Diary of an unmarried black woman, life

Is it Rape Culture, or does your SINGLE ASS just DRESS like a whore & PROVOKE it?

I haven’t posted my daily nablopomo posts due to lack of time but I would like to share some of the good stuff that’s out there and what I couldn’t keep to myself.

A lot of us black females experienced a situation like this but most of the time there wasn’t a brother that spoke up for us. I love this piece and can’t wait till part 2 comes. Signing off, 32 year old working student.

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“Look at bae!” I said under my breath as I watched a tall, brown-skinned, Monica-from-Love-and-Basketball looking woman walk past me & bat her eyes, lookin’ like a pretty ass giraffe grazing the savanna, despite the fact we were on a 24-hour-fitness basketball court.

She was wearing a black t-shirt, with the words, “you go girl” printed on it, long black basketball warmup pants, the Jordan Cool Greys, a white head band to hold back her huge curls and a naked face.

I could tell she was giving me, “the look”, because it wasn’t just a glance. She looked at me, glanced down, then slowly raised her brown eyes, until they were at my eye level. She was giving me the look Nala gave Simba in, “The Lion King”, before the two of them rolled around & made love in the grass.

“I’ll play you for it,” she said, rolling her…

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Journey, life, Motivational

Outfit – I am what’s underneath

Speechless. Love the way how she strips down her layers in order to rise up as a ,transformed caterpillar, butterfly. Everybody has a life story and there’s someone who needs to hear yours as a light at the end of their tunnel.


After I barely slept last night there were two things that needed to be done. Write a story to accompany these pictures and ask my husband if he was okay with this post. The What’s Underneath project really got under my skin. Literally. So this is my way of sharing what’s underneath it all.

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life, NaBloPoMo

Literate for a Day

If only these walls could talk…the world would know just how hard it is to tell the truth in a story in which everyone’s a liar. – Gregg Olsen

Call it in need of inspiration or just too lazy to come up with a subject to write about and too lazy to finish my draft posts but today, well actually a couple of days ago, I saw a prompt that caught my attention and I thought: This is something I can work with.
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