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Break the Chains

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photo 5 (12)Break the chains that society has you bond by. That’s the goal. That’s the plan. Something that for most people is impossible. You have to be strong and united. Not easily fooled by the perception of beauty. Your beauty does not look lie mine. My beauty is divine and gorgeous. Don’t not hate on me, hate on yourself. Why don’t you love yourself as much as me. I love myself, I must keep telling myself. Don’t fall into those traps. The traps that society set. Can I be me and be beautiful, while you continue to do you.  I love me for me and I love you for you. As A culture we must learn to to love ourselves like no other would. Nobody will love me as much as I love myself. But I don’t love myself with all my flaws. I see the holes in my body. So many unfilled holes that I must learn to fill. Some way somehow, I pray to God that He helps me. I can’t do this on my own. I’m sick of crying at night, holding myself, asking myself why. Why do I continue to do the same things over and over again. Same set up, just a different guy. It feels like deja vu. Repeating the same day over and over again. It’s sickening and irritating. I wished I could stop the viscous cycle. Spining me around and around. Banging my head on all the walls. When is this cycle going to take me out. Will it be the end of me. I must not let it take me out. Can’t let it get the best of  you, they say. Don’t let your bad out weigh the good, Everybody has a bad day. But tomorrow is a brighter day, they say. Where is my brighter day. Am I not deserving enough.

 

-Jamekea S. Lee

Women vs Society

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In today’s world women are constantly picked and teased about the way that they appear. The standards of a woman are highly and are undeniable impossible for any one woman to conquer. Not every woman will be able to fit the “required” standards. Some will but know that most women will not. They will always to be missing one aspect whether it be big or small, it will still somehow be noticeable to some critic in society and the biggest if them, herself.

As women, we are constantly trying to be better than another. Whether it be with hair, clothes, shoes, cars and rings, we are constantly competing. We are constantly competing because we feel that if we don’t have what someone else’s have, we’re of less value. We’re aren’t the trophy, that somebody would compete for. All of those feelings and thoughts of not being good enough all comes from what we see in society. What we see on billboards and commercials. They are all telling us, that we aren’t good enough if we don’t have this or that. But they’re telling us that without even saying those things. But we know what they’re doing because that little voice in the back of our mind is warning us ” be careful, don’t believe what they say.” While that little voice is right and we’ll listen to it sometimes, there comes the time when we give in.

We give into the temptation of thinking that maybe that person is right maybe what they’re saying is true. If I lower my standards and change the color of my hair and how I look maybe then I’ll be wanted and accepted. But once we give into those temptations there is no coming back from it. Maybe we’ll learn how ignore it and learn to love ourselves more but we will always think of the what ifs. It’s hard to move on from the bad habits and even harder to for better ones because once we grow accustom to somehow, it’s there, always and forever.

Please believe me when I say “don’t you believe those how I changed stories.” Those people have been changed from their old ways but they still think about how they used to be. There is no way to forgot about who you were before. It will always be there in the back of your mind to pop up and remind you. We may feel embarrassed but it’s natural because we didn’t know better in those days.

The key is to use what you been through to move on for a better future. We must remember the times when we were young fools because we thought it would be cool and teach our daughters to do better. We must teach our daughters to love themselves for who they are. No matter their color, no matter their size, no matter anything because as long as they can love who they are it doesn’t matter what others say about their skin and hair. We must also remember to tell them that it will not be easy and that it gets hard sometimes but never give up. We will all hit a few bumps in the road but never give up because the outcome in the long run will be greater.

-Jamekea S. Lee

Lives of Black Women in My Community

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“Look you see that ghetto black girl who is on welfare lives in North Philly and is always fighting.”

As a black woman in America I am often saddened by some of the things that I see on television and social media. I can not even fantom how many times I’ve scrolled down my Facebook timeline and seen many of my friends younger sisters acting a “fool.” Shaking their butts in front cameras, doing the dance to the new party songs that consist mostly of shaking they butts, singing songs that degrading to either themselves or putting women of different sizes down. It breaks my heart sometimes and sometimes I want to write “Stop, this is not acceptable. You should be presenting yourself in this manner. It’s embarrassing. Don’t follow in the same footsteps of your older sister,” but instead I just continue to scroll because I’m am not one for arguments. But do not get me wrong, I’m not scared to say something or to speak my mind and many people know this but I am not the person who embarrasses others over the internet.

While those young girls may be presenting themselves in ways that are considered embarrassing and degrading, I have grown to realize that they know exactly what their doing to themselves. Whenever I see them around the neighborhood and they come up to me and speak, I always ask them “Why are you doing that?” and they always give me the same answer “Huh? What you talking about?” and I say  “You know exactly what I’m talking about” they laugh and began to explain. Deep down inside I know that they appreciate those moments when I sit down and tell them to do better because if they didn’t they wouldn’t even talk to me anymore. And at the end of our conversations we always hug and I tell them to “be good,” and they smile and say “I’m always good.”

To them they see nothing wrong in the actions they do or have committed and to me I see nothing wrong. But to society they’re considered to be uneducated and embarrassing to their race and they become a statistic of “Look you see that ghetto black girl who is on welfare lives in North Philly and is always fighting.” They are not those girls and they and I both know that but it’s too bad that society does not.

-Jamekea S. Lee

Heart

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A caring and soft heart will get you hurt,

But a cold heart, will get you no love.

No heart, and you’re dead

A warm heart brings cold hands, nobody wants to hold.

But a heart like a child with no mother in the want, 

will bring you peace and a sense of life.

To love, care and sing all of the goodness that a heart can bring.

Is something we all want, and sing and leap and dance for.

Though some of us disclaim these things.

We all want what a heart can bring.

We’ve all cried the lies of not wanting much or nothing. 

And we cried tears for those lies.

Because we all have a heart, and every heart wants love.

So don’t listen to the fool who says he has no heart.

Because with no heart you have no sense of life.

Or what you have.

So how will he know he has no heart?

Because he too, does have a heart.

Full of wanting to be understood.

Wanting to relate and speak words of untold stories and never seen dreams.

Wanting another heart to just sit down and just listen for once.

We all have a heart full of the same wants but different goals and different dreams.

Some of us want more than others and some want even more.

We, too have a heart.

Society is Evil

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Society is evil, it tells us what is beautiful and if you’re not what they consider beautiful then you’re just scum. Society tells us that beautiful is being skinny, have a light skin tone, straight teeth, straight hair, big boobs and a nice ass. Society is judgmental and abusive. It’s beats us down when we can not fit into it’s perfect example.

Why must I be thin, have perfect skin, have ass and tits?

I’m thin, sure. I’m skinny, I don’t gain wait. Because I have a fast metabolism.

Perfect skin. No, not I my friend. In my dreams.

Have ass and tits.  Nah, I don’t have neither of those.

So according to society, I’m not beautiful because I can not fit into every category.

And you my friend, you’re not pretty because you do not fit into every category. But those supermodels, cheerleaders, and strippers and what not, they’re beautiful. They’re beautiful because society judges us by our looks not by our intelligence. Society is evil and unfair. I’m tired of the bulls*** it puts us through. Why can’t an average teenager like me be consider pretty or just even worth something in our society? Answer me this.

Society loves knocking down our self esteem, to makes us feel worthless. But it’s up to us to allow how far the knock us down. It’s up to us to duck and dodge the jabs. Because you my friend, you skinny girl with freckles, you big girl with a nice face, you ginger, you African American, you Caucasian, you Asian, you Chinese, you ordinary person reading this blog, you are beautiful.  We, us ordinary people who live in the shadows must enter into the sun and show society, that we are something extraordinary and that society can kiss our ass.

What color is beauty?

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Over the past years there has been many studies on what is defined as beauty. Studies that included people looking at different colored doll babies and choosing the one the thought was pretty.

Below is my poll. I want to know what you think the color of beauty is. So please take the poll below.

Who am I ?

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If I share my stories

I wonder how many people would listen?

How many people would understand my written words?

Would they believe that I’ve gone through so much at an age I am?

I highly doubt people will react.

But I guess I can try

To catch a few people attention

Hope they’ll understand me.

Don’t judge me

Keep your comments to yourself

Both the good and the bad.

Because when I spoke there wasn’t much confidence.

And I don’t need you to shatter my knees,

So I have to look up to you with fear in my eyes.

I don’t know whether or not you’ll get others to criticize me.

Chastise me.

Belittle me so I feel like nothing.

Because when I share my stories there won’t be much confidence.

But I’ll like to keep the little bit I do have.

So please I ask of you

Don’t criticize me

Just listen and try to understand

What I’m going through

Just lend me an ear

And a small fraction of your heart

I know I can be hard and difficult to talk to.

But that’s because I built up this wall that I need help tearing down

I’m afraid of getting hurt.

More than I already have

But if you give me time

I’ll tell you eventually.

You just have to be willing to stand by me for however long it takes  for me to come clean.

Which can take months or even years.

I’ll tell you

How it feel and how I felt

Don’t judge me when I do

Because I was young and foolish

I didn’t know right from wrong

Good vs evil.

I evil take over

Get the best of me.

That was my past

This is my present.

I’m changed

A changed person

And everyday

I try to make it better

But when I truly become who I am,

Then I’ll tell you who I was

My Self-Worth Poem

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It took me years, most of my teens

to realize my self-worth.

But when I found it,

I couldn’t explain how good I felt

I can’t.

I can only merely try to put it in words.

But most won’t understand

because you don’t know my story

And never heard my cries.

I remember some days I would lay down and cry.

Hoping, Praying

That when I rose everything would be over, better.

It was for a while

Until when I turned around and lied.

Lied to myself, while trying to keep promises with everybody else.

Lying to myself, going against my own word.

Because I didn’t want others to feel pain.

Self- inflicting my own self

Because I couldn’t hurt… others.

But myself… quick fast and in a hurry.

Because then, I didn’t know my self-worth.

So I began to read,

Scriptures, passages, poems

Hoping they’ll bring some sense.

Sense of life.

Sense of me.

They made me feel good

but made no sense.

I couldn’t comprehend.

Their messages didn’t speak,

They talked word I couldn’t understand

It just wasn’t me

Wasn’t meant for me

So I lost hope and never had faith.

A never ending cycle.

The snake the rat the cat the dog.

Vulnerable and open for evil to come get me.

But I waited

Kept praying

Time passed and there was no changes.

Because all the while I was lying to myself.

Avoiding the obvious

So I couldn’t find peace.

Not with myself, not with the world.

Lies on lies on lies

No truth.

But then it stopped

After all the hurt and pain

After being exposed to others for what I really was

I had to come out

Come true

And finally

Finally

I realized my self-worth

I have self-worth.

Me.

Even after being looked down on,

Talked about

Through it all I realized my self-worth.

I have self-worth.

And so does you.

by Jamekea S. Lee aka HipsterShakur