Still (Not So) Unsure

I was actually coming to type a post called "Don't Even Bother" and just direct you to my Tumblr with no inhibition or regard to this blog. But I'm suddenly apprehensive. Like, what if I want to write something OD? I'm also a hoarder. This is probably me fighting to not let go. This blog will forever remain. It's a testament to my college career.

However, my progress and further trials are/will be shown on my tumblr account. I've posted poems. And pictures. Quotes, of course. And semi- lengthy text. It's not what you're used to. But it's what works for me, as of late. I can post updates from my phone, which gives me a lot more freedom then this blog has. Free will is just that. You have the right to choose.

I'll be here.

Won't You Join Me?

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Not Quite Neglected

I'm here today.

Gone tomorrow.

I know.

Look on the bright side though.

I have not completely forsaken you.

I'm pseudo-blogging elsewhere... as of yesterday.

See?

I don't know what this means. I'm just getting a feel for things, but I'm still accessible. Keep up with me.

Please?

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Thought for the Day 7/9

Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

Martin Luther King Jr.

Sounds like a Lupe punch Line.

Right?
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If One Drop of Black Blood Makes You Black, Like They Say...

Came across this while browsing Tatyana Fazlalizadeh's website.
It's Uh-mazing.

Immediately made me think of Smokey Robinson's poem about being a "Black American". I'm sure I've posted it before, but I'm not sure that you've seen it. His poem begins at 0:40 sec.

Get free.


Intrigued,
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