Black Girl In The City.

Break Me Down, Build Me Up.
November 27, 2009, 4:04 pm
Filed under: Reflections of a Black Girl

//Rise & Shine// Cee-Lo & Seed

The past few days have been pretty good. I was sick all last week, germs are on the bounty like crazy. To the extent that I was out-for-the-count sick. The kinda sick where you can’t do anything but lay there and listen to God whispering in your ear, quietly reminding you of your responsibility to man kind and those whom he has entrusted to be present in your life. All while zoned out in a medicine induced coma. What really sucked is that I had premium seats for the Hawks/Miami Game at Phillips that totally went to waste. I did shed a tear for real! The reality that landed me there hit hard and I took heed to the warning: working, stressing, not balancing the scales as much as I should be. We’re all guilty of that at some point in life, I suppose. Nevertheless, my center was waaaay off and sister-girl was in need of an intervention!

I go through this at least once a year, you know – the hole break me down and build me back up stronger thing. But this time around it was a little different, as each of these instances are since there is a different lesson to learn each time. I was so busy focusing on the instruction that I had been neglecting to stop and check in with the Head instructor. Let’s discontinue if you think I’m going in that direction. The one where I flip to some seriously religious plane while thumping a Bible thicker than my head. Nah, not the point and that’s not really my style. I just think that as individual partakers in humanity we all have a spiritual element present and alive in our lives. Good, evil, dormant, active…whatever. Things only become real when you acknowledge them and harness their power to work for and through you.

When I got back to work and back in the game, the first thing I told my boss was, “lesson learned.” “There’s really nothing you could of done about it,” she said. Then goes on to explain how people are just running around ramped and coughing everywhere. I laughed at the story, she had a point and I took it as it was. In the end I’m not certain she understood what I meant by “lesson learned”, though. Sure we could all use a little more sanitizer and coughing into the arm vs. sprinkling infected droplets into the atmosphere, but my real lesson said that the lessor we commune with the spiritual, the more we dance down the opposite end of the spectrum. May not even necessarily be toward the intent of evil but, more so just a steady drift farther away from the 360 degree person we all want to be. And then you get physically sick.

All of that to say that I’ve been spending a lot of time on myself since then, centering and setting the plan back in motion. A lot of good things are happening, I’m just keeping myself on a steady and wise pace. In the meantime I guess I’ve just got to remember that in the midst of all of this stuff in my now, strategy and balance trump lightening rocket speed.

-black girl.

What about that ‘Dirty Money’?
November 11, 2009, 11:17 pm
Filed under: Music is My Life | Tags: , , , , ,

Okay, so I’ve seen this video a few times and I have to admit that I like it! I am wondering what you guys are thinking about Diddy’s transition to doing more vocals vs. rapping. I respect him more so for his business saavy over the solo work and was never fully convinced with the rap stuff. Not to mention he looks so delicious doing it which makes it easy for me to disregard that fact.

So what do you think? Should Diddy rap, sing, both..or sit just down? Whether or not you wish the latter probably wouldn’t matter much anyway because its likely that he won’t stop. Uh huh, yea, lol. Oh, and shouts out to Kaleena! Believe it or not I’m still bumpin’ that “Break Yo Neck” demo you gave me back in the day.

-black girl.

Saul Williams tonight!
November 5, 2009, 9:26 am
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags:

Head over to the Loft on W. Peachtree Tonight  11/4/09.    Yes.

-black girl.

November 3, 2009, 1:16 pm
Filed under: Chapter Next, Legitimate Gripes


Music:  Girlicious // Liar, Liar

Time and time again, I am reminded why I should let certain people go whom I’ve thought to call ‘friend’. Then again, I am almost convinced that this may be one of my life-long karmic lessons, that you can’t call everyone friend regardless of how long the two of you have known each other. At least you can expect your enemies to tell you the truth when asked!

And ninjas lie like second nature even when they don’t have a reason to. To be honest, I thought he and I were past that…but how can you expect me to receive you differently when you keep bringing the same ish to the table? Like, really?

A brief time line:

I offer to take him out for his birthday.

He says, “Awe, Mom has a surprise party planned that I’m not supposed to know is a surprise.”

“Cool,” I say thinking that the offer was more so a cordial gesture to a friend of 16 plus years, and I really wanted to see “Paranormal Activity” anyway.

Low and behold the liar is spotted on a date…at the same movie, lolol.

Wow, really?

I could have cared less about the date, were are just friends…so why not say, “Oh, already got plans.” Gratuitous lies are insane to me!

That shyt is really baffling but suppose I can’t get mad when things are revealed as I’ve asked. But still, WHY? LIE? when you have no reason to? I realize that I have a bad habit of holding on to things or people for the sake of holding on to time and wanting to forgive, but taking people at face value is probably what I should be doing more of. So…it’s probably time to grow up and hand certain individuals the pink slip since its evident that they can’t be trusted. But really though, WTF? Someone please help me understand why men lie for no reason whatsoever. And before you go there, yes, women lie too…numbers don’t and all of that. But the topic here is men. Why do you lie? Is it fear? Insecurities? Certainly you can’t be overly concerned with the other person’s feelings because if that’s the case you wouldn’t do it to begin with. To be honest I find it offensive, disrespectful…like as women we are too weak to handle an insignificant truth. And if that is part of the reason let me be the first to tell you, “BULLSHYT.”

-black girl.