I cannot believe the unbeliveable gall and NERVE of SOME PEOPLE!!!!!
I did my post yesterday to commemorate the anniversary of our 44th President taking office.
I did not expect to EVER recieve the comment that I opened in my inbox.
I will not post such ignorance on here but to call me the "N" word and to post anomously .....
NO!! I am not going to be descreet about it, you called me a nigger! How dare you!!!!!
It is ignorance like that that keeps people like you in sheets!!!
I see that you were not brave enough to post it with your name.
Let's get a few things straight....
I am a proud African-American woman and I am a democrat.
I did not vote for Obama because of the color of his skin. I originally voted for Hillary in the primaries.
But once I listened to him ..I liked what he stands for and he received my vote.
If that were the case then why did I not vote for Colin Powell?
The purpose of the post was to show how proud I was of that day and the strides that we as a country have made to overlook such simplicities as race.
But for some, I see, they are just simple.
I do not disrespect anyone on my blog or anywhere else.
I firmly believe that we are all children of God and that under his love there is no difference.
It is that same love that has compelled me to pray for you because I truly feel pity for you.
It must be tiring to have that much ignorance weighing you down.
For my bloggy sisters who gave words of support, " thank you."
I would like to think that I can find solice in bloggy land...
The world we live in is hard enough. But to be verbally assaulted here is beyond my reason.
There is a saying that, " Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me.."
To a degree this is true. But is it not words that give the command for war? Or restore peace?
Words have a great impact on us...even me.
I am a person, just like you. If I am cut.. I bleed. And if I am slandered ..I am hurt just like you.
So Anonymous.. whoever you are. Remember this:You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.