Letter to A Black Queer Boy

Dear Black Queer Boy,

No matter how many times you dye your hair blonde, you roots will cry out and scream the truth. "Recognize your beauty, son of Ghana, Mali and Songhai! If you don't know your history how will you fly." How I longed for your friendship and fellowship, I thought we would be like two kindred spirits. I was wrong.

Your colonized mentality is keeping you captive, liberate yourself my brother. I pray that you will learn to appreciate the peoples whose blood, sweat and tears established the legacy you reject.

With Love,

A Big Brother

I Call You Friend

I think people use the term friend to loosely, I’m so thankful that God has allowed me to come in contact with true friends: people I know I can call in all emergencies. This summer when I was kicked out my house, my friends Therese, Sophia, Tasha, Dania, Tanisha, Alix and Jared helped me get through one of the most difficult times in my life. They all helped me in different ways using their own special gifts and talents. I love you guys.

Many will say they are loyal friends, but who can find one who is truly reliable? Proverbs 20:6

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You saved me when I was on the brink of self destruction

You saw me in all of my disfunction

Wiped the tears from my eyes, tickled me with your antics

Whenever I think of you I smile from ear to ear

With you by my side what do I have to fear

I call you friend

On days I can barely face myself in the mirror

Through your eyes I see my reflection

Through your eyes I see my strengths magnified

My weaknesses become sanctified

I call you friend

You remind me about what I can become

Your words are like sandpaper gently refining me, polishing me

Glimmering Dark Mahogany

Because of you everyone sees me for what I truly am

A child of God, a gentlemen, a kind soul

Thank you!

I call you friend

Goals for the Week of January 23rd-January 30th

1. Make time for God at the beginning of the day and at the end of the day

2. Make it to the Oratory on Wednesday

3. Exercise Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday

4. Start Volunteering at the Pride House

5. Work the kinks out for the BryN't performance

6. Finish Krik? Krak! and continue reading The Power

7. Get all my mail to come to The Summit

Looking For Love In All The Wrong Aisles

So Project Fitness bombed once again, my mind wasn't focused on losing weight to be honest. I was trying to accomplish other goals. I wanted a boyfriend. I was hungry for love. A steady diet of sweet kisses, warm embraces and lots of cuddling was what I wanted to consume.

As if I were shopping in grocery store, I scanned every aisle high and low for potential mates. I found several suitors. They were beautiful in there own ways. Appealing from head to toe, these gentlemen caused my mouth to water. Shopping for a boyfriend is a lot like shopping for groceries, there is so much to choose from. You can go home with Young and Dumb cereal bars, Oatmeal Raisin Asian cookies or Homo-Thug flavored Hot Cocoa. Unlike shopping for actual groceries though, you might not always get what you believe you are purchasing. No matter how many times you read the exterior or familiarize your self with the ingredients of your potential man you can always get bamboozled.

I was thinking about purchasing a nice sweet bun cake when I met Mr. iGot2muchSwagg. After buying into his lies, I soon discovered, nothing but arrogance. He never compromised and he was always right even though he was blatantly wrong. This supposed sweet bun cake left an especially sour taste in my mouth when he desired to see me only after midnight. “Do I look like a booty call to you?,” I thought to myself.

Then I moved on to the produce aisle and my eyes landed on basket of red, juicy cherries. I never saw cherries so flirtatious. The cherries were red like the hearts that EJ used to leave in his bbm statuses in reference to me. He called me an “angel” and said I left him speechless. In the pit of my stomach, I knew that EJ was to good to be true and just as I choked on the pit of such sensual fruit, the cherries where enticing someone else.

All in all, its time to stop shopping and looking around. Their are so many things within myself that I need to work on. Why do I want a boyfriend? What are my intentions? If I can’t answer those two questions, then frankly I should give up the search. To the gym, I return and in my right mind I hope to stay, its time to stop selling myself short.