The bruises have faded, but the pain hasn’t. My heart is still broken. I can’t utter the words “I love you” because I got so sick and tired of hearing you say that as you hurt me. I trusted you with my soul and you all but sucked it out of me. Years have past, but the remnant soul that’s left is still shattered.
Wondering where I got the strength to leave….
I’m trying not to be the bitter, angry Black bitch that people think I should be. Fighting, tooth and nail, against the urges to say “FUCK Y’ALL”, cuz those feelings? Oh, trust…. They’re a-brewin’…but if I succumb to them, I’ll be just. like. you. Or maybe that’s what you wanted.
Nigga.
Guess I’ll continue to smile like everything’s ok. Hell, no one will even notice that tear track underneath the makeup.
Not screaming, not crying out. Just finally admitting that I’m vulnerable.
Finally admitting that I’m not ok…..
I’m not ok.
Hm…
When folks call me their “Favorite Zeta” (and it’s happened a LOT recently), I’m tempted to ask em “Well who was your favorite Zeta before I WAS one?” lol I’ll do it next time.
I’m a proud Zeta… :-) Happy Founders’ Day, SororZ!
Thank you to public school teachers. I know you don’t get paid like it, but you’re doing the most important work in America.
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Ian Brennan, one of writers/producers of Glee, accepting the best comedy Golden Globe. (via girlwithalessonplan)
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More than a timeframe (“Phirst Pham”), a marriage (“Coleman love”), or a geographical location(Indiana love)…understand now? It is crystal clear? Let’s HOPE so.
“There’s a Zeta in every girl…” :-)
But for the national welfare, it is urgent to realize that the minorities do think, and think about something other than the race problem.
—Soror Zora Neale Hurston
” Ever since I realized there was someone called a colored girl, or an evil woman, a bitch, or a nag, I’ve been trying not to be that, and leave bitterness in someone else’s cup.”
…but my nurturing tendencies go unnoticed, my assertiveness is still considered bitchiness and my nonchalant nature is mistaken for not caring. *sigh* I can’t win for losing.