackin my hoooooes"-(bamboozled)
@Lil Momma- Thanks for your cooperation during this learning period. Thanks for the times I slammed your breaks for no reason. The mini trips to the Bart Station. I didn't know how to act but you sure did...
@Ms. Angel-
If you lookin' for me
I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop
'Cuz I'm a rida
I'm just a SOUL SURVIVOR
'Cuz er'body know
the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top 'for your ass get popped
If you a rida
Or just a SOUL SURVIVOR
honey, Imma need you to get it together, because clearly, you need to go find you some business. but in the meantime- i know you prolly be in SF tearin it up...
I miss you too girl
what happened to all the shoutouts? i go away for the weekend and damn! things be a changin! i'm glad though that you've got goodies with you in the a. and moreandmore to come.
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