Keep It Sybil

I thought we could have a grown folks talk. If you are under the age of 18, this post is not for you.  Let's just jump right in. WAP... really!  I do not like this song. I have a few reasons and I will share.  Let me say this, it is not the subject matter that keeps me from liking this song.  I mean,  I know every word to Akinyele's #1 banger, Put It In My Mouth. I am not a prude in any way.  My truth is,  if Cardi or Meg tge Stallion come on I will turn to see what else is on.  So,  the both of them on one song is a no for me. After about 3 weeks, I did break down to listen to the song. That one listen was enough for me. I couldn't take it.   I felt like they were ramming the lyrics down my throat, they made me gag, they made me choke and not in the good way. I like a little conversation and then ease me in. Take a lesson from Akinyele, he is taking with the young lady about how he would like things to go... you wanna go down why n...

As a black woman I have to stand up for myself and my sisters. I have to say that a little progress is better than nothing but there has to be more intentional fair treatment of black women. Yes, by every race, color, creed, sex but most importantly, black men. Black men and black women must stand together.  I feel like I always have to offer a preface before I speak of the rhapsody between black men and black women.  I love me some black men. Ok, Thai being said let's look at a few things.  I think we are all familiar with slavery.  The reason it worked was because of some key treatments from the master to the slave.  The master figured out how to manipulate and control a group of people that were at a disadvantage in many ways; let me make this clear,  intellect was not one of those ways. You have to be intelligent in order to survive being broken down.  Slaves were required to do the work designated by the master. The slave was denied the right to e...

The beginning of June,  I get an invitation for brunch, from my oldest son, to have brooch with him,  his girlfriend,  my mom,  sister and daughter, the weekend he was coming in town. Of course I agreed. It was June 13, 2020 and we met at Toast Summerville. My mom was out of town so it was just the five of us. The food was delicious and the company was enjoyable.  My daughter was about 45 minutes late  which was fine except I was throwing a birthday party for my husband and needed to get home to see to the food preparation. I am saying my goodbyes and my son stops me and the waitress brings out a slice of carrot cake and placed it in front of me. There are words written on the plate.  My first glance, I half-heartedly read and thought, they delivered it to the wrong person because they're wasn't a Sammy at our table. They don't pick the cake back up so I look at the plate again and then it clicks. By it, I mean the water works. My son puts his arm arou...