Solange Wedding

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I know this is late, and I wasn’t going to say anything about it, but I keep hearing all these positive reviews and expressions of awe over these Solange Wedding pictures from women in the Black community and I just have to say this:

STOP just agreeing with stuff because it has a black face. Black doesn’t automatically qualify it as being good. Just because someone rocks an Afro, this does not make it revolutionary. There is nothing profoundly good about what took place here. There are some things to take into account before you throw in your praise:

Not only is New Orleans the hub for voodoo and witchcraft, but why are multimillionaires (who would collectively make that billionaires) hold a wedding ceremony in an old crumbling, run down building with chipping paint? That’s because this is not a regular wedding ceremony, but everything about this event is highly Masonic. I’m not going to get too much into it but just know that this is a very creepy picture. No one takes pictures like this and if these people were not famous many of you would agree but because you’ve somehow drafted them into your life there are some things many of you will never believe (like how the woman wearing blue bands on her ankles is the child bearer for the sacrifices. Sound strange? That’s because it is). You carelessly latch onto people who do not know, nor do they care, about your well being. Not every celebrity is your friend and they do not have your best interest at heart. Many of them are witches and warlocks who drink blood in their private time but because that’s too far out of your bubble it would take a miracle for you to believe it. And as long as they can call me crazy and throw me into the category of conspiracy theorist, why should you right? Good thing whether or not someone agrees is not the reason I blog. Besides, some of you are into this kinda thing. 

Skillet Salmon & Parmesan Potatoes

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I LOVE potatoes: French Fries, Baked Potatoes, Mashed Potatoes, all kinds of potatoes. So, today’s recipe is a nice easy dish that takes just a little bit of time to prepare. You can make this meal in less than 15 minutes and it is delicious. For tonight’s quick fix, we will need:

1 (6-ounce) salmon fillet (about 1-inch thick)
Cooking spray
2 medium potatoes
4 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese
2 cups mixed salad greens
1 cup chopped tomatoes
2 tablespoons balsamic vinaigrette
1 lemon
Salt and pepper to taste

1. Heat a nonstick skillet or grill pan over medium-high heat. Coat fish with cooking spray. Add fish to pan, and cook until it’s well done ( 6 minutes on each side or until fish flakes easily when tested with a fork).

 
2. While fish cooks, pierce potatoes with a fork; arrange in a circle on paper towels in a microwave oven. Microwave on HIGH 8 to 10 minutes, rearranging potatoes after 5 minutes. Let stand 5 minutes.

 
3. Cut cooked potatoes in half, and sprinkle with salt, pepper, and cheese.

 
4. Combine greens, tomatoes, and vinaigrette in a bowl; toss gently.

 
5. Cut lemon in half, and squeeze lemon juice over fish. Serve with potatoes and salad.

The First Time

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The first time we made love was when you walked into my classroom
your eyes danced and moved graciously inside mine like
dancers carefully twirling to the sound of their own heart beats
and
we were young-er
got lost in your mind and day dreamed about your beauty
could not wait to get to class the next day so that I may immerse myself in your intelligence
and like books I was open
(No wonder I like to read)
If loving you meant I couldn’t go beyond the pupils of your eyelids
I didn’t mind
cause
your lips spoke confidently and proud
so that I hung onto every word
swinging back and forth I was a kid at a playground
your beauty was biblical
from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet this was prophecy
thought the teacher was a waitress asked her if I could have another round of you
let’s be realistic
this thing was futuristic like foresight
every time you opened your mouth I took road trips into your memories
and for my blood racing I could not hide the joy
trying to catch my breath after falling into your smile
we were connected
too young to understand this love at first sight sensation I could have been dreaming
or maybe it was “Just my Imagination”
cause I was dancing
moon walking into complete relaxation
your last name should have been Jackson
cause you was a hit
and I could not lie
cause I ran home just to go to bed and wake up to the sun rise
cause it reminded me of you
you didn’t know it but my nose was so open I took notes
I was singing,
a sucka to every sound of the harmonious humility that escaped like convicts from your lips
I was convicted
cause I loved you too early…

Are You Happy With Who You Are?

For most of you Society dictates your life. It tells you how to think, what music to listen to, how many degrees is enough to qualify you as important, and what kind of clothes to wear. Sadly, for some of you, the world even dictates your morals and values. What is right and wrong? What God should you follow and to what extent? How much devotion is enough devotion and what potency of truth is cult like? How much religion is too much religion? Why is the bible associated with religion at all? Or is that too far out of league to question? Or how much weight is too much weight? I keep seeing people, women especially, with their non-flattened stomachs out. Are pot bellies in now only because society said so? Let us expose our guts now because the world finally agrees that big is beautiful.

With all of this going on, what’s in and what’s not in, who’s perfect and who’s not perfect, my question to you is: Are you happy with the way you live your life?