What Do You Think of Interracial Relationships?

Questions like these always...cut. I'm tired of defending who I am, or pretending that it doesn't hurt. I hear the whispers and I hear the jeers. I'm either pitied or thought of as "being too good." But really, I'm not. I'm not that strong and I'm not making a statement. I shiver in the cold, just like you. I bleed, if you cut me too. When I reach out in the darkness for help, I hope it's a kind hand that takes hold. I can't truly embrace my heritage b/c I'm always reminded that I've betrayed it. I'll never be accepted on the other side either b/c you're right, I'm not white. Guess what? The white man, he kicks me when I'm down too. And me, I like to kick myself too. I'm so bruised, I think I should rather embrace that other race--black & blue. I don't wear my armor anymore. The gauntlet is closing in; I've chosen my battles and I've even won a few but I'm afraid the war, it goes to you. I'm sure you won't remember me if I succeed, but if I fail, go ahead and pat yourselves on the back, and say what you've been wanting to say all along "I told you so". And if that was enough to make the pain go away, well, hell, I'd say you were right too.

I Love You, Fall

No matter how many times I try to deny it, every time the fall season begins--and it's not even quite here yet--it still leaves me breathless.

The wintertime has its quiet; the spring, its new beginnings; the summer, its lackadaisical determination; but the fall-time is still the only sexybeast that can quell my moodiness.

Slowly, then all at once in its full glory, it reassures me that life really is masterful. It reminds me of how truly intense the mind is and how deeply layered the heart can be.

What was once familiar, turned on its side, has infinite possibilities.

It sure has been a long year, but it's good to know the beginning of the end is upon us.

Yes, autumn is kind of like a firefall.