Howdy howdy all!

Not as jovial as usual today. I need to center myself. But first I need to say that I have a rule and only one rule for interaction with me or anyone in my network on this blog.

NO NAME CALLING!

I want people to feel like they can engage with one another on my blog, absolutely but I don't dig name calling and serious personal attacks. Now what goes down on your own respective blogs is another matter entirely.

That being said I have no hard feelings toward anyone. I like everyone in my network, those who come to share in a peaceful discourse with me and the others who interact here.

I don't want people to feel the constant need to defend themselves at the mere mention of their name on THIS blog. 

I RESPECT greatly those who can say what they feel with out fear. I would mention some folks that do just that but folks may respond to the names rather than what is ACTUALLY written here. I dont want that again.

As for me being angry, DAMN RIGHT! I am ever so PISSED! Sure I have empathy and sympathy for my deceased friend but let me tell you, it dont make the pain any less and right now ANGER is easier to process.  

3 lovely mindsayers  in my network told me that anger was normal and so is venting. True. I believe them because the emotion hit me like truck out of nowhere(one is the Cocoa Goddess, AKA Myclette. I mention here because I have known her forever and she would LOVE for a mutha fucka to put her on blast ). That was a joke! Well sorta, well.....Love Ya Cocoa Goddess!

My roommate has also been helpful in listening to what I had to say on the subject of my deceased friend (thanks Memphis B!)

I didn't conjure the emotion by any means, it just appeared. I figure it must be valid in some way or it would not be.

Anyway I just wanted to get that out. Please limit your responses to ME and not to anyone in my network regarding this post please.

How about some poetry....here it goes.....

Who Said It Was Simple

There are so many roots to the tree of anger
that sometimes the branches shatter
before they bear.

Sitting in Nedicks
the women rally before they march
discussing the problematic girls
they hire to make them free.
An almost white counterman passes
a waiting brother to serve them first
and the ladies neither notice nor reject
the slighter pleasures of their slavery.
But I who am bound by my mirror
as well as my bed
see causes in color
as well as sex

and sit here wondering
which me will survive
all these liberations.--Audre Lorde

Goddess Bless