Thursday, April 21, 2011

Give Me Something to Fight For


They keep telling me my generation is apathetic. 

Apparently we don't care about anything or anyone but our cell phones, FB pages, and Twitter accounts. 

"Back in my day, people talked to one another and worked things out. We didn't need all of this social media mess."

Oh really? I beg to differ.

50 years ago, my grandparents were revving up to fight for civil rights. 20-30 years ago, my mother was breaking the glass ceiling and my father was fighting to uphold Black pride.

What is left for my generation to fight for?

If I open my mouth and mention the fact that I still see serious racial problems among the Black community, everyone shakes their head quickly in agreement and inwardly labels me militant before changing the subject.

If I mention that as a woman I still encounter sexism on the job, I get smiled at and shooed away while being labeled a feminist.

What is left for my generation to fight for?

If I mention that Black women choosing to go natural, and Black women who prefer relaxers are constantly being shoved into boxes labeled "Afro-centric" and "Self-hating", I find myself being pushed into a box myself.

If I mention that as a Bible believing Christ follower, I do not agree with homosexuality, I find myself condemned as homophobic, and accused of judging.

What is left for my generation to fight for?

If I mention that as a student I find it nearly impossible to pay for my education and live in an economy like this, even though I know it's the only way to get a decent job, I get hushed up while tuition rates increase and financial aid disappears.

If as a young person, I cry out against all these things through the use of social media, it's called a fad.

And when I am too frustrated to say anything at all...I am called apathetic.

Give me something to fight for.

~Tiarra

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Black Boy Digital Essay

I love to read, I really do. This is a digital essay for an African American studies class I'm taking this semester. My first attempt at such a thing, and I'm very excited! *Hoping for an "A"* =o)



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avBWbOkBI5E


♥Tiarra

Black People Don't Sing Opera

Oh heck yes they do! I'd like to introduce one of my most fabulous friends, Dei Nikoi. Not only does she have a bangin' blog, she also has a bona fide solo opera recital scheduled for this Saturday! Mucho proud of her, and I will be screaming my head off in a most uncouth way during the recital...because that's what I do.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Uncontrollable Anger

I have anger issues.
I don’t know how else to say it.
Looking at the words make me feel strange, because kindness and generosity are such big parts of my personality, I hardly ever pay attention to this “little” one.  But I realized for the umpteenth time tonight that I am a woman of extreme emotions.
When I’m happy, I’m very happy.
When I’m hurt, I’m very hurt.
And when I’m angry…woe unto the creature that experiences my righteous wrath.
The situation tonight that provoked my anger had me so blinded, I didn’t even realize that I was yelling in public over the phone for all to hear. I really didn’t. All I knew was, someone had done me wrong and I had a right to let them know how I felt. And I expected everyone to agree that yes, I was right (I was). But then a loved one approached me and threw me a curveball I certainly didn’t see coming-

Thursday, March 3, 2011

"I Will Wait For You."



I found this amazing Spoken Word video through one of my all-time besties. Her blog puts mine to shame, check her out at WhileMyHeelsAreHigh!


This poem is some powerful, powerful stuff. Enjoy!

That’s My JAM!



Wanted to do something a little different. Have you ever met someone who has a song for EVERYTHING? Every one of my sisters has this habit, me included. Riding in the car with us can be super annoying unless you plan to join us in belting out our favorite tunes. Wanted to share some of the ones that take me in EVERY time. Enjoy!