The BET Honors 2009

I gotta be real for a second...I did not get to watch the entire BET Honors, but I was humbled by the portion that I was able to watch.






I clearly have some personal battles to work through but it's time to put those issues to the side for a bit because...

IT'S BLACK HISTORY MONTH PEOPLE!

We need to take some extra time to look at our own accomplishments as well as those of our fellow counterparts. Big things happened this year and it's only February! I've been watching BET lately and it's making me feel good. I learned about people like Josephine Baker, Congressman James E. Clayburn and Judith Jamison.


Here I am pouting about the things I have trouble accomplishing and there are people; people a lot older than me who had it a lot harder than me and they are making things happen. I'm complaining it's hard trying to get an entry-level position when these present day heroes are vice-presidents becoming presidents, directors and founders transitioning into CEO's. I could go on and on and I don't even know how to express the pride I feel being labeled a black woman.


Being black and perservering and beating the odds is one of the ultimate reasons to strive to be better and to do better. To those reading (which is probably no one because I don't tell anyone about my blog lol) hold your head up high if you have overcome an obstacle today, or if you did yesterday or even if you plan to overcome one tomorrow.




Black is beautiful...black is power...black is WONDERFUL!

Angered and pissed and frustrated with a touch of aggresion

Thoughts are running through my head.

How can I tell my kids to go to college? To take school seriously. Where has my education gotten me? I see where it's gotten other people but what about me? No, I don't have kids or a mortgage but I'm 23 and educated...am I supposed to have these things? Everyone says its hard out there but I don't know one unemployed person that tells me it's hard.

Everyone is FUCKING employed. I know friends who have switched jobs three times.

WTF is going on?

I can't dig it.
I just can't.

I think about the jokes about people taking ten years to graduate and people wasting money on schools you see on TV and it's funny...they are better off than I am. A lot of them make decent salaries and have the means to provide for themselves.

Where did the "Syracuse degree" get me? Where did studying get me? Interning? Networking? Persevering? I got an answer for you: 61 Delaware Avenue...that's where it got me.

Home...

The same place I started once I was born. What progress have a made that is beneficial to me being an adult. What was the purpose of growing up and becoming an adult.

You know...the irony of all this is that I still sleep in my crib. It's converted into a bed now but I sleep in the first bed I ever had. I'm stuck in the same place except now...I actually understand that I'm screwed.