Let's talk about Tekaski 69 ... just for a second ... I know, you want to click that back browser button as quickly as you came in here, but I think there's something of substance we can get out of this situation. And no I'm not crazy, I'm just moving in typical The Lady Writes … Continue reading Lessons from the Tale of Tekashi Telling
I’m lonely af. But don’t cry for me, Argentina, because I’m not talking about the staring out into the rain, plotting my existence kind of lonely. I’m talking about the kind of lonely where when I look around, there aren’t very many people orbiting my personal atmosphere. And given that I prefer my own company, … Continue reading Protecting my Peace Has me Lonely AF
Them: “You really like this song?” Me: “Yup!” Them: “WOW! I’m like really shocked." Me: "OK ..." And this conversation is how this week’s blog post began. Because there was I: minding my business listening to Meg the Stallion weave together catchy bars about having a wang dang doodle of a time in a local … Continue reading Why “Good Girls” LOVE “Ratchet” Music
This shit ain’t healthy or normal, y’all. And dealing with it, reconciling it mentally contributes to your hood PTSD.
That job, that man, your momma and your daddy, your pastor and the congregation, whatever the person or situation ... AIN'T GONE CHANGE, SIS!
Yeah, I said it. Because as I scrolled through my timeline this past weekend, all I saw was people doing the absolute most on this Profoundly app. For those who are as clueless as I was a few days ago, Profoundly is an app you can embed into your Facebook profile that allows your Facebook friends to … Continue reading Some of Y’all PROFOUNDLY P*SSY
I know, I know, you clicked on this blog to check on my mental health and to make sure I’m not high, right? But before you call the men in the white an with the straight jackets, hear me out for a few minutes ... please ... I promise, the discussion is at least worth … Continue reading Why Kodak Black is Important (Noooo, but For Real Though)
Nipsey Hussle died this weekend. The shit hurt my heart and I don’t even know that man ... and I’ve never been the type to get wrapped up in celebrity shit beyond the entertainment value. But this one hurt. We all watched as people gathered in the streets. We watched as the police arrested the … Continue reading R.I.P Nipsey Hussle: Conspiracy Theories and Black People
I’m fat. Maybe not fat af. But I definitely have to buy new jeans every few months because my thighs rubbing together thins the fabric. And I definitely make sure my bra sits far enough on my back to keep my back fat contained ... And I definitely have to push my boobs down to … Continue reading I’m a Fat Chick
This week’s lesson is less about what I learned about me this week … And more about what I learned about the world. You know, like a proverbial light bulb moment, only this light bulb was turned out a while ago. In fact, I wrote a whole blog about this light bulb moment last year, called … Continue reading My Struggle, My Identity, My Life is NOT FOR SALE!