The New Renaissance Woman

This isn't really about other women but it'll be soon. There will indeed be a follow-up =)

One of the main reasons my blog is called "Soulfully.Lyrically.Xpressive" is because I express my soul through lyrics. Lyrics in my case would be poetry. I have a very expressive point of view. I love poetry, short stories, reading, shopping, old black movies, black art, fine arts....I just love the arts! That's me, it's what I do. Being in college I had to learn that it is a business. Not necessarily a place of higher learning even though I won't knock that fact. I came to college wanting to be a doctor because that's what I told my dying grandfather when I was younger. The more I grow up, the more my artistic side shows. It shows in the clothes that I wear, the type of things I like, the way I chose to decorate my dorm room for the upcoming semester, how I do my hair, etc. I can't escape from it. I LOVE IT! 

My all-time favorite period in history is the Harlem Renaissance. At that time black people were so original. They sang, danced, owned their own businesses, wrote....they were an inspiration to everything around us now. I'm deeply inspired from it. I love black cinema. My role model is Dorothy Dandridge. She was gorgeous, strong, knew what she wanted, and yes she had her share of problems, but who doesn't. I know about some old black movies that people my age haven't even heard of. I've made it my business to let my boyfriend know about my "world." Since I use my right mind all the time, I figure why not let my future rest on my loves. Most people would think any kind of major or career in the arts would not take you anywhere. I agree somewhat. I, for one, refuse to be a struggling artist. 

However, I decided that I may try a major within Textile and Apparel Management. I would have a dual major or Apparel Marketing and Merchandising/Apparel Production and Manufacturing. Sounds good to me. I get to share my love of fashion with the world. I'll also have two minors of art and business. I will be able to open my own business and design my own clothes. Art will always be my love before fashion which is why I'm going to try my damn best to get a degree in art as well. I may be reaching but this is what I do, this is what I love. I plan to publish a book of poetry one day as well as a novel. Think I can do it? I want to make a name for myself as the renaissance woman I claim to be. I can't wait to see what the future holds for me. As long as I have God I know that anything is possible. Wish me luck!!!

You Disgust Me Part 1

Today I realized that something really urked the hell out of me! Black judgmental, hatin' ass, attitude having, "if it ain't my way everybody else gotta suffer", etc  women! Its disgusting as hell growing up as a young black woman myself. So I'm going to present some problems that I have with it.

1) You need a perm

Excuse me bitch! Nobody asked you! If I plan to go "napptural" that's my damn business. Who are you to judge with what the fuck is going on with head? You can have your perm or weave and be happy it doesn't matter to but I'm going to do what I want to do. 

I am in the process of going natural myself and I love it. At this point, I'm thinking about maybe perming my hair again because I know how to care for it better since this is still new to me, but never in my life have I ever judged a woman for wearing her natural hair I think it's gorgeous!

2) Why that bitch ain't go no hair?

Why do I need any hair at all. Kanye West's alleged new girlfriend Amber Rose is absolutely gorgeous to me and she wears a very low fade and her hair is blonde. I've seen such comments about her such as "baldheaded ho" along with other things. Since when does having long hair make you the most beautiful woman in the world? It takes a woman with a lot of confidence to pull that off and she has indeed done so. Sounds like jealously to me!

3)Kanye dating a white girl

First of all you dumb bitches!! She is not white! She is half Italian and half Cape Verdean. Cape Verdea is an island off of Africa. She is half African! But you automatically assume that because she's fair skinned that she's white. Please get over yourself ladies. It's already been proven a fact that black people have a color complex, you really did just show your true colors.

4)All N****s ain't shit!

Let's bring it back to the term "dog". A bitch is nothing but a female dog, you mess with one and that's all you will be. So think about it for a hot second. Oh, and have you ever thought about the fact that maybe it isn't them but it's more than likely your ass? Don't worry, I'll wait. HA! Yeah, I thought so. Please do some self-evaluation on yourself before you're so quick to judge the next man that you date. I for one strongly believe that even the most messed up man can become something great. Instead of trying to be so critical of him, give him the support and love that he needs. But back to my original point check yourself first. Maybe you got something that makes his ass not want to be bothered with you at all. And quit dating the "same" person. That's common sense and truth be told you like drama that's why you keep going back.

I'm pretty sure that I got more to say but let's just say there will be a part 2 in the works.

Intro

She walks alone. She walks around her room pacing back and forth. Upset. Upset because she had more faith in him. Upset because she though she knew better for herself. She's crying. She's crying because all she want's are answers. She wants him to tell her why! Why would he do such a thing to her? All the pain and hurt that she's suffered. From him. And him. And him too. Will one ever be any different? Will one be the one that God predestined for her? She feels helpless. The only question that it's in her mind is "Will I ever fall in love? Or will I be alone forever?" Questions existing but only darkness surrounds her. 

He dribbles the ball up and down the court. Wondering why the hell he's there. He never was a really big fan of basketball. His heart is clinching in his chest. The more he dribbles the more he tries to take his mind off of her. He can't help how he feels. His friends call him soft. He says he's in love. He know he shouldn't love her. After the way she treats him. His mother warned him two years ago. He didn't listen. Now all he can do is wait.