Friday, July 3, 2015

Why I Won't Be Celebrating Independence Day...

So, this post may be controversial for some…but fuck it, I’m posting it anyway.

I won’t be celebrating Independence Day this year.

Why?

Why the hell should I celebrate the independence of a nation that treats its citizens of the darker skin tone like second class citizens? Why should I celebrate a country that doesn’t give a damn about me? Why the HELL should I celebrate a country that thinks that it’s perfectly okay to allow a man to go into a church, MY church and kill people who look like me? Why should I wave around the American flag when it’s basically ILLEGAL to be Black? Why should I celebrate the freedom of a country when my own people are still enslaved? No, Blacks may not be wearing physical chains, but we’re still enslaved by racism, cultural appropriation, white supremacy, patriarchy, capitalism, and that goddamn confederate flag.

Why should I be proud to celebrate a country that tells me that my features, my hips, my curves, my lips, my thighs are only good enough when they’re on the body of another woman who isn’t as dark as me, hell who isn’t even Black at all (Looking at you Kim K)? Why should I be proud of a nation that tells me my braids, my curls, my natural hair, my headscarves, my durags are ‘unprofessional’, but yet those fuckers in fashion week can walk down a runway in braids and it’s ‘so edgy’? A designer can take MY durag and turn it into a ‘fashion statement’? Why should I hold up the American flag and sing the national anthem when everything I do, is unacceptable, ghetto, ratchet? But yet white people do the same shit and don’t get called half of the names we, Black people do.

Why should I be proud to live in America when people like Donald fucking Trump have the right to say that people from Mexico are drug dealers, rapists and criminals? Donald Trump, my sister-in-laws, my nieces, my cousins are descendents of Mexico…they’re not any of the things you said. Why should I celebrate a country that has allowed my people, my ancestors, my brothers, my sisters to be beaten, raped, killed in cold blood…and nothing is said except that it was somehow our fault or that we somehow deserved to die? Why the FUCK should I be proud of a country that tells me my music is more problematic than a person who kills me because my skin is dark?

Nope, fuck that shit; I am NOT celebrating Independence Day on Saturday…there’s nothing for me to celebrate. When congress makes it legal for me to be Black…then I’ll fly all the American flags, sing the national anthem, pledge allegiance to the flag all they want me to.
Until then, I ain’t doin that shit…nope. On Saturday, I’ll be looking good and eating good…not thinking about racist ass America.

Xx

The Dawning of a New Day (Old Post Revised)

So this is an post from my old blogger, the one I had before google took over. This account is actually my ORIGINAL blogger account. So the post was originally written New Year’s 2014, but I still like the post so, I edited it and I’m posting it here. I have to warn you now if you are NOT a person who likes to read LONG posts...this blog probably isn't for you. I'm a writer, I'm very passionate about my writing. I write what I think, what I feel, what inspires me. I wanna speak from this thought (Oh God I sound like a preacher! Haha) “The Dawning of a New Day”.

So, I'm a social media nut; I have Facebook, I have Twitter, I have Instagram, Tumblr and all that other crap. All through my timeline I see such inspiring posts from people about how they're gonna be this or that...okay cool. But here's the thing: you can't be ANY of those things you say you want to be, unless you learn to embrace who you are and where you are at the time. People want to say I'm washing away my past...no, WRONG mindset. If you want to turn over a new leaf the RIGHT way, you need to realize something: that EVERYTHING in your life, happened for a reason. I know it sounds stupid but EVERYTHING, right, wrong, good or bad that you experienced in your life-happened for a reason.  That's the one thing I've learned over the years, is that everything happens for a reason, and there's a purpose behind it. My life has changed so much over the last 2 years that I feel the need to share it with you guys.


Nothing too major happened, no sickness or anything. I just basically lived my life. I changed schools, I made new friends, lost friends, oh, and I got a job(praise Jesus!). In 2013 and 2014 I saw God's promises come into fruition in my life. The woman I am now, is NOTHING like the woman I was 3...maybe 5 years ago. I've learned to cherish each moment, appreciate the small things in life. Yeah there were some rough patches, but I lived through it! I survived, just like I always do. You did too; no matter what happened to you, you lived to tell the story. That is the thing that you need to take from the hell you went through. YOU MADE IT! Life is a journey, full of tests and storms that we as human beings all must face.

The fact that you were fortunate enough to see another new year means something. You could have still been out there, in your mess; but the fact that you're here, at this very juncture in life means something. Which brings me to the topic of this blog. When midnight of January 2015 hit, that was the dawning of a new day, a chance to start over a chance...YOUR second chance. 2015 can be anything you want it to be. HOWEVER, there are some things that you need or needed, to bring over from the past with you. Sit back for a moment and think about all of the bad stuff, the ugly parts of your life...now, what did you LEARN from it? That's right; you were supposed to LEARN from the bad stuff. For me, 2013 and 2014 were all about patience, learning when to speak and when not to and most of all...it was about family (Because MAN has my family been TESTED!)

I'm honest ya'll, I am about as honest as they come; my best friends playfully dubbed me as “the great oak”-because they say I give off MUCH shade. Nah, I just call it like I see it. But anywho, I'm honest, I'm opinionated and I will give you my opinion...even if it hurts your feelings, makes you cry, I usually don't care. That's just who I am; BUT, I've learned...that not everybody is ready for that kind of truth. I've also learned that sometimes, you can give a person the truth, but if they refuse to see or hear it, then there's really nothing you can do about it. The other major thing that I've had to learn to acquire is some P-A-T-I-E-N-C-E. Cause I-me, she, her (in my Tamar Braxton voice) has NONE! I'm quick, I like for things to happen instantaneously. When I set my mind to something and I'm doing my part, I look for it to happen like BOOM! ...But when that doesn't happen...well I tend to get a little bit disappointed.

The biggest tests I've had to face are school, and getting a job. So, I'm 24 and I've been out of school 6 years(as of May 20, 2015). Most people my age, have finished school, are living on their own, have a job, car, relationship, ect. Me, I'm not there yet. It disappoints me when I see so many of my former classmates and old acquaintances or people that I admired from afar in high school, doing all of the things I WISH I could be doing. But, People Plan and God Laughs. My school experience was, different than most people's. I graduated high school with high hopes and expectations. I had gotten into my dream school but...I had to defer my enrollment until the following spring. So, I did all of the necessary paper work, got my acceptance letter, got my financial aid packet...I got on the road went to Atlanta, got settled in my dorm did the first week of class, made a few friends...only to find out that my paperwork-NONE of it, paperwork, financial aid, could be found.

I was DEVASTATED; I had looked forward to this, this was my dream; and within a matter of minutes, it was taken away from me. I had to swallow my pride and come home. I had to hear the “That just shows you that you weren't ready to go off to school” and “You should've stayed at home” and “Now you can get a job and help your parents”. I became basically a former shell of myself. I became withdrawn, depressed, suicidal (again). I didn't come out of the house for months...then in March, I got a call saying that “a substantial amount of money has been found in order for you to complete the semester”. I was excited, happy elated, but my folks told me not to take the offer.

So, I attempted to get into school at Bishop State Community College in my hometown(the LAST place I wanted to be). Oddly enough it wouldn't be until the following fall that I would FINALLY be enrolled there. Flashforward to 2014 and I was still there! It bothered me, bugged me, it PISSESED me off to be there BUT...I'm learning to be patient about the whole situation because, I was technically junior and I didn't have ANY student loans. I learned a lot there (academic wise), I came across some BRILLIANT teachers(like Dr. Adrian C. Evans whom I just LOVE!). I also learned that each time I try and step out and do things MY way, God is like “nope, it's not time, you ain't ready yet”. It's annoying but, I'm learned to keep calm, because I knew that my turn is coming. It took me a while but, I FINALLY left Bishop State…yay! Now I still wanted to go to Atlanta and go to school because I was (am) ready to get the heck out of Mobile! But God placed me right where he wanted me to be-at the University of Mobile.

Let me tell you how God works:
UM, was NOT on my list of schools, but I had people tell me about this school so I was like ‘okay cool, lemme apply’. I did…2 days later, they were FLOODING my mailbox with information, like ‘Please Dee come to UM’. I got into UM with NO problems! At first, I was excited about being there, I really was. I absolutely LOVED UM…and then, I realized they had a problem-a race problem. Now, I’m Black…but I ended up at a PWI (Predominantly White Institution), I was the ONLY Black girl in a few of my classes, there were/are NO teachers of minority. Plus, UM is a conservative Christian school…but I’m not conservative; I have a very open mind when it comes to religion…yeah, that didn’t clash well. It was difficult, annoying…plus, the cost of going to UM is hella expensive; I got into debt (I legit cried when I got my student loans). I was ready to quit, to leave; in fact, I applied to Howard and talked to my advisors and teachers, who all completely understood where I was coming from. I was 24 and I was one of the few Black kids at this all White, conservative, republican Christian school. But then, after talking to my teachers, I realized, I had the power to change things at my school…and then I prayed about it and I decided to stay; I’m starting a Student Minority Organization on campus this semester and lots of people are interested in it.  Plus, I’m on track to graduate excuse me while I go shout for a second! Lol. If all goes according to plan, I’ll be walking across the stage next May.

The other thing I've struggled with, is my family. Now, I LOVE family, or at least the concept of what it should be. I, have a HUGE family, I'm talking on BOTH sides. My immediate family is rather large; mom, dad, 3 brothers, 2 sisters, 10 nieces and nephews, and a dog Lol. For the most part my family is blended; moms and pops both had kids before getting married and having me. I grew up in a home where there was no 'step' or 'half'; my folks just taught us that we're whole. The nieces and nephews thing is where it gets REALLY tricky. Technically, I only have 1 nephew, and 2 nieces; however, I count the other 7 as my nieces and nephews too (even though divorce and remarriage happened).

 I LOVE my family, I do from the bottom of my heart, but my family has been through some Sugar-Honey-Ice-Tea lemme tell you! My family has been tested, shaken, broken to its core. I used to hate my family, tried to imagine it a thousand different ways (and I still do sometimes). In fact, there's some family issues going on right now, but the thing I've learned, is that no matter how I'm feeling about certain things, my family is STILL going to be my family. I can be mad, pissed off, not speaking to certain people but, at the end of the day, that's STILL family, and I have to love them-no matter how much they piss me off, or I piss them off.

So, to end this blog, here's my encouraging word to you: you were given this opportunity to start over, this second chance to get it right, do that. GET IT RIGHT! Learn to embrace the challenges that you faced in the past, because if you lived through them, honey YOU ARE A CHAMPION! If you have issues with someone, fix them, make it right. If they choose not to forgive you, hey move the heck on! Look back on your past as a wiser, stronger, smarter person. Today, is July 3, 2015…it’s 3:30 in the morning where I am, you’re obviously alive and awake because you’re reading this. You still have a chance to make things right. Carpe Diem-sieze the day! It's a chance to start over, it's, the Dawning of a New Day.

I wish you nothing but peace, love,  prosperity, happiness, love, good fortune, but most of all, many, many blessings!

Shalom to you and yours,

Xx

A Little Welcome...

So I created a blogger account back in ’08 and I stopped using it; I made another one back in 2014 and, I’m guessing because Google took over blogger, my old account became obsolete. Anywho, I’m gonna try this blogger thing again.

So let's be formally (re)introduced shall we?

Hey everybody,

I’m Dee, not telling y’all my real name it's not necessary unless you know me personally. I’m 24, God willing I’ll be 25 in January. I live in the U.S. unfortunately, I’m from Alabama…I’m a girl, correction I’m a grown ass lady. Uh, what else…oh, I’m Black-I’ll never be ashamed of saying that. I’m in college, working on my bachelor’s degree in sociology (the story of how I ended up being 25 getting a bachelor’s degree is another story/blog). I’m a writer; I’ve been writing in a public space for about 4 years now. I am a Christian, wholeheartedly and unapologetically…but I’m not your average Christian though, we’ll have that conversation in another post. 
Um…I love this  show called Once Upon a Time; I kinda have an unhealthy obsession with one of the main characrters, Regina Mills; actually I have an unhealthy obsession with the actress who plays Regina-Lana Parrilla. I have friends, not many but the ones I have are pretty awesome. I’m a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a niece, a cousin,  a friend and so many other things. The point of this blog is for me to have a safe place to share my thoughts…and if I try writing every day, I’ll get better at it and maybe I’ll be able to tame my writing muse and finish a couple of WIPs (that’s Works In Progress) I’m working on. 
But yeah, that’s about it as far as getting to know me. You can expect random blogs about stuff, nothing too mundane like what I ate for breakfast and shit like that…oh yeah, I’m probably gonna say lots of swear words-maybe; if I offend you, I'm sorry? With all of the events surrounding race and racism in America, I’ll probably be doing a bunch of blogs related to things about Black people. So if you the subject makes you uncomfortable then…this isn’t the blog for you.

Feel free to follow me on social media:
Twitter: Dee_0191
Instagram: Dee_0191
Periscope: Dee_0191
Tumblr: TheworldaccordingtoDee
Wattpad: Dee_0191
Fanfiction:DocMcRegals (if you’re into fanfiction)
Snapchat: Dee_0191 (when I figure what the fuck to do! Lol)
YouTube: daviacarter91 (I post videos occasionally; I may start posting more videos one day, when I’m not so camera shy)

I hope you all enjoy my random ass blog!

Xx