¡pWrite…Life Adjustments

Clarity –“the quality of being clear in particular, the quality of coherence and intelligible” has fallen upon me…When I took this leap of faith and resigned from my job the only thing I had really figured out at that point was that I no longer wanted to work at my current place of employment.  Now that I’ve been out of work for just short of two months–I think the moment of clarity has finally hit.  Sometimes I need to “sit and wait” to figure things out–I think I had a lot of emotional healing that I needed to complete…some grief I had to experience…some frustration and of course more faith and patience.  I can now with a sound mind (not that it was not sound before) and conviction I have figured out the direction that I want to take my life in–as a graduate student.

School is amazing–I love to learn and realistically I would like to be able to not be stressed out because I’m working and going to school full time.  Not really how I want things to swing–so I think the best option for me at this point is to head down the path of an internship, something I never even considered in undergraduate school.  I would love to have a paid internship but if that is not plausible and I can find a part time or even temporary job then the internship not being paid would be fine.  So I’m now on a mission to find an internship–ironically one that is not in the legal field.  I think it’s time to further diversify myself and the best way I can think to do that is by branching out into other fields of my interest.  Who wants to have just a J.O.B? Not me–and being a paralegal is not my ultimate career goal.  It is but a mere stepping stone in getting to where I’ve dreamed to be since the age of three years old.

I can’t believe it’s been a month since I last posted and I’m actually ashamed of myself.  I’ve got to be more disciplined in my writing. So I am not making this promise to myself to be more diligent in my writing.  Not that I am one to make excuses for behaviors or laziness I think in my not being certain of what I wanted to do next in life I was unable to be motivated.  However–I am now motivated! I’ve started planning for the next 6  months of my life–

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¡pWrite…twe12e

This weekend has been a very nice weekend. Despite the fact that I locked keys in my car and [thought] I lost my trustee iPhone…the night was not ruined…and actually when we thought things were a bust they got better because of an inappropriate mention of Kitty Litter…LOL Now as I sit hear sipping on country peach tea I’m excited for the beginning of a new week…I’m ready to tackle any challenge that comes my way…

I hope to get quite a bit done today including finally writing out my goals.

Peacheeee Celebration!!!

Welcome to the 10,000 hits celebration of Peach Pit Propaganda. With complete sincerity I would like to thanks each and every one of you for clicking your way to my blog! I wouldn’t be any where near close to this 10k mark if it were not for your avid support! I appreciate you very much and I hope you accept my gratitude and continue to visit.

If you’re a new reader I’d like to welcome you to Peach Pit Propaganda! For more information about me and this blog click here.

I love to write poetry and as a few others of you know I also enjoy to cook, scrapbook and sing [not in ranking order]…music lives in my soul and I think that poetry and song are intertwined…But as my blog is not solely dedicated to poetry so I’m proud to announce the new things to come [or change]!

As I attempt to broaden the horizon of P_Cu3ed you can now follow me on Twitter (very excited about a move toward poetic tweets). You can also expect a new category for one of my loves…

Peachee Plates

this will be my recipe segment! Every Tuesday – Starting March 15, 2011 you can enjoy a recipes from my creations. I love to cook and I do so with LOVE…if you’re ever hungry just stop by…

Peachie Ponders

will be revamped to include more structured “randomness” – this category will now include post concerning current events, possibly politics and definitely community service

pWrites

I hope to structure to be more journal like, in the sense that the write is a note to me…and the first 46 posts could very likely be a discussion of a journey through a 46-day season of changes

Peach Pit Poetry Pit Stop

As I am an avid writer you’ll see my participation in Jingle Poetry’s Monday Poetry Potluck, and Thursday Poet Rally but I’ll also be sharing normal sporadic poetry pieces with you all…

Peaches Passions

will be a new sub-category under Peach Pit Poetry Pit Stop ~ I was sorting/shredding/recycling some papers and I ran across all sorts of poems written on all kinds of random pieces of paper…so I’ve decided to post a love series poetry collection…

Sexy in my City too!

Last night me and my girls went out to see “Sex & the City 2” I mean seriously who didn’t go see it yesterday? Untrue Supposed Fans would have not gone to see the movie yesterday ***okay okay– that was a lil harsh but I don’t take it back*** Being that yesterday was a Thursday & SATC2 day we definitely put on our “Sexy in our City” dresses & heels and headed to the show right after work! I must say I loved it! Despite the review that I read in today, which i completely disagree with, while the movie didn’t depict our “normal expectation” of the younger Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda we wanted to see exactly where they are not where they’ve been…the article i read in the paper really just didn’t too well with me. I decided that the author must have been an ugly chick who wants to live her life like the women of SATC but since she cannot she has resorted to having a backlash of contempt for the film.  IMO it had all of the qualities and characteristics of what we always get from SATC…Our Girls, Fashion! (which foreal their outfits while having lunch after riding the camels where on point), night life (club scene), Gay love (hello did u see that wedding), and the on going nuances of Carrie and “Big” or should I say John Preston (doesn’t that name just say I have money? LOL)…anyhow I give it a two thumbs up!

This scene right here–I LOVED IT LOL hahaha Liza Minnelli

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S.E.R.I.C.E.A (8yr anniversary poem)

Looking back is like seeing
Pictures clearly, the looking
Glass doesn’t blur images but
Shows reality of the days before
8yrs ago when all was unknown
For 5 young black beauties
Waiting to discover all that DELTA
Had to uncover…
Through lessons of life, programs
Road trips aftersets & more
Through calls of double O double O—P
It was u & me, us becoming we
United through bonds unbreakable
By a line that no obstacle can ever
Take away our unshakable tenacity
To tenaciously be SERICEA 6-1 baby
We began as bare branches
six minus one that 8yrs in
The making has created
Blossoming of not merely Red & white,
But crimson and cream flowers
More beautiful than ever before seen
Not just in word but in meaning
And even so much more, my sisters
Forever we will always be bound through
Bonds tighter than paper, fiery as burning
Sand that last forever I’m proud of those
Ties u see with SERICEA forever I know I’ll
Always have my sisters together with me…

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Inside He Makes Me FEEL…

Inside I feel joy
Surrounded by love
Abound by hope
Destiny is determined
Not by me and victory
Comes through all adversity
So inside I feel love
Surrounded by joy
Abound by hope
I’ll never give up
Out of control
Giving from deep
Within my soul
Pouring mountains
Of affection all
Over you I just
Hope you see me
The same way I see u
Forever we could
Be I guess
We’ll both wait to
See what God
Says is our destiny
Because inside
He makes me feel
Like I wanna jump
Outta my skin
Inside he makes me feel
Like already I have
Been able to win
Already he makes
Me feel inside
The way I didn’t think
I’d ever feel again

Paint the White House BLACK? LOL NOT so much!

I received the text below in an email I think it’s profoundly written and wisely spoken…

When Are WE Going to Get Over It?
For much of the last forty years, ever since America “fixed” its race problem in the Civil Rights and Voting Rights Acts, we white people have been impatient with African Americans who continued to blame race for their difficulties. Often we have heard whites ask, “When are African Americans finally going to get over it?
Now I want to ask: “When are we White Americans going to get over our ridiculous obsession with skin color?
Recent reports that “Election Spurs Hundreds’ of Race Threats, Crimes” should frighten and infuriate every one of us. Having grown up in “Bombingham,” Alabama in the 1960s, I remember overhearing an avalanche of comments about what many white classmates and their parents wanted to do to John and Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King. Eventually, as you may recall, in all three cases, someone decided to do more than “talk the talk.”
Since our recent presidential election, to our eternal shame we are once again hearing the same reprehensible talk I remember from my boyhood.
We white people have controlled political life in the disunited colonies and United States for some 400 years on this continent. Conservative whites have been in power 28 of the last 40 years. Even during the eight Clinton years, conservatives in Congress blocked most of his agenda and pulled him to the right. Yet never in that period did I read any headlines suggesting that anyone was calling for the assassinations of presidents Nixon, Ford, Reagan, or either of the Bushes. Criticize them, yes. Call for their impeachment, perhaps.
But there were no bounties on their heads. And even when someone did try to kill Ronald Reagan, the perpetrator was non-political mental case who wanted merely to impress Jody Foster.
But elect a liberal who happens to be Black and we’re back in the sixties again. At this point in our history, we should be proud that we’ve proven what conservatives are always saying -that in America anything is possible, EVEN electing a black man as president. But instead we now hear that schoolchildren from Maine to California are talking about wanting to “assassinate Obama.”
Fighting the urge to throw up, I can only ask, “How long?” How long before we white people realize we can’t make our nation, much less the whole world, look like us? How long until we white people can -once and for all- get over this hell-conceived preoccupation with skin color? How long until we white people get over the demonic conviction that white skin makes us superior? How long before we white people get over our bitter resentments about being demoted to the status of equality with non-whites?
How long before we get over our expectations that we should be at the head of the line merely because of our white skin? How long until we white people end our silence and call out our peers when they share the latest racist jokes in the privacy of our white-only conversations?
I believe in free speech, but how long until we white people start making racist loudmouths as socially uncomfortable as we do flag burners? How long until we white people will stop insisting that blacks exercise personal responsibility, build strong families, educate themselves enough to edit the Harvard Law Review, and work hard enough to become President of the United States, only to threaten to assassinate them when they do?
How long before we starting “living out the true meaning” of our creeds, both civil and religious, that all men and women are created equal and that “red and yellow, black and white” all are precious in God’s sight?
Until this past November 4, I didn’t believe this country would ever elect an African American to the presidency. I still don’t believe I’ll live long enough to see us white people get over our racism problem. But here’s my three-point plan:
First, everyday that Barack Obama lives in the White House that Black Slaves Built I’m going to pray that God (and the Secret Service) will protect him and his family from us white people.
Second, I’m going to report to the FBI any white person I overhear saying, in seriousness or in jest, anything of a threatening nature about President Obama.
Third, I’m going to pray to live long enough to see America surprise the world once again, when white people can “in spirit and in truth” sing of our damnable color prejudice, “We HAVE overcome.”
Andrew Manis is author of Macon Black and White and serves on the steering committee of Macon’s Center for Racial understanding.
It will take a Village to protect our President!!!

A Change has COME

As I lay here singing in my head the only words that keep playing back are those of Sam Cooke…”It’s been a long, a long time coming and I know a change gon’ come…oh yes it will” I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the song or not but as Seal has remade it and it seems to be on Vh1 Soul every freakin day I keep singing it and singing it. I find the words to be so simple yet so profound…”it’s been too hard living, but I’m afraid to die, I don’t know what’s out there beyond the skies…it’s been a long, a long time coming but I know a change gon’ come…oh yes it will.” I mean it just sounds like life was so hard but in all reality each trial and tribulation only makes us stronger…maybe it makes us hear better, look harder, think smarter…I don’t really know but I feel the song…not to sound cliche or anything but I feel it in my “bones” LOL okay let me keep it serious…Before I reached the point that I am at in my life I thought change was never going to make it my way…well maybe not that harshly…I think I was denying the fact that a change needed to come. So I remained content instead of happy in an all around sense. When I relocated from one coast to the other it was like my CHANGE had seriously come! I couldn’t be happier about where I am now…there are things that are still changing but they are all changing for the better. Life is short don’t miss out on your CHANGE!

This song speak volumes to where we all stand in this country right now. As the song continues…he sings, “I go to my brother, and I say “brother, help me please” but he winds up knocking me…back down on my knees…there’s been times that I thought I couldn’t last for long, but now I think I’m able to carry own…” Man! It’s definitely been a long time coming a change has come in the greater since of the word…IDon’t sit idlely waiting for a change that you know you need but haven’t sought…President Elect Barack Obama has given this world hope and grabbed the Change he was looking for just as he set example we too can set example…Make HISTORY in your life today…because life is too short, don’t let it pass you by!

ASSumptions

“Wow that doesn’t taste healthy”
“You sure are pretty for a dark skin girl”
“Why do you have jolly ranchers in your hair that is soooo ghetto!”

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Okay that last one doesn’t quite fit but I just really wanted to post that pic…shabang!

One of these things is not like the other…but it does get me to thinking about our perceptions and how those perceptions translate into reality and what exactly all that means.
For example I work with youth and when I come across young black women with blue braids there’s a light bulb that goes off in my head and she is immediately pegged henceforth into to a category in my head I will call “hoodrattish”. Now the child may not indeed BE a hood rat she may just be displaying some temporary hoodrattish tendencies do to the influence of her surroundings. And im not pretending the term hoodrat is any way cohesive or indicative of that youths potential into becoming a valuable member of society or that it is not a semi-offensive term, but for lack of a better word I use it to define youth who display such tendencies of fluorescent hair etc.

So when do we start equating what a people do with who they are? Or rather when does an individual entity begin to have a substantial impact on the sum of its parts or the whole? For example who decided that healthy food had to taste like bird food? And why is soul food/good food equated with fat backs and high sodium. Who said dark skin was diametrically opposed to beauty, can you tell me who came up with that non sequitur?

I mean I guess we can trace all of this back to “the man” but I think to a certain extent it is simple human nature tinged with a little bit of bigotry. To a certain extent we all judge. We make assumptions about people based on their actions compared to the body of our past experiences. But when those judgments affect the way that we treat people or people treat us I think we have to start premeditating our actions and preparing our children to do the same. Particularly as black women I think it is important for us and our lineage to challenge the status quo.

But here is where it gets tricky. Do we modify our behavior to challenge that status quo? Must we be extra professional and bland to prove that we are capable and intelligent? Must dark skinned women stay suited, booted and fly every day to prove that we too can be hallmarks of beauty. Or lighten our skin to be able to compete in the market place? Do I have to be extra grammatically correct to prove that my race is not a marker of my intelligence. Doesn’t making an extra effort to do these things give some validity to the assumptions in the first place?

I think the process of untraining minds is a formidable task, one that I’m not sure I have the tools to undertake…but as the honorable LeVar Burton would say, don’t take my word for it, what do you think?

p.s. Speaking of the interesting names that we name our children LeVar an acceptable name? What about Treaunte, Mazda, Dejel, Ramajah, Kyroneka…etc. you get the point.

You can vote however you like

It’s been a long haul to the election…let me rephrase, it’s been a long haul to the most historical election, that I have every witnessed…well maybe that the united states has ever witnessed…I mean my ancestors built this country from their blood sweat and tears and back then I’m sure not many ever thought we’d see the day when a Black man would come this far and make it so close to becoming the President of the United States of America. I love change! Our nation would be blessed to have such an upstanding man become the President of this country. Barack Obama is poised, has integrity and really cares about the people, unlike his beloved oponent. I support his agenda, what he stands for and the change is going to promote when he makes it into office. I joyfully await November 4th so I can go out and vote! This will be the first time in my life that I am voting outside of California as well and I am ecstatic about that as well…

The great thing about being an American citizen is that I can, and you can…VoTE however YOU LIKE! I’m not really big on making post about politics but this video clip…which is a spin of off T.I.’s “you can have whatever you like” inspired me…I wanted to share this with all of those willing to watch…these kids GO HARD!!!!!!

You can vote however you like

This woman’s worth

Do you ever wonder how much you’re worth?  What about that degree you worked so hard for…did it translate into cold hard cash, dollars in your hopefully not Wachovia or Washington Mutual very very safe bank account? Or did it amount to just being another piece of wasteful paper increasing the size of your environmental footprint.

On another note what about you, yourself as a commodity; do you ever wonder how you would translate into dollars and sense or I guess if we worked on a barter system would you be the diamonds or the dog leash? How long do you think you would sit on the shelf?  In these “harsh” economic times are black women like sub prime mortgages? Are we assets or a poor investment?

I cant help but feel as of late that black women particularly in California, a state known for its interracial dating and high number of mixed race people, are seen less and less as being desirable especially romantically and socially.  As I find myself in more social situations where African Americans do not constitute the majority I wonder if I am the Lisa Turtle in the room.  As much as we love our selves or proclaim we do I can’t help but feel like I, we, many black women are not considered a viable option.  Could it be our fierce dedication to “our” men, or the fear we instill as SBW(strong black women) that leaves us high and dry?

While I reluctantly am beginning to realize that black women are not the first round draft picks of the dating world, when it comes to corporate America or the boardroom, professionally how do we fare? Personally I feel that you are much more likely to see a black female CEO, manager, HNIC than you would see for example a black woman dating outside of her race.  Please correct me if I’m wrong, but whether that statistic is true or not, I think that perception, that black women are capable enough to run shit but do not make likely love interests, speaks volumes about our place on the desirability totem pole?

Do you find this horrifying….

Good thing we black women age well and we just like McDonalds hamburger patties will essentially look the same in 12 years…yeah take that, take that!

Ms. Tina makes it look easy…i’ll let ya’ll guess which one is older.

Whatever You Like

Anytime you want to pick up the telephone you
know that it ain’t nothin to drop a couple stacks on you
If you want it you can get it my dear
5 millions dollars homes drop the business i swear.
Yeah
I want yo body. I need yo body.
As long as you got me you won’t need nobody
You want it, i got it. Go get it, i’ll buy it
Tell them other broke niggas be quiet

-T.I Whatever You Like ©2008

I can’t lie I cant deny it I ❤ this song. Not in the Kanye West gold diggerian sense, or in the Karine Stevens I hope I can get insert >>famous name here<< to break me off and pay my rent and eat off writing books about him later kind of way. But I love it. I simply adore the fact T.I. can talk about being nice to a girl that he likes. He’s not talking about the smackin, hittin, shaking, or jiggling of her body parts. While the song is no monument to the multifaceted she ra warrior goddess child rearing pant wearing educated talented woman (girl power!), I am pleased to hear something from mainstream hip hip that can talk about treatin a woman nice. Takin her out to eat and not going dutch or likening treating to tricking if you know what I mean. T.I.’s rhymes celebrate allowing a woman to chose her meal sh*t even the continent she eats it in.

Yeah, I told y’all niggaz
about god damn takin’ them hoez to the Cheesecake Factory
Lettin’ them hoez order strawberry lemonade and popcorn shrimps
They ain’t goin’ do nuthin’
but try to take all your motherfuckin’ cheese! (Yeah!)
-Big Boi (Outkast) We Love Deez Hoez (c)2008

I sometimes lament the fact that I am living in a world where doing something nice for a woman you care about is considered a sign of weakness, and that showing submission to a woman in any form is viewed as a chink in a man’s manly armor. When showing a woman NO LOVE is considered acceptable and even preferable I cringe, and the probability of my being able to procreate plummets along with the DOW and Wachovia’s stocks.

So next on my list of things to Bring Back is cordiality, affection, and the visual embodiment of that affection in a free meal or something shiny. Until this proposed renaissance occurs I will just day dream about it. (sigh…I wish I was Zaria from parenthood…a girls gotta have dreams!)

Official Welcoming…

I’d like to take the opportunity to officially WELCOME my first guest author…She has already created two new post. Her second post is a must read. I must say that I personally would love to hear the melody of her poem. It was very well written and seeing that she cannot sing I’d love to be the one to sing it. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy her post this week–Please feel free to comment on any post that are up we’d love to hear from you and get some feed back on how the site is progressing towards change.