empowering others and making people aware of wrongs



very very smart little girl.


The last few months I have been participating in MU’s annual Vagina Monologues.  Its been an empowering and wonderful experience.  I got to get to know lots of strong minded women around campus of all races, ages and background.

The Vagina Monologues is a play written by Eve Ensler.  The monologues are inspired by real women’s stories, thoughts and emotions.  The monologues range from happy and orgasmic, to sad and tragic events that have occurred.  The purpose is to raise awareness about Violence against women and ultimately to end all forms of violence towards women.

The Proceeds from Mu’s Vag Mons went to Truth North Shelter, the Lead institute and The national V day movement.

I had the best time participating in it, and I applaud all of my friends and everyone in general who went to see the show, volunteered at it, or donated their money for the cause.  I was in Short Skirt w/ Alison Gammon, Chelsea Drake, and Bridgit Bowden (all awesome women btw.)  Here are some pics i stole from A. Gammon.  enjoy

If you have never seen Vagina Monologues, put it down as a must-see! or buy the book.

Peace and Love


Dorothy Dandridge

Dorothy Dandridge was an American actress born in 1922 in Cleveland, Ohio. She rose to the top of her profession with her first starring role and became the first black woman to receive an Academy Award nomination for Best Actress.  Even being an admired and loved actress and singer she still faced racism.  She starred in movies such as Carmen Jones, Island in the Sun, and Malaga to name a few.


I love her movies, and old holly pictures of her. You can find pictures of her on my wall.  A beautiful tragedy.


Being the girl that I am, one of my favorite periods in history is the Harlem Renaissance.  Black ideas and voices were heard and spread quickly.  Black art, music, poetry, and political writings were at a forefront.  LOVE.


Harlem Renaissance


The Harlem renaissance took place around the 1920s to until sometimes in the 1930s.  With the rise of black publications, the prevalence of black writers increased.  These writers included Zora Neale Hurston, Nella Larsen, W.E.B. Dubois, and Langston Hughes.  During this time period, there was also an explosion of black art, music, plays and novels.




Yesterday we lost an icon.  An example of what Good Music should be and used to be.  Thank you for the many songs and movies we can relate and jam too.  RIP, you will never be forgotten.

This is the I am Woman anthem.  You can hit play and dance right about……NOW!



Just found this song.  School ’em stevie.


So we have all seen this movie a million times.  Its about discrimination and hatred within our race.  light vs. Dark.

Anyways the ending of this movie is pretty powerful.  We all need to wake up, see what is around us (good and bad).   Embrace the good and end the bad.  Not to mention I love Laurence Fishburne.

Movie is written and directed by Spike Lee


Some of the kids in Grade A will be performing these poems on february 10th.  They both some up my feelings and my passion.




BECAUSE we have forgotten our ancestors,

our children no longer give us honor.

BECAUSE we have lost the path our ancestors cleared

kneeling in perilous undergrowth,

our children cannot find their way.

BECAUSE we have banished the God of our ancestors,

our children cannot pray.

BECAUSE the old wails of our ancestors have faded beyond our hearing,

our children cannot hear us crying.

BECAUSE we have abandoned our wisdom of mothering and fathering,

our befuddled children give birth to children

they neither want nor understand.

BECAUSE we have forgotten how to love, the adversary is within our

gates, an holds us up to the mirror of the world shouting,

“Regard the loveless”

Therefore we pledge to bind ourselves to one another, to embrace our

lowliest, to keep company with our loneliest, to educate our illiterate,

to feed our starving, to clothe our ragged, to do all good things,

knowing that we are more than keepers of our brothers and sisters.

We ARE our brothers and sisters.

IN HONOR of those who toiled and implored God with golden tongues,

and in gratitude to the same God who brought us out of hopeless desolation, we

make this pledge.

——Maya Angelou


The Night is beautiful

So the faces of my people

The Stars are beautiful

So the eyes of my people

Beautiful, also, is the sun.

Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.

—-Langston Hughes


My 14 year old nephew’s name is Askia.  I love that he has the name of a once powerful and intelligent man.  This is for my AJ.  Happy Black History Month Day 2

Askia The Great

Askia Muhammad Toure (1493-1528), established the Askia dynasty of Songhai. Muhammad Toure continued Sonni Ali’s imperial expansion by seizing the important Saharan oases and conquering Mali itself. From there he went on to conquer the land of the Hausas.

The vastness of Askia Mohammed’s kingdom covered most of West Africa, larger than all of the European states of the era combined. With literally several thousand cultures under its control, Songhai ranked as one of the largest empires of the time.

In order to maintain his large empire Muhammad Toure further centralized the government by creating a large and elaborate bureaucracy. He was also the first to standardize weights, measures, and currency, causing culture throughout Songhai to homogenize. Muhammad Toure, a fervent Muslim, replaced traditional Songhai administrators with Muslims in order to “Islamicize” Songhai society.



In 2008, I was a senior in high school. At 17, I was too young to vote but old enough to understand. I decided to volunteer as a poll worker, so that I too could join in on this revolutionary election. It was a day I will cherish forever. People came out in droves to vote. When i say everyone assigned to vote in my building came to vote, I mean it! Everyone who registered to vote came out that day. We had first time voters both old and young. We had couples, mother and son, etc. People were so excited to vote and they shard their thoughts on the candidates.

But none of that matched up to this one moment: When i got done around 6 or 7pm, I went to grandma’s house to join her and my mother watch for the results. When the results finally came in and they announced that President Obama had won the election, My granny cried. Now this woman has helped raise me my entire life, and i’ve never seen her cry. She was so happy. She was born in the 1930s and racism was so prominent, I know she never thought she would actually live to see a black president. She grew up in Greenwood, Ms (mapquest it, its the DEEP south) and worked as a share cropper until she moved to St.louis in the 50s. This is a moment in my black history. Its so easy to look at the past and pretend it is irrelevant, and to say things are better now but we have living relatives who lived through it and for them it still matters. I love my Grandmama. That is the first moment I actually got to fill how it was during that time period.

Hats off to the Prez for allow my Grandma, and many others who never thought it possible for a black man to become president.

Happy Black History Month! Day 1

inauguration day 2009