Stressed in the City



 Hiya Peeps,
One of the things I wanted to do for 2012 is to stop cussing.  I decided I am on my grown woman stride, In an effort to exude good energy I want to find other ways to express my dissatisfaction with the daily Bull-Sheeeeeeeet that comes along to test me. This may sound ghetto as hell, but some-times cursing two bad word, is the only thing to do that makes sense to me, but I am determined to grow up.


Test One:
I went to class, just minding my own business, doing my thing, the book that week was written by black Trinidadian author, as the only black student in the class every time my class mates said any-thing controversial the whole class would stare at me to gage my reaction. (Yes I was uncomfortable as hell. But I'll be damned, I paid my money, right?)  Why did another student choose this time to make a racially loaded statement while looking straight at me? The old me would have asked this silly bitch if she wants to see the REAL black. But the new me just dusted the dirt off, and in my most sophisticated voice asked her to explicitly explain what she meant or retract the statement. That day I had to call on the Universe.


The Book

Test Two:
I was at the day job minding my own business, doing my thing, printing some private material for an article I had written. (You know you do it too) WHY, tell me why peeps did a woman that I work with feel the need to go and tell management? The old me would have asked this individual if they're a Rascl**t messenger, and told her 'to go and look ah man and come out of my business'. The new me just stopped speaking to this individual. I ain't gonna lie, I really wanted to bruk out, that day I called on the Universe and Jah.

Had to stop lisening to Pac before work. It's all about the slow jams

Test Three
 I now commute work via the over head train. So as I am going along on my normal journey, doing my thing, after buying a ticket for One hundred and thirty pounds, why did the ticket inspector still pull me over to discuss my journey? Ensuring I missed two trains hence making me late for work. Only to confirm I had the correct ticket. Despite calling on the Universe, Allah, Jah, and every other God I know I jus' couldn't take it. ...

The Crime Scene aka where the ticket harrasment took place

 I am ashamed to say all hell broke loose that day. In that train station; a community policeman tried to roll up and get in my face I cussed this fool out and the ticket inspector too. Yes I did! He got all the the cussing that I had been holding in from earlier events and I was on some straight, I don't give mess. Today I just ain't havin' this. IT FELT SO GOOD! What can I say guys, I fell off. City life is stressful, but I acknowledge It is time to switch it up, No excuses. I do not want to ruin my flawless complexion with stress bumps. I know better, therefore it is time to do better by putting away childish things, so I am taking up the challenge again. Send me your good vibes will really need it.