AMARAISM
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Healthy Lifestyle: Might Not Make It
5 TIPS TO BEAUTIFUL BROWN SKIN
Eat Your Fruits and Vegetables
Get Your H20
Stay Smoke-Free
Sources:
Meeting the Montgomery Food Council
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Gems on Georgia Ave
Georgia Avenue. A location familiar to many D.C. residents, Howard University students and members of the Silver Spring community in Maryland. It is a colorful street decorated with black owned businesses, perfume and oil spots and ethnic cuisine from all over the world. Two spots, Dulcinea and Salt & Pepper Grill are new to the neighborhood that is Georgia Avenue.
Dulcinea
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Bad Women's Club
Monday, December 5, 2011
The Black Renaissance Man
What happened to the real Black Renaissance Men of the world? The supposed products of illustrious HBCUs such as Howard University and Morehouse College. What happened to the black men who referred to his female black counterparts as "sisters", are well informed about the history of his nation and have traditional views on relationships and sex? What happened to those men? Where are they hiding?
Being a sophomore at the #1 HBCU, Howard University, coined as "the real HU," I struggle with finding "REAL" black men. I understand that many of us are young and still growing in ourselves and men can easily argue that there is a lack of real black women but something's got to give! I feel as though I know a lot of people at Howard who can be rappers...and that's not ok. Rarely do I hear discussion about political views, religion, socioeconomic issues or just overall setbacks in our society. I do, however hear countless arguments about who's a better rapper, what football team is better, the discussion of lightskin vs. darkskin and other amateur topics. Brothers, I don't want to rush your growth but I do encourage your maturity. Educate yourself outside of your 16 credits. Figure out why exactly you are a student at Howard University or whatever school you attend. Talk about that. Talk about your dreams, aspirations and how you're going to get there. Those vibrations will keep our generation united, motivated and together. Have my black sisters fall in love with your DIGNITY not your DI..... Speak to people. Engage in conversation. Relay your knowledge to the streets. Open the door for ladies. Let them go on the shuttle first. Offer up your seat. Help her pick up her books. Compliment on her outfit. Say hello and good morning! If you like her, take her out somewhere...not straight to your dorm room. Go to the park, go see the monuments, walk around U Street. Don't make excuses, just do it and be efficient. Be verbose! It's time for a change...like a real one.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Amy Winehouse's Suicide Note
Death, a shape, a thing. Death, a sound, a movement. Death is black, death is going back to black. They use my face. They use my eyes. They sell my soul. They touch me, they molest me. They tell me to stand,
they tell me to sing. They plead with me to become.
They make me filthy, then they say they want to cleanse me. Death, the hour awaits, I have nothing, I am neither human nor a machine, stuck in between. I am neither a thing nor a feeling. I am neither alive nor dead. Death, the voice that sinks, the happiness that lingers in the flesh itself.
Death, they tell me to sing for the people. I say nothing, my words are nothing but futile distraction. I lie to humanity. I am a false icon. I am a disease, they, want me to spread. They want me to distract, they use my suffering as a tool to keep the people watching.
When will she break down? I want to break down. Death, awaits those with nothing left. Death, awaits those who betray their life for the meaningless rewards of the future. I want to die, I will die, moments,
appearances, all falsities. They want me to sing and dance, they want me to please when there is only suffering left. They want me to be genuine, when it is all process. Fame, fake happiness, pretend desires. It’s all fake, it’s all dead.
Death, it’s all really dead.
Death, I’ve died a hundred times, so what’s one more.