Heyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know I didn't keep my promise. I haven't been blogging on a regular as promised on Easter. But what can I say? I've been busy replying to all of your messages. Everybody wants to be all up in my business. But it's cool and I'm loving all the attention.
What I decided to do is answer some of the questions you all have been asking me.
1) Yes, my husband and I are seperated and heading for divorce. But we are still cool and I couldn't ask for a better soon-to-be ex-husband. So far he's been awesome.
2) No, neither one of my books are about my life. If they were, I'd probably be in a Crazy House instead of on myspace and Twitter.
3) Yes, that is really President Obama with me in the picture. We had some really important business to discuss. Top secret though, so I can't tell you any more details.
AND FINALLY.....
4) I
DO NOT post nasty pics,
NOR DO I get freaky on my web cam. It's strictly for business and so that Grandma can speak to the kiddies.
Okay so now that I've made myself clear, I think it is important for you all to know that my birthday is right around the corner. Oh my Lord-I'm really about to be 32 years old.
A few days ago I connected with an old friend from high school. We used to belong to this unofficial club at school. Basically we were the minorities and felt that we needed to have a name. Yeah we got labeled as a gang from the outsiders. We did some really dumb stuff. If you know what a real gang is, there was nothing about us that identified with a real gang. But yeah I was a Tom Boy and beat up a few undeserving kids. Truthfully I was a "Bitch with a smile". We wore these stupid beaded necklaces to "Identify" us. Crazy thing is we all wore these beads, but denied being an organization. Not to mention, you could pretty much tell who we were by the different tones of our skin. But yup it was corney (do people still use that word?).
Now that I'm almost 32
, I realize that there was alot more to us. This was during the early to mid 90's. African American movies were at a rise, there was the Rodney King thing, The O.J. Simpson trial, not to mention drive by shootings were an everyday thing in major cities across the country. We dealt with alot of issues and supported each other. I remember when one of my "big brothers" was beaten in the head during a racial situation. I also often think about how these people I called family helped me through some really trying times. We were mostly minorities, but we did have our caucasians too. Our skin didn't matter. We were a group of kids, that were individually singled out for one reason or another.
When I think about the things that we did as a group, they were no different than any other group of teenagers. We were just "cool" (can I still use that word?). We had parties, hung out at events in town, and had our own table in the lunchroom. I'm sure some may have smoked weed, or drank alcohol, or whatever is considered to be "bad", but I can honestly say that I don't know that many of us even smoked cigarettes. Come to think of it, I remember one specific day I got a Marlboro from a friend who wasn't part of our group. I got cursed out by "my big brothers". I don't think I ever smoked again until I was about 18 or 19 years of age.
Most of the us in our group were inclined in SO many ways. We were all gifted. Unlike with alot of actual gang members, we all grew, matured, and became successful with our crafts. Those who weren't as talented as us went onto being loving spouses and parents. Everyone in life falls down sometimes. But we the original members of The B.R.C (so corney), were smart enough to graduate and pick ourselves up.
Why am I blogging this? It's because although I haven't heard from alot of "my brothers & sisters" until recently, the love and support is still there. Like I mentioned earlier, yes I am getting a divorce. This is probably the hardest thing I've ever gone through. Until this week I felt alone. I was nothing but a "big butt and a smile". The smile was fake, and my inside was empty. But thanks to my "Big Brother" Taco Loco (you know who you are), I am beginning to feel good about myself again. This past Thursday it was because of him that I read a poem at a slam. I've read at slams before, but this poem was written a few years ago. It hurt so badly to write it, that I never even read it again until that Thursday. Taco Loco was out with his friends at a club in another part of the country. He text me the whole time I was at the slam encouraging me to read. He even called me "a wuss"! He was able to move me, via cell phone. That's a friend, but more importantly that's my brother.
So I guess this is for former members of B.R.C., the people who judged us, and all my readers in general. There is a lesson to be learned from my blog tonight. But you've got to take what you want and apply it!