Sometimes I feel like an outcast.

I don't like to drink, go to clubs, party, etc.

I do my own thing. Don't follow. Just do what feels right to me.

I like to be with family. And have no problem ditching my friends to kick it with my brothers.


Sometimes not fitting in sucks.

But then I remember how dope I am for not being the same.

For not talking the same, thinking the same, and being able to think on my own.


I am an outcast, I dont fit in, and I dont want to.

I like that I know me. I like that I do things for me. And I LOVE that I'm able to feel comfortable in every situation I choose to put myself in.

I live with no regrets because I think and do for me and my family!

This MUST be Shared

http://clutchmagonline.com/lifeculture/feature/a-paean-to-the-flyness/

Poor Pussy Management

*This made me laugh!!!

I Accept Rachel's Challenge

This is so beautiful to me...


Here's a link to see in a better view: http://www.cambio.com/shows/cambio-cares/rachel-s-challenge

The Man Who Thinks He Can

by Walter D. Wintle

If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win, but think you can't
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you've lost,
For out in the world we find
Success being with a fellow's will;
It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you're outclassed, you are:
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.

I wrote this poem while listening to "Four Women" by Nina Simone...It is heavily influenced by that song.


My skin is dark
My skin is smooth
It has few flaws
It is beautiful.

My lips are plump
My eyes are black
My face is not pretty
It is beautiful.

My hair is short
My hair is kinky
It is untamed
It is beautiful.

My stomach is round
My love handles are prevelant
It has stretch marks all over
It is beautiful.

I am not the traditional standeard of beauty
My stomach is not flat
My hair is not straight
My skin is not light
My hips are not wide
My butt is not big

I am not what I should be
I am just what I am
I am beautiful
I am lovely
I am gorgeous
I am unique
I am me!


--Angela

I really want to decorate my room. I have a about 3 posters and other little things adorning my walls, but I want a little more. I bought some letters to stick on my walls from the Dollar Tree and I decided that I was gonna use them to write out a poem on my closet door. But now I cant figure out what poem to do. I have three in mind (all by Langston Hughes of course. lol) Here they are:

1. Not What Was

By then the poetry is written
and the wild rose of the world
blooms to last so short a time
before its petals fall.
The air is music
and its melody a spiral
until it widens
beyond the tip of time
and so is lost
to poetry and the rose -


2. Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.


3. Youth

We have tomorrow
Bright before us
Like a flame.

Yesterday
A night-gone thing,
A sun-down name.

And dawn-today
Broad arch above the road we came.

We march!



Ugh. Such a difficult decision....

So I was cooking dinner and thinking about how excited I am that this semester is finally coming to a close, which in turn got me to thinking about Christmas and what I want.

Me being a single girl, I immediately thought I want a boy

Now, I've never really been one to want a boyfriend. But as I get older (I always feel so wierd saying that), I do want a "him"

I want a him in my life
A him to chill with
A him to talk to
A him to spend my nights with
A him to pass my days by
A him to talk to my friends about
A him to contemplate introducing to my parents
A him to think about
A him to yearn for
A him to have fun with
A him to be lazy and lay around with

Not just a boyfriend,
-or any boy

But a him
-someone special.

Hopefully Santa can fit him under my tree. =)

(lmao. I couldnt help but be cheesy)





*disclaimer: when I say him in this post, I dont mean the "him" that I've refered to in previous post. I mean a him whom I've yet to meet.

The Seducer

I’ve turned you on
Even from the couch
I’ve pushed your buttons
And you’re ready to entertain

Me, from across the room
You feed rainbow fantasies
Of the American Dream
Having a 4.5 folk

Family, twisting reality
Between seductive breaks
Of hedonistic indulgence
Hours we play this

Game, of me turning you on
And you teasing me
From across the room
Until I reach

For the remote



seen here : http://ainhd.blogspot.com/

For Freedom Not For Beauty

*Not sure if I'e posted this before..if i did, oh well.

By: Chrisette Michelle (yes, the singer)

There’s a beauty that lives so deep inside each of us.

There’s a fickle eye
that doesn’t believe anything it sees.

There’s a benefit in love that erases all doubt and believes good intentions.

There’s an ear that isn’t free enough to give the honest man the benefit of the doubt cluttered by lies not-mentioned.

Since when is creativity subject to criticism?

When is honesty subject to a jury of fears who wouldn’t believe rain if it fell, or sun if it shined?

Sometimes a flower grows when no one’s watching.

Sometimes a bird sings and no one hears.

There’s a meadow no one runs on and a cloud no one names.

And what would the sky be without the sun?

What would the earth be without its rose?

They’d still be the sky and the Earth.

So perhaps there is a peace in becoming.

Perhaps the meaning is in the experience and not the sight.

Maybe a flower grows because it suffocates under ground.

Whether or not she is always noticed, beauty must become.

She doesn’t look for an eye.
She doesn’t listen for a voice.
She just becomes,

For Freedom Not For Beauty

I Want....

This Coach clutch






...that is all.

I gotta get him out of my head




So this is the last time I'll mention him, until we meet




IF we meet