I’ve tried to live my life in a way that I don’t do things or make decisions that can hurt or damage anyone else. I don’t believe that I’ve done anything to make anyone overly upset. If I have, please let me know and I’ll write you something.
I guess this would have to be my father. But I already wrote him something already…do I have to elaborate further?
You both died my freshman year of college and when you passed, I didn’t feel anything. No hurt. No sadness. No happiness. Nothing. I’ve always wondered why you both never came around. I’m sure it had a lot to do with the fact that I was my father’s child, but all my life you lived less than 10 minutes away from me and you never came to see me once. You only called my mother to ask where my father was, never to speak to me. When you died, I was surprised that your neighbors knew who I was and that you (grandmother) spoke of me often. I was always jealous of Everette because you were the grandparents to him that I wish I had in my life. I never understood why and I always thought that you both had hate in your heart for me. As an adult, I understand why I was treated the way I was. It was never right, but I understood. I think that I have gotten to the point where I’m trying to forgive those that treated me wrong and you both were on that list somewhere.
I remember the last conversation that I had with you (grandfather). You talked to me about music and all of the accomplishments you made. How you played for Roberta Flack and how you taught music in schools and colleges. I learned that I guess I got my love from music from you. It would have been awesome to have learned things from you but…such is life.
I remember the last conversation that I had with my grandmother. I remember you calling me to tell me that my grandfather died and I simply said, “sorry for your loss”. I didn’t know what to say because I didn’t know either of you enough to feel bad. I remember the day that you died I was at work at the Aquarium and I was thinking about you, which was odd. I got in my mom’s car after work and told her that I was gonna call you when I got in the house and she said, “well you can’t call her now because she’s dead.”
I guess sometimes I wish that I did call more or made an effort to get to know you both, but I always felt like you both should have cared enough to try to get to know me. I don’t know if any of this letter is making any sense or not, but I guess what I’m trying to say is that underneath all of my anger for you that love exists and that you’ve taught me what not to do whenever I have children/grandchildren.
I don’t really have anyone who fits this description so…yeah…
Dear Dorothy Height,
I really wish that I could have gotten a chance to meet you! You are everything I want to be! You gave your life to public service and you stayed fly while working hard to make this country a better place for black women, really all women for that matter. Your life is such an inspiration to all public administrators and non-profit workers. If I could make an ounce of the difference that you made, I would have accomplished so much! Striving to be a trailblazer and trendsetter just like you!
My favorite internet friend? All of my internet friends are people I know for the most part so… that shouldn’t count…lol
Yo seriously?! I’ve been delaying this post because don’t want to write this. I’ll write the obvious one because everyone knows who it is…*Wall slides on the floor and rolls around* *long dramatic SIGH*
Dear…well you know who you are…
I don’t exactly know how to begin this. I met you at Roland Park, and well I really wish I didn’t sometimes. I liked you sooooooo much back then. Nobody couldn’t tell me that you weren’t the best looking boy I ever saw. SMH I look back over the things that I did, all of the extra awkward encounters…I was embarassed a lot. All I wanted was for you to like me. My feelings were hurt a lot over you & I think a lot of things you did, you did it to be nice. You’d come around and entertain me to be nice but really I’m pretty sure you didn’t feel like I did. I always wondered what if I had said something in a direct manner, but then I did and yeah…-__-
I never really understood why I liked you for so long. I think something or someone is appealing because its something that you know will never happen. But…when the opportunity comes for something to come into fruition, it’s no longer appealing…then you back away from it. That’s me. I think I wanted something that I thought would never happen. I’m glad it didn’t. I don’t want someone who really was making me put up effort because you don’t care, and that my friends have talked about and have thoughts of sleeping or have slept with. They’ll never tell me I’m sure, but I’m far from stupid.
But anywho, to my long ass crush, there’s a lot I haven’t said because it doesn’t matter anymore. Dear Sir, I hope you are doing well and that life is treating you well. I’m sure I’ll see you around randomly!
Photo from Dr. Martin Luther King’s memorial service, 1968, displayed at the Muhammad Ali Center, Louisville, KY.
(Source: alicenter.org, via blackculture)
Is that Chef Roble´? I love him!
i soooo want him and his crew to cook for me
Chef Roble is trying to get his sessy on! Yes! lol He can cook for me hunny…lol
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YES! This is awesome!