Since 1837

I’ve always said that the only problem with HBCUs is that we don’t demand enough from our institutions or educators. That problem alone becomes a new one entirely and branches into many new ones.
I was up late last night scrolling through instagram and i stumbled upon a post. A guy I follow (currently a Masters student at Auburn University but a Graduate of Tuskegee University) posted about his experience at a recent Auburn University basketball game. He had noticed how the university had taken the time to bring in their new recruits; of which were all or predominately Black, so that they may “experience” Auburn. He also pointed out how they surrounded all of these young Black men with an entourage of (mostly) white girls and it ends “its hard to be relevant here unless you’re scoring touchdowns or sacking QBs”
I understand the concept of using the system that’s using you; why not take advantage of a free education? And he’s right. If you’re Black at a PWI you only receive any kind of praise (90% of the time) if you’re some kind of athlete…We only matter to these people when we can make them money.
So why not take our business elsewhere? Why aren’t our young athletes more enthusiastic about playing at HBCUs? Not to say that the only thing we are good at is sports, but for the ones who excel in those areas, I know plenty of athletes at these institutions going to school for free just like they would had they went to a PWI…where does the problem lie?
It doesn’t stop at athletics though.

We are still fighting tooth and nail to compete with these PWIs…why? I for one think we have more than proven that we are capable of excelling past our counterparts in more ways than one. Why do we still seek their approval? Wish to dwell in their shadows? Then there are some who would prefer to conform to their standards than build upon our own. These among us choose to belittle their own and for what?
It’s almost as though we are afraid of what could happen if we were to actually succeed. Like we have been tricked into “staying put”. But it doesn’t have to be that way. It was glorious once:
[In each town where a black college grew up its faculty and students were, with the preachers, viewed by the nearby residents with pride. They were the elite of their host town, city, or county among the “colored” citizenry.] We could still be glorious…

Black Livez Matter

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“Black Lives Matter was born as a social media response to this verdict, meant to interrupt a public narrative that criminalizes and devalues Black people’s lives in America. With support from techies, designers, artists and thousands of activists across the country, Black Lives Matter is now an online to offline political movement, affirming the humanity and resilience of Black communities.”

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Darren Wilson Wasn’t the First: A Short History of Killer Copz Let Off the Hook

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Protesters march through the streets of Ferguson. (Jamelle Bouie / Wikimedia Commons)

The U.S. has a long history of allowing police to walk free after vicious racist violence.

BY Flint Taylor

The pre-ordained failure of a biased local prosecutor to obtain an indictment against Darren Wilson should not surprise us. But the movement for justice for Michael Brown has brought widespread attention to the nationwide problem of systemic and racist police violence and highlighted the movement that has come together to battle against it.

The Ferguson grand jury’s decision not to indict Ferguson police officer Darren Wilson for the killing of African-American teenager Michael Brown is heartless but unsurprising. But it is important to place the case in context with the history of police violence investigations and prosecutions in high profile cases—and the systemic and racist police brutality that continues to plague the nation. In doing so, there are lessons…

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Sing It Back To Me


“As soon as I think I want somebody they show me why I don’t want nobody”

So this ties in to my last post of the 60 something days not accounted for. anywho so this guy on ig commented on one of my pics like “do you think i could get you number?” now if you know me and how i feel about things like this you know that (1) im trying to be more open minded with getting to meet guys (2) im extremely indecisive and (3) the most important factor in this situation, i am prone to a guilty conscious. So i was going to give him my number but i didn’t know how to go about doing it, i didnt wanna come off too weird; plus i was still texting someone else at the moment (which wasnt classified as ‘talking’ hell we hadn’t even been on a date) but me being me i still woulda felt bad about it. but the point is that i let time pass and eventually just didnt give him my number. but then later on i thought about it and i figured, he went to school here if he wanted my number that bad he coulda asked for it *which is what i told him last week when he finally asked me again*
but anywho, the dilemma in my brain is (well not really a dilemma but my pet-peeve which is being incited as we speak) is that this man did all that but isn’t acting on any of it…i suppose hes just busy but i get agitated quickly. ESPECIALLY with the no texting back, but you got time to post on social media and make videos on snapchat???
idk its kinda like the ball has just been dropped and im just sittin here like “im not about to take time to text or call first, im not the one who was interested he is.” *why should i have to take the initiative?* then im wondering like “dang was i boring or something?” but still homie could let somebody know or something…

but aside from that annoying little bit over the last 3 days i suppose the initial encounter was pleasant PLUS the day we were supposed to meet for the first time he texted me said he wanted to take me to lunch, even said he had found a vegetarian spot (but i was at community service and couldnt go) so he has some brownie points so far even if he sucks at texting *maybe this one will actually continue to exist*

Make It Feel Good

I’m pretty sure its been like 60 something days since i’ve wrote anything on here…mainly since i decided to delete my app to make room for my update on my phone *so excuse me for not being formal in this next part
so anywho, i guess thats like what 3 months and some change or something of tea you’ve missed out on . I wont provide all the details though. Partly because they’re not very interesting and also because it’s a little too much to type *of course i have the time to do so i just don’t feel like it*
so what should i write then? meh, idk…i guess i could start off with how im excited im finally done with undergrad! dec 12th im out this bih! straight pimp walkin across the stage cane and all. jk jk but i am excited to be done; scared as hell as to what imma do next with my life but still excited. whatever it is i know the universe has plans for me.
lets so…oh yea, ‘honey bun’ i dont remember where we last left off with those adventures but basically i don’t think those encounters exist anymore. he was a tad bit too weird anyway. texted me one night like “i wish you trusted me” in my head im sittin there like what??? and i reply “huh” hes like “you wouldnt even let me come over to hang out so i don’t see the point in asking if i can crash there” my face was (-___-) #seriously? but i for real hope he finds happiness out there in life
oh; my 22nd was gucci, had a hobo party got to set shizzz on fire in a trashcan my friends stole from the school
There was the stuff from homecoming but i won’t put that in here…just know: Shit Got Real

#6 They Lit Up The Room

i honestly just really like the picture; the words are nice too but the picture is key. i just wouldn’t mind tea, grilled cheese, and a nice conversation with a dude i fancied at the moment.

Spilled Thoughts


And there they sat.
Laughter filling the room.
Coffee slowly depleting from their cup.
Happiness was evident.

All they needed was an excuse.
Something to drink.
Something to eat.
Something to be together again.

Their arms each inked.
Displaying their courage.
Their choices.
Their past, painted on their skin.

She noticed his hands.
His relaxed hands as they rested on his cup.
How he carried his hands during conversation.
She liked that.

He noticed her hair.
The strands she tucked behind her ear.
Every time there was a pause….
She lifted her hand to brush it behind her ear once again.
He liked that.

She liked him.
He liked her.
And together,
They lit up the room.

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My Saturday Love (sidebar)

So I walked into work two black ladies look up at stare at me (so I just walk past) two Hispanic ladies in the back look up and smile and say hello (so I speak)
Anywho after i clocked in lady that’s over us now called my name then she says to me “do you only work on the weekends now?” I looked at her like she was crazy (because I’ve been only working on the weekends for about a month now; something which everyone else who make schedules knows) and then I replied yes. It was at this moment when she said “I wish I had know that; I had you scheduled to work Tuesday and Thursday, you didn’t show up we thought you quit” so I says to her; “you people don’t call to confirm stuff like that?” And she says “no. That’s not my job”
….still looking at her crazy I say nothing, just a head nod before I walk away. I mean seriously? I coulda been in the hospital sick or something and you wasn’t gonna check on me?
Smh at least McDonald’s cared enough about us to make calls….