I will miss her when she leaves 2300 Pennsylvania Ave.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
It is damn near 2017. And besides the fact that Orange Glo, ashy ass Donald Trump is still running for the highest office of the land, I don't wanna talk about any of that: What and the actual fuck is up with Omarosa's brows?
I have sooooo many questions. WHO in the name od Sweet Baby Black Jesus with the mink lashes did this?
And why the hell does it look like her brows are running from each other? Like one of them mugs is a cheesing Usain Bolt going for the gold in Rio and the other is that other struggle dude running next to no him that no remembers?
Do her brows not like each other? Are they beefing? Is one of them a Trump supporter and the other an HRC supporter and they're fighting on her face? These are things I need to know.
Now, I noticed her brows in an article on mediatite.com in which she says every Trump critic "will have to bow down."
Uhhh... ma'am. The only thing that needs to bow down is your brows. See. This is what happens when you publicly endorse and stump for your former boss on "The Apprentice" and you are appointed his Black ass representative and are paid a by the negro fee for every Black person who votes for Trump.
I promise you, I can't. I mean. Me? I need to fill some brows at this very moment. Like right now. Because hypothyroidism is a a beast on my brows.
Omarosa needs to fire her brow lady tho. They did her DIRTY. She don't like you. She's a Hillary supporter.
She ain't your friend.
Now, 'Ro Ro you know there are too many brow options in 2016 to go outchere looking like this.
Chics got whole apostrophes painted on their eye regions.And Ro Ro out here with brows looking like whut?
This is why I don't trust you, Omarosa: Those brows.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
And while simple mofos try to drag her hair and her edges for being Black, she will have enough coins to buy edges for e'ry damn body.
We still have not learned.
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
There is power in calling things as they are. And all I see is a man who will not get to see his kids grow up. Who was removed by force from his family. A 15-year-old who needs his father more than ever. But the state of Louisiana handled that situation for him.
I'm tired of the platitudes. The memes. The tragedy spreading like wildfire across my social media newsfeeds. We post. We march. We pray. And this shit happens all over again. Wash, rinse and repeat. I mean.
What is the plan, y'all? And why do we even have to keep asking this question? Why do we have to keep asking police not to kill us with no retribution, no punishment, just a slap on the wrist. Black
people in this country are killed for sport -- and we stay losing.
Our souls are being hunted. And we cannot even rest from the grave. Inextricably, we will see images of Alton's murder splashed across social media and newscasts. I am not ready. I can't. Not yet. Mentally, I am not ready to go there. I can't watch. Do the details even matter though?
I'm not going to bother to repeat them here; look them up. All you need to know is that another Black man is dead. And I am ready to scream, cry and hug my children even tighter.
This made my little Black heart smile. Ciara is a beautiful bride. Congrats to the happy couple. I hope they have a lot of babies. Black love. If no one else won't love us, we still will.