FIGHT AGAINST AIDS. . .

Tragedies have come through the years but nothing has taken over as the HIV/AIDS epidemic. For every 1 person having sex at a given second, 1.8 lives are lost to HIV/AIDS. Are people even aware that AIDS stands for “Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome”? Do people know that a person can live years with the virus, but not have contracted AIDS? How is it possible that in this day and age one of the world’s top killers still does not get the adequate attention that it should?

How can people still live their lives in such disregard by not practicing safe sex? How can people put their lives as well as the lives of others on a balance by being promiscuous? Each and every one of us has either known a relative, friend, or acquaintance or even heard about a stranger who has lost their life to HIV/AIDS. I can speak first hand on how painful it is to watch someone lose their very existence. Come from a healthy, active person, to a frail child-like vessel without an ounce of strength to lift up their hand and eat: to wither away to a state of nothingness.

In a world overwhelmed with sex, there seems to be a discord between the euphoric feelings and sensations that lead people to being sexually active, and the heart wrenching deterioration of him/her that becomes an AIDS victim. I feel it is the responsibility of each and every one of us to know our status. And from there actively advocate for safe sex and awareness of HIV/AIDS. We talk about being the generation of change, why then can we not change the fate we are headed for, by becoming a part of the solution rather than the means for the cause!? World AIDS day is December 1st, and yes whilst not all of us believe in going out and standing up for a cause through community service, each can make a personal pledge to get tested, know their status and wrap it up! Elizabeth Taylor said, “It is bad enough people are dying of AIDS, but no one should die of ignorance.” So I challenge everyone, to be safer, to be wiser and to be an active member in this fight against AIDS.

What is this. . .

Lingering eye contact, hand holding, kisses on the cheek, tongue kissing, why is our world so consumed by sex. My friend and I were talking about how relationships seem to be the new fashion accessory, and everyone “is rocking” it. However, as we all know just because something is in fashion does not mean that EVERYONE should be trying it. I mean, we all know there are some people who have no business wearing low cut shirts, strapless clothes, and skinny jeans even are not for everyone, period. And this latest fashion accessory, “relationships” is not for everyone either. Sometimes, when it works its like those perfect pair of shoes that complete an outfit, HOWEVER, sometimes its like that awkward bright pink shirt that that manly dude should just not be wearing. It seems like somehow, someway people just decided to stop with standards and expectations and have straight up lost it.



Females have thrown away the aspect of class, and clearly some misunderstand the meaning of sexy and sassy. Every guy has become an option when we know that aint how it should be. There is no need to be an ignorant trick to get yours, and lately that is all I see. It seems like the sluttier and less educated the women are the more guys they attract, and sadly now that every other Jane has caught onto this, we see an influx of less smart slutty Jane infiltrating the scene. I mean, I am not sitting here saying don’t be a slut if that’s what you feel is in your spirit, but don’t do it to do it.


Then my dear black men. What is going on? Since when was a female meant to bend over backwards to impress you and you do not show no kind of appreciation. I am so sick of hearing, “COME SEE ME!” “WHEN YOU COMING TO KICK IT WITH ME” “WHEN ARE YOU….” Well let me just answer every question that begins with “when are you….” Ummmm NEVER! Did you miss the lesson when they told you your woman is your heart, your support, and you should treat her as you would want someone to treat your mother? The woman is meant to be chased period. I understand not every woman appreciates that but come on now, let her tell her that aint what she into…Don’t assume! Obviously, lots of y’all missed that lesson cause women are walking around bruised, battered and broken. That is simply NOT a good look. What happened to good old respect for each other, love and compassion, commitment and fun. A relationship is not a 9-5, it’s a support system that you chose to be a part of so don’t act like you got forced into it… I’m just saying…

In my mind...

Every once in a while, I believe we go through moments where we are forced to STOP, and see that each moment that we alive is a blessing; a gift. Those moments of clarity have you feeling so incredibly drained because the emotion is seeping through you from all angles gushing through your veins like an open wound. Consuming your every thought like a poisonous fume. Unrelenting. I just recently understood that, indeed, life is a series of moments and those moments turn into events, and once that moment has passed, there is no turning back and try get it back. So why do we exert so much energy trying to relive the moment that happened a moment ago, and why do we not realize we are losing this moment and letting it turn into a memory when we denied ourselves the option to live it. I have woken up to a newness, a new attitude to life, a person that is not in search of friendships but rather appreciates the true ones that she has. I am no longer feeling lost, nor am I feeling lonely, because I am not a single being, and I am not lost because through this journey I never walk alone. I can’t expect a change in the people that I let into my life If I do not take responsibility for the part that I am the one letting randoms into it. I am too wise to let people that I believe are my friends hold me back, I am too confident to let people try bring me down. I am on a mission, I can succeed, and the Lord knows I will because I have already accomplished, I have already achieved. I am tired of caring too much, and yet exhausted by my lack of emotion. I feel like a walking contradiction, a piece of jumbled art. I no longer want to want. I no longer have a desire to need, rather a drive to BECOME envelops me, and takes over my entire being. I am a vessel, and my purpose will be realized. I no longer care to just exist, I choose to live.