Happy Black History Month!

I have reached that age where I can learn to appreciate my roots. Monica and myself come from different backgrounds and I think that makes us really special. My mother coming from a black and Italian background and my father being Grenadian, while Monica has some German in the midst of her Haitianess. Whatever you're made of, be proud. I will be spending this month watching Baldwin hills and shaking my head at the ideas of BET are just old shows MTV have canceled.

I want to take this time out to mention the other black presidents of America. Yes Barack is president now but he isn't the first.

Dennis Haysbert on 24. He can handle my country and my car insurance? Count me in.


Chris Rock in Head of State. Chris handled shit in this movie including his crazy ex-fiancee.


Barack you have a lot to live up to.

I digress to my real reason of posting so in honor of this month I leave you with Maya Angelou's Still I Rise:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

-A