Thoughts of a Daydreamer

I wrote this post at 3AM while sitting in the bathtub this summer.  There are white people in America that will never admit there are racial injustices in this country. - They are the individuals that will say, the guy was a criminal or suggest that he shouldn't have reached for his wallet. - They are also the individuals that will argue that more whites have been killed by the police than blacks and it is not about race. - They will even tell you that they have been harassed by police before. - They will then tell you that kneeling is disrespectful to the men and women who fought for this country. - They will tell you that protesters are a bunch of ignorant POS that's tearing up the businesses of hardworking individuals. - And lastly, they will tell you, if you hate this country so much, why don't you just go. These people are your purist. They believe America and everything it stands for is great. They love capitalism and gun-toting. They love watching sports(as long as t

Dear White People,     I have questions. If the questions do not apply to you, I'm sure they apply to someone you know. Can you please help me understand something.  I'm so tired of SOME white folks creating so-called definitions or rewriting facts in order to fit their narrative. In my many attempts to make people understand my perspective, I have observed the following: 1. The same people who reply "All lives matter" to "Black Lives Matter" are the same folks that will say "Blue Lives Matter." So the problem is not with pointing out a specific group. The problem is you(they) do not want to acknowledge that in this country Black lives do not always matter. 2. The same people who claim that people are disrespecting the flag by kneeling are the same people who support or brandish the Blue Lives Matter Flag, which actually disrespects the flag. 3. The same people who claim their Christian beliefs are the reason they voted and continue to defend #45

This is a very personal journal entry that I decided to post because it is a different type of writing for me. I probably won't even post a link, so whoever sees it, sees it. So I awoke Saturday morning at my parents' house. I opened Facebook while still lying in bed to see a picture of my great aunt and uncle. My eyes scan the picture and I thought, "Oh, it must be Uncle Sherman's birthday." But as my eyes scanned up, I saw the letters R, I, and P. My eyes looked back down at the pic, to remind myself of who I had just seen in the pic and back up to read the caption from the beginning. My heart dropped. Although I hadn't spent much time with him, I was always fascinated by Uncle. I saw my MoMo, my mother's mother when I looked at him. But as I laid there in shock, my thoughts immediately went to my mother. I listened, but I didn't hear a sound. Too many times over the last few years, I've been alerted of the death of a family member by the sou

Of Course, I was daydreaming.... I was sitting in my bed last night reading when the thought of the misinterpretation of love kept invading my thoughts. So I opened Facebook and decided to write a post on my thoughts. When I reached the 3rd paragraph, I realized this was too much for a FB post. So my daydreaming thoughts have brought me back to blogging for a minute.  When my daydream manifested into words... Many of us get so caught up in that fuzzy feeling that we get when we are around that certain person. You know the feeling. When you start smiling when they walk in the room. Their touch sends chills through your body. You want nothing more than to be in their presence. You know the feeling, right?  Many of us call it "love". You throw the word around, back and forth because it makes both of you feel something when you say it and hear it back. But before I go any further, I have to say, Chile, that is NOT love, that's hormones. All those ooey gooey fee