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Just An Act

As she had her music playing loudly, she sang to the top of her lungs, while listening to her Glee soundtrack. She hit every note, singing and dancing along with them.

Katelyn Bowman is a Musical Theatre major at Lindenwood University in St. Charles, MO. However, her hometown is Louisville, Kentucky. She came to Missouri on an academic scholarship and decided to go to Lindenwood because it was one of the only schools in the Midwest that had musical theatre.

“I never think of myself as an icon. What is in other people's minds is not in my mind. I just do my thing,” she says as she quotes Audrey Hepburn.

Audrey Hepburn, is one of her favorite icons. Katelyn also enjoys learning Spanish, which she is teaching herself to become fluent.  She watches a lot of Spanish Novelas and listens to a lot of Spanish music. Her favorite Spanish singer was Selena.

“I take dance classes three days a week from Jazz to Ballet”, she says while she demonstrated a Ballet move.

The summer before coming to Lindenwood, Katelyn took part in a big role, Hair Spray the musical, as Little Inez.

“After I perform I have a lot of energy, however sometimes I am overwhelmed,” she says with hand gestures.

She then explained to me how she has to change up her appearance for the shows. “Now that I have really short hair there is not much to do with it so I have to use a lot of different wigs and hair accessories to fit the part,” She said as she pat her short brown fro. “I guess no one likes the natural,” she then joked.

She has participated in other plays at Lindenwood such as “Once upon a Mattress”, “Urine Town”, “One Act” and “A Christmas Carol”.

“I recently auditioned for The Muny in Forest Park, I’m anxious for the results,” she says sighing.

When she is not doing homework or at rehearsals, Katelyn is acting as a host for shows that she did not make the cut for, that way she can sit and enjoy the plays as well.

“I don’t know how she does it all” Her Roommate Jessica says, “She never has time for herself; it’s always work, rehearsal, and school”.

Katelyn gets up every morning for class at eight a.m. and is attending classes until four p.m. Then she’ll do Work and Learn, which is an on-campus job that helps pay for your tuition. After that it’s straight to rehearsal.

“She sings very loud when she is in the shower, the neighbor always knocks on our door asking if we could be quiet, “says Jessica playfully teasing Katelyn.

When asked about whether her parents are supportive or not, Katelyn told me that both are her parents are very supportive.

“My mom gets a little scared sometimes about me going to different auditions around St. Louis, with me being four hours away”, Katelyn says.

Her dad is oversees, in the military stationed in Europe. With the time zone being different, and her busy schedule, she has to find time to talk to him because she’s pretty much a daddy’s girl.

“I try to go home every holiday, to relax and just enjoy time with my family,” she says.

Her future plans are to move to a big city like New York after college, perform in Broadway shows, and get hopefully make it to television.

“Hopefully all of her hard work will pay off and we will she her on our televisions in the near future. I wish I was not so shy because I would love to perform in big shows like she does”, says Jessica.

“As for right now, I’m currently trying to find different jobs in St. Louis, while I focus on school” she says smiling.

A Princess Escapes Death

A prince escapes death from a witch after jumping down from a tower where his wife was last seen. Then he led her to his kingdom, where they were received and welcomed with great joy, and they lived happily ever after.

Rapunzel, the Prince’s wife, was allegedly held in the middle of the woods, and in a tower that had neither stairs nor doors.  She had beautiful long hair and whenever the witch wanted to get in and out the tower she would stand underneath.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel,

Let down your golden hair,” she reportedly said.

Rapunzel and the Prince agreed to get her down from the tower by building a ladder made from skein of silk for her to escape. They arranged that till the ladder was ready, he was to come to her every evening, because the witch was home during the day.  The witch knew nothing about their plan until Rapunzel told her.  “How is it, good mother that you are so much harder to pull up than the young Prince? He is always with me in a moment, Rapunzel reported.

According to authorities, the Witch seized Rapunzel’s hair then cut her plaits with scissors, than took her to a lonely deserted place, and left her to live in loneliness and misery. That same evening the Witch fastened the hair onto a hook on the window, and when the Prince came he climbed up to find the Witch evil eyes.

“You thought to find your lady love, but the pretty bird has flown
and its song is dumb; the cat caught it, and will scratch out your eyes too.
Rapunzel is lost to you forever -- you will never see her more” said the Witch according to the Prince.

According to the police report, the Prince was beside himself with the thought of his wife being murdered and jumped right down from the tower, and, though he escaped with his life, he fell on some thorns, that pierced his eyes out. For years he wandered around the woods blind and miserable, mourning the loss of his beloved wife until he wandered into the desert where he heard a voice that seemed familiar, and started walking towards it.

  Police reported recognizing him; Rapunzel fell into his arms and wept. Two of her tears touched his eyes, and in a moment they became clear again. The case is still being investigated.

Aspiring Musician on the Rise : JerMarco Britten

As the curtain close and the room is filled with applause, he smiles and thanks all in attendance before exit the stage to go mingle with the crowd.

 That’s the often reaction that follows after inspiring artist, JerMarco Britten, performs.

  Standing at 5'7, with brown eyes and wild hair, the 20 year-old,  St. Louis native is a part of the music group, MME (Musicals Masterminds Entertainment), which strives to show the different aspects of creativity as they are unique personality wise, religiously, and musically all in one.  

“I get nervous every single time I perform, even though I’ve been performing for years, “Britten says smiling. “However, when I start performing all of my nerves go away, and it’s like I’m in a different place, somewhere I belong”.

  Not that Britten is new to the craft, or that he doesn’t already have plenty of experience.

 At age 8, he began doing music. With his inspiration being his grandfather, a collector of old soul and R&B records, which he lived with while growing up.  Since then, he has attended sung in church choirs, the Honor’s Choir at Career Academy High School, and major in Business of Music and Music Technology at Loyola University in New Orleans.

He also received voice lessons at CHIPS where he worked for four years as a peer counselor teaching about health, sexuality, and wellness through theater.

“JerMarco is a sweet, humble, goofy, optimistic guy” Jasmine Blue, friend of Britten says. Music wise, “He is the definition of a true soul singer, from the heart through and through”.

  Like many aspiring artists, they come across struggles that make striving for success even more worth wild.

  “Becoming a musician anywhere can become hard. It isn’t just St. Louis, but I will say sometimes the lack of unity makes St. Louis a place where artists would rather escape” Britten states very reserved.

 Having to take off a year of school, for financial reasons and to work, Britten began on another project. Pushing his own project that he initiated called Sing for Free, Sell for Food. Which is a music album that was released in Sept. 2011, in hopes to help assist in his college funding.

“Sing for Free, Sell for food, is a music album I released that was made in hopes to help assist my college funding, “says Britten.

The summer of 2012, he will also be going on tour with a fellow musician named Julain Keaton apart of his “RISE” initiative which is music to raise awareness of the common and rare issues, African Americans face daily in their communities.

“In high school I would love to listen to JerMarco, sing solos at concerts, his voice is so soft and soothing,” said classmate Jessica Jones.

  With inspiration from his grandfather to do music and after that artists like Stevie Wonder, Donny Hathaway, and Prince, inspired him musically. Not only does he sing, write, plays the piano, and is learning the guitar, hoping one day to learn every instrument.  

 Volunteering and the problems of the community is also what make Britten happy.

 While in New Orleans he volunteered in various places helping to rebuild areas destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. Back home in St. Louis, he periodically volunteered for Studio STL speaking at events about his experience with the organization.

“I’ve been blessed to make it thus far in life, and if it had not been for the blessings of music and God constantly singing in my ear to keep going I honestly wouldn’t know where I would be” says Britten.

Self-Injury Among Youth on the Rise

Typing seems so much easier than talking, and sometimes we take notice to things too late. "Life anit worth the pain" said 17-year old Ashley Duncan on her Tumbler website before she died by suicide.
On January 30, 2012 Houston teen, Ashley posted pictures of a gun and bullets on Twitter before walking to a reservoir near the intersection of Braes Forest Drive and Portal Drive with a gun and shot herself. She didn't attend school that day instead she posted on her Twitter, "I finally got a gun".

On her Twitter and Tumbler page the teen had been posting dark things, "So I’m asking why it can’t be my choice to die now? ... I'm miserable". With over 2000 friends on both Social Networks, no one suspected anything. However, her potential "cry for help" got likes and reposts without anyone suspecting any sign of potential tragedy. “She was a social butterfly, she always had a smile on her face, just a bright spirit, really smart, beautiful, and just a kind-hearted person everyone loved her and she loves everyone back” expressed her friend Ronald.

Ashley and Ronald have been friends since the sixth grade, and he never suspected anything wrong. “Sometimes she would say she was tired, and when I asked her what was wrong she would smile and tell me everything was okay”.  After asking him what he would suggest for others to do when they see random rants on social networks, he suggested that they reach out and tell someone. “I suggest everyone less text more talk so no one feels this again”.

Suicide is the act of taking one’s own life on purpose. People who try to commits suicide are often trying to get away from a life situation that seems impossible to deal with. According to suicide.org, suicide is the third-leading cause of death for young people ages 15 to 24. An increasing number of teens are engaging in self-injury. Many teens indicate they engage in self-injury activities to distract themselves from their problems and emotional pain. “Young people are particularly vulnerable to depression,” said Kevin Caruso, executive director of Suicide.org. “And untreated depression is the number one cause for suicide. So we need to do all that we can to reach these young people who are suicidal and ensure that they receive immediate, effectual treatment as well as long-term loving, caring support.”

Dr. Joseph M, Carver, PhD said, “That thoughts of preferring to be dead rather than alive, are thoughts one step above having suicidal thoughts. When we become depressed, our brain torments us with a variety of horrible thoughts”.  As stated in Mental Health American (MHA), teen depression is increasing at an alarming rate. Depression can be difficult to diagnose in teens because adults may expect teens to act moody. It is very important that depressed teens receive professional treatment. Each year, almost 5,000 young people, kill themselves. The rate of suicide has nearly tripled since 1960. Suicidal adolescents may view a temporary situation as a permanent condition, as said on MHA. However, Social Networking is affecting communications because more people prefer to type how they feel rather than talk. The internet has changed the way we communicate in our daily lives; everything we need to know is assessable within minutes.

“Social networking is a different way to socialize”, states Psychology Professor Amanda Pressman.  When on these social websites you can post anything you would like whether it is song lyrics, pictures, to suicide gestures without being taken too serious. “You can’t tell if a person is serious or not, you can’t determine a person’s tone, expression, or sense of seriousness from a social network” says Pressman. When asked what could be done to take a step at preventing suicide, Pressman suggested public service media wise, with careful handling on how the suicide news is distributed because of cluster suicides. Cluster suicide is a chain of completed suicides, usually among adolescents, in a discrete period of time and area, which have a ‘contagious’ element. “You want to break beyond “I’m fine”, you can’t see the social cues, face to face, people is exaggerating, today on the internet.” Pressman also says, “Parents should be connected to their kids, and spend time with their kids”.

 Clinical Psychologist Jeff Gardere explains to Julie Chen, on the Early Show, in 2008 how young people can be susceptible to suicide, especially when linked by the Internet or other factors. “There are no boundaries because of the internet and media. A lot of these kids are putting entries in before they die; certainly parents should know what’s going on these websites, kids are talking to one another and not their parents, glorifying their death and getting attention they wasn’t getting when they were alive Parents should be more involved in their children lives,” Gardere states. 

Little Girl Blues

Little Girl Blues

She didn’t feel pretty inside and out
Her mother didn’t know what this was all about
Last time she knew, she was with her father
But everytime she would ask questions, Mya said she didn’t want to be bothered.
What was causing Mama’s Little Girl Blues?
What was making her not go to school?
Who was putting the marks on her neck?
How about the big sunglasses when it wasn’t even light yet?

Daughters Response: Mama I’m having the blues
When I go over there he make me take off my shoes, and than my clothes,
Oh Lucky Me! you didn’t never recognize the fear in me?
He touches my body and my soul freeze, if I resist Mama my nose bleed.
He was suppose to be my first love, not literally, I don’t have a relationship
Well normal , He’s sick, disgusting, and immoral. Mama I got the blues, if only you knew.
I can’t go to school because it consume my mind, the thought of my Father’s body on top of mine.
I couldn’t tell this secret, because of the gun behind my head, but I’m not afraid anymore, Im No Longer Scared.
He claim he love me, tough love indeed, what kind of father makes his daughter carry his seed? So, with this said I take my life, NO MORE PAIN & NO MORE Fight! *Pow* No more Blues From Fear & Lies.

A Mother Final Letter That Went UnSent:
Baby its not you, it was your father, what real man would have relations with his daughter
If only I noticed you wouldn’t been scarred this way, I wish I coulda took the pain from your face, the pain, the strain, that lives behind your eyes from him touching you between your thighs.
You could have come to me, and told me your blues, you was born to me, so protect you I would,
I mean without a doubt, that’s why I’m writing this from jail don’t you see what this is all about,
You was born to love not fear your life, so if I could do it again I would kill him twice,
When I seen you lying there I losted my mind, my baby? My precious gem, carrying a child by a man I chose.
Sorry Baby, if you would have only told.

R.I.P. To those that gave up without a fight, tell someone before you decide to take your life. —San~D Mental Thought

Stranger Of Mine

"I should have left you at hello, but I was anxious to get to know, You, I had to understand your personality and way of life, I wish I missed that plane, and boarded a new flight, I wish I left you as a stranger and never said Hi, the way you say you treat me is a lie, you’re pathetic and not worth my time, I wish I left you as a stranger as I said good-bye, never looking in your eyes and falling in love, never extending my arms longing for a hug, I wish I left you as a stranger, because I wish I never met you, I wish I never cried when I finally left you, Stranger. Stranger of mine…I wish I never let you into my Life.—Mental Closet

Flawed and Aware of It

My Confession, I loved sensual fruit
And the warmth of a strong black man’s body.
Also sweet sounds of slow jams, lingering the air,
Scents, of rosehips, of warm honey.
So what kind of virgin am I? Many others
Are innocently called, timid.
Who would believe me. For they witness
How I slow grind, caress myself on the dance floor.
And the way my hands viciously attack my victims chest.
Teasing and aware of it. Desiring intimacy,
I knew what was left for unsure Mary’s like me:
A banquet of thoughts, a ton of star-filled dreams,
A constant arousal, masturbation.
—After Czeslaw Milosz

Laundromat (Metaphor Poem)

Airing out the dirty laundry after you told me you’ve been worn once,
Folding up the truth, like cleanliness is not the way.
Laying my body on dirty sheets, smelling the scent of all the lies you’ve told me,
The hot cycle on pale days, the cold cycle on hot ones,
Just wanting to snuggle against the warm body which I belong to,
After all we’ve been here before, headed to the Laundromat to air out your
Dirty laundry, after I got you supposedly fresh and new.
Now you’re dirty, filthy.
That’s why I have my “soap, powder, bleach, fabric softner,
Your dirty drawls”, I’m heading to the Laundromat with all of your wrongs.

"Don’t Get Offended By What You Read, It All Sums Up My Life, In A Couple of Spaces, Capitalizations, and Italic letters.—Mental Closet"

Love Qualifications

Love Qualifications

Woman to Man
Do you have the potential of the man I need you to be, you say you’re looking for love, Well come and take a walk with me, I can’t tell you much right now, but what my vision of a good man should be, I have related that in each one of my poetry, because see I’m not desprite, and love I already have that, it’s that passionate love that im looking for, the love that I can grow from after being my friend, my future man will understand that life with me would be more than a chance, but a gift as I lift him up and make him better, as he inspire me to follow my dreams telling me, “I can be whatever”, it’s that type of love that’s so deep, that I wouldn’t mind caressing you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet, life with you would really mean that much to me, so I wouldn’t need a dice rolled twice to feel your luck, Ima feel like your only woman just by your gentle touch, and if we have problems we would work them out, get it together like no doubt, if you want kids I will give you that, so they can also see not only a great father, but what a real man should be, because I never had a father, but searching for love in any man I didn’t bother because I knew the power of God, so as he lead, I followed and he brought me to you , I never had a map, or one blue’s clues, Future husband you will be my light, and even if we’re both angry we will never fight, but disagree because it would be over something petty like how much you mean to me because that you’ll never know, for my heart appreciation, I could never show, but im grateful and you’ll be my man only and be faithful, my bestfriend, my heart, my future, I’ll be so happy to chose ya because you’ll be everything to me, now I have one question DO YOU QUALIFY TO BE THE FUTURE HUSBAND I NEED YOU TO BE?

"MENTAL THOUGHT OF THE DAY: Do he love your heart or do he love your sex?"

"Our chain broke but our locket still holds the memory of me and you, whenever we want to fix it we know where to go, our hearts. —-I Love You

Rip The Greats: Whitney Houston Addition

I can't take these deaths serious! I don't understand how All the Legends are dying. This really is a message, you can just be enjoying life one night, and not wake up to see the next day. I adored Whitney Houston because of her courage to tell the world about her addiction, and take action to better herself for her fans and her daughter. Peace be with the Brown Family at this trying time. I pray for peace and a sense of relief everytime they watch a video of her, I know I do. xoxo

Here are Some Videos Of Celeb Tributes:

Life Busy Moments

I've been really busy lately, school is kicking my butt and we're not really doing anything. I guess I just need to learn to be organize and put priorities first. However, I have a really hard time doing anything that I don't find interesting or related to my dreams. I haven't been anywhere to take pictures or bring back any wild stories. I have been being a Twitter Whore lately Ha :), I really love to dance so I was being silly Friday and made a Twerk Video to Teyana Taylor's new song Bad Boy. It was after she made a tweet saying she want to see ladies dance to her song. I am Wild and Carefree. I mean I NEVER care what other people think of me, however, I am a lady first and foremost but sometimes I like to bring out my inner Mercy (Dancer Ego) and Prima Donna (Alter Ego).  I stay fit that way, I dance and have fun to keep my weight down.

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Missed This Plane: She Left, I Boarded

I'm running late, I have to make this plane, I know that it's not going to wait, but I'm stuck in this damn baggage claim, A bag full of trust, a suitcase full of love, a laptop full of opportunities, and unfortunately you're one, I hand the flight attendant my ticket, She shake her head in disapproval, I told her, "Don't judge what you couldn't witness", I'm left to my thoughts when I hear random screaming, "Ok, lady I get it! This damn ride is over."

I wonder what was her reasons, than I listened as she painted a picture much needed, "Aboarded this flight trying to ride for life, her ticket said forever?, that couldn't be right, head so far in the clouds, she seen God's light", I listened to her ranting and raving and it was the opposite of mine, I glance at my stub it says "Only one way, no refund, and beware of delays, traveling to a destination I don't know if I belong, I heard about his baggage, now I just became a carry-on, the flight attendent interrupted my mind, and said, " Sorry for the disturbance, (Continue to your seat)

I said, " No judging here, my love life is like this plane during circles in a turbance, My heart never do what my mind tells it to, I'm like a soul sister singing the blues, I heard how he treated, misused her, abused her love, and violated her trust, But someone I can't have make me want them more, but than again if I step into this situation I could be hurt like before, I knew the risks were great, but I have to live with the discussions I made, I don't regret, this is what I wanted, so he is what I get, I hear more yelling, So I move closer to it, I look in her eyes, and see disappointment, I always wondered what betrayal looked like up closer, what am I walking into, this is hell on Earth, I refuse to have my heart dragged throught the  the dirt, I wonder who this girl is, her hurt sound familar, "Im sorry ma'am, I'll escort you and your baggage" off this flight, walking pass eachother our eyes met like love at first sight, I'm blocking the door entering with my bags, she's exiting off not really tryna miss this plane, I'm not sure if I really want to take this ride,

When I got ready to turn around, the Flight Attendent said,

"Yes, she's leaving, and you're boarding, she gave up her ticket, because her love he couldn't afford it, the ride was to bumpy, he couldn't hold on, that was just a little summary of what I was just told, Your thoughts sound similar, By the Way The Stories are about the same boy, The Plane she Chose to Miss, you just boarded on.

Distant Lover

I haven't seen my sister since I graduated in 2010. I would love to visit her in VA for my birthday. That would be absolutely amazing. Hopefully, I can convince my mother to help me pay for my ticket. My heart is really set on this mini vacation, I really long to hug my twin. I hate being away from her that long, WOW it's 2012 the time really flew by before my eyes. This trip is a must happen, or I think I would drown in my sorrows. -Mental Stylista

Saturday Love

Frats and Bow Ties

Friends Lets Chill

I Love the Way you Lie

I love the way you lie right through your teeth,
You said “if my legs were broke, you would pick me up, and walk for me,”
Oh I love the way you lie, you constantly tell me, you love me, but I heard that more than twice, from different men,
Who all claimed to like me more than a friend, but like all relationships they come to an end,
It’s because of the way you lie, Oh I just love it,
You told me you’ll never touch her like you touched “it,”
And you’ll never disrespect me because that’s where home is,
I love the way you lie, saying all men don’t cheat,
Well why am I getting phone calls from females describing your best features to me,
Cause I don’t need a man who forever lies, and always end up making me cry,
See I love the way you lie, because I can’t deal with the truth, for when I stop loving your lies,
I CAN ACTUALLY GET OVER THIS LIE CALLED YOU!

The Youngest Cinderella

I remember my father’s wife driving on the highway,
I wouldn’t dare call her stepmother, unless evil was in front of it,
In the back seat her two daughters and I, with my baby brother
Facing the airbag, I was two then, so the speeding never bothered.

Little cars, big cars, and huge trucks,
It was exciting until one of those eighteen wheelers rode over us,
Our white car was now the size of my show box, everything was upside down,
And I soon heard this siren, than someone picked me up, and I
Finally felt like a Princess, The sharp pains in my petite right leg,
Or that I couldn’t move it went unnoticed.

I woke up with tubes in my arms, and my leg high in the air,
My mother sitting beside me with cards, and big balloons.
My father walks into the room; he stayed with me for a short time, until the cries
And demands of his wife took him from me, again.

I heard my mother yelling about something, a screeching loud
Noise that she only use when she was angry, I was busy
Enjoying the spotlight because I knew when my mother
Left I would soon go back to being ignored, little selfish stepsisters of mine,
I can’t even remember at least one asking, “Sister, are you alright?”

Soon I was home, and I didn’t hear my baby brother cries,
I didn’t have to get his bottle; she didn’t have to wipe his mouth,
When I finally saw him again I had to say goodbye, He was enclosed
In a box like my Cabbage Patch Doll, Timothy, that’s his name, so
Innocent and precious, He no longer had that sweet smell,
Which I knew. When I visit the castle every summer, sometimes I
Still wonder if it was suppose to be me not him that fell out
The car that day, The Youngest Cinderella around, and those
Suspicions worsened as I got older.

I was the one blamed if something went wrong, I never had a
Fairy Godmother to call my own, to sprinkle fairy dust over me,
When I was left, while everyone else had a ball, On
Special holidays I didn’t receive gifts, just a list of things to do,
My father left me in a dungeon when he went to work, guarded by
His mother, I was the only child around, until I was old enough to understand
That being the youngest princess you never stand a chance.

Sometimes Sexy

Found this on Some Website...Don't Own.

This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever. You don’t want to laugh, because you know it’s not going to help, but you don’t want to cry, because it will just make you feel worse. You feel like your heart is falling apart, but not only that, but you know soon your life is going to feel like it’s falling apart too. You don’t think it will ever end, and no matter what this person has done to you, it feels impossible to stop loving them. And everyone wonders why if they have hurt you so much, then why do you still love them. That’s the confusing part, you don’t know why, you just do, and the people who hurt you the most, and normally the ones you love the most. And then, after a few weeks, you finally feel a sense of relief, like you’re getting happy again, but you know inside that you’re just going into denial. And after a few more weeks, you’re back to where you were an empty soul and teary eyes. You thought you got over them, but really, you just stopped showing it. And you can’t help but to show it again. It leaves deep scars on your heart that are there forever. And no one understands how you feel, and how deep you are hurt, no matter who they are, because it hasn’t happened to them And even if it has, every broken heart is different. They don’t know the true pain you feel and carry each and everyday now, so you learn that basically you are alone with all this. And the feeling starts to overwhelm you, and suddenly you just break down, right there, because you know you’ve had enough, the tears just instantly start flowing, and you’re to the point where you don’t care who see’s. Because you’ve spent so many nights lying awake in bed, and so many days being haunted by the scars and fear of rejection. And in the midst of all these tears, you know that its not helping any, and it’s not going to bring them back, if you ever even had them in the first place. After about a million tears have been cried, you finally pull yourself back together and keep going. Your throat starts to clench and your eyes burn with the tears you are trying to hold back. Everyone says, “It will be okay…” But you know it won’t. And that’s the truth, it won’t. And you look back on all of the hurt you had from this, and you realize that people are horrible. You’re still hurt, but you’ve learned to hide it so that everyone thinks you are okay. So now every time you see this person, you know you still love them, and you feel a slight tingle in your heart yearning for them to love you, screaming out, but for some reason they don’t hear it. And then you sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this…

Sing From Heaven

Rip Etta James Age 73 <3

Style Around Town

There are alot of Fashionable people in the world. They set trends, and are just beyond Fabulous. Here are a few people style I found to be just stunning.

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Happy Birthday Baby Girl

Aaliyah would have been celebrating her 33rd birthday today. I can truly say that she inspired me from the swoop bang to the ponytails as a little child. I think my favorite song as a kid was "Are you that Somebody", after getting older and actually realizing what she was singing about "The One I Gave My Heart To" touched my soul as I got my heartbroken, and I would sing my lungs out to her. One of my many goals was to meet her someday, but everytime I run across a picture or hear her song, I know she is making music so lovely in heaven, and smiling that sweet smile. I adored everything about Aaliyah, and I was inspired to be just like her. Now I feel like I can be humble just like her, and live out my dream, create a legacy, just like her!

Happy Birthday Martin Luther King

Today is Martin Luther King Jr. day following his birthday on January 15. Today I have observed and thought about different thing regarding the whole civil rights movement and our generation today. I just feel strongly about what the civil rights activist feel like when they look down on us and see African American's calling eachothers "Nigga". This is the very same word that they fought for, this is the same word that insulted us, and now look how times has changed. I feel bad when I see the way woman are being protrayed, how men are killing eachother over nonsense, and how life is not appreciated. It is like these people died for nothing, because their service to us is being completely ignored. I thank Dr. King for everything he has done for the African American race, and the word itself. Today while watching VH1 Soul this video came on and I couldn't take my eyes from the screen. I never heard anything so beautiful, it really touched my soul. Thank You Dr. King and everyone else who was brave and selfless.

Ci Sing...

I hear alot of people saying that they aren't really a fan of Ciara's singing, but they admire her dance. I am a big supporter of Ciara dance, singing, and fitness wise. I lust for her stomach. I was browsing around youtube listening to people like Brandy, Teyana Taylor, Keke Palmer, sing acapella. I respect artists so much more when I watch video's of them sing, I came across many Ciara video's and was BEYOND impressed! I feel that alot of artists have more potential then their record company let them show example Tiffany Evans Slays.

Naturalista

I have been perm free for two years now, however I been completely natural for 9 months now. I'm seeing progress and I'm enjoying it every step of the way. What inspired me to become natural was the fact that I was away at college and I never trusted anyone in my head, with chemicals. However, Solange is my inspiration, she is becoming such a style icon and naturalista. Youtube is my hair stylist and go to guide for everything in this natural journey of mine. When people tell me I remind them of her I die twice!

Blue Glory

So the buzz around Baby Carter's arrival just got realer.  The real name "Blue Ivy Carter", has a song dedicated to her from her daddy Jay-Z called Glory. The song is beyond touching, what even makes it better is hearing Baby Carter's cry at the end. I am beyond happy for the couple, and it really upsets me that people are exchanging Blue Ivy's name with anything associated with the Devil. God protects Baby's and Fools, so I will pray for you. Every child is innocent, and if this is how society welcomes home a baby, Celeb or not, Beyonce is doing the right thing, about keeping her life secret. It is amazing how no one knew about her miscarriage, because their life is THEIR LIFE. Everyone goes through something wether you are a celebrity or not. I just can't wait to hear what Mama Bey sings about because I know it will be powerful! Check it Out Below

"You're a child of destiny, you're the child of my destiny, you're my child with a child from Destiny's Child, that's a hell of a recipe"

Word on the Tweet

So I'm browsing around twitter and I see alot of Beyonce Tweets... Rumor has it that Beyonce and Jay-Z has welcomed a Baby Girl named Ivy Blue Carter on September 7,2012. Now the suspicions behind the name is unknown but someone tweeted a good point of why the name is maybe that, "Hmmm Beyonce and Jay-Z always up to something... Ivy Blue... IV=4 Blue is the fourth color on the color wheel... Creepy".  Whatever the case may be I am happy that she has a family, at the time that she felt was acceptable in her career...You Better WERK Diva, Hell You Have A Ring On It, What else is there to upgrade when you're number 1?

Spotlight Corner:

I never listened to someone over and over as much as I do this young woman Jasmine Mans. She is truely talented and she inspire me beyond words. It's like I listen to her speak and I analyze her words, I recite her piece in my head, and share it to the word. She is deep, and the things she says is so true. I want to gain knowledge and share it through my poetry like she does, with such elegence and grace. She make me nervous to ever write a poem again, because she is really speaking about things, imporant things, she inspire people like me...I just want to inspire people like me.

I've Loved and I've Lost

While on twitter a follower of mines tweeted, "Why stress over a guy when you could be praising God and being stress free !"

Now I haven't stressed over a dude in months...I loved and I losted.  So, I've been on a road of finding myself, no longer looking for love but letting it come to me. However, I read this tweet and I thought to myself, but God brought us man, and is it possible to not develop feelings for the opposite sex. I mean you have people that can completely go without but inside I know they are longing for comfort just like the next. Same old sad song we all sing. I just wonder how a person could waste time and pretend that they care about you and never really give a damn. Where do the trust go? When do the love arrive? I look to my left and I am completely fine with being in bed with myself. A man is not something you need, but it's someone that you want. It's like you meet this guy, he soup your head up with all these dreams, you believed him because part of the "Getting to Know" stage of relationships is the "helping to get over" which involve him learning all about your past. With this you figure he won't do the same, he's such a fucking charmer. You're working for their heart like it's a 9 to 5 with commission. My overall evaluation of the male species is that they are stubborn. I think they should let us know what they're feeling more often, because they always love you back once you cut them off. Also they don't want you until they see you happy with someone else which pisses me off even more.  I could rant about this subject for hours and hours..It's just a never ending subject in my life.

Because of these Dudes and ....

Well because we were having such an emotional New Years weekend, me and my friends decided to host a girls night. I went to Pizza Hut and got everyone pizza, hotwings, and cinna sticks..Deelish!! Anyway, plans didn't really go as planned, we ended up with male company, and us girls didn't really get to vent. I mean it's no big deal, just more to tell my blog. I enjoyed that night also, we watched movies, laughed, drank a little, which made me sick...But Overall My Friday was Enjoyable.

SN: The weather has been BEYOND amazing.

Catch Up Times

I grew up being the middle child with not much in common with my older sister. So I had my cousin whom is an only child to play with. We were very close, lost time as we got older, reconnected, and now we are getting back on track. She is now an expecting mommy, so Thursday I decided to call her and my bestfriend up and we went to Applebee's to catch up and just bond. I absolutely love the time that we shared.

New Years: 2012 Emotional Entry

Bringing in 2012 will be one to remember. I went out and did hoodrat things with friends (Just Kidding), but I kicked it with my girls. After dealing with many attitudes and not being able to really find out what I wanted to wear, I went out to the club and celebrated with strangers and my bestfriends. I tried a new hairstyle, it was a dare basically because I am natural and I love big curly hair. I base my hairstyles off of my outfits and my outfits off of my hairstyles.These are just a few pictures from the New Years Eve/New Years Night. I met some amazing people that New Years Eve, dancing and laughing, enjoying the luxuary of seeing a new year, with less worries.That weekend was full of drunken tears, breakups, bestfriend fights, hugs, laughs, and forgiveness, The pictures are all over the place but they're still adorable..and Memories for The Night!