The Crap No One Likes to Talk About…

I am beyond super excited to finally start the blog that I have been dreaming about. Welcome!!!

Now, I’m just going to cut to the chase…

I am your best friend. When I mean your best friend, I mean the one you always dreamed of but never had for whatever reason. The Beyonce to your Kelly, the Batman to your Robin, the Tina Fey to your Amy Poehler, the Jay to your Silent Bob, the Garth to your Wayne….that’s me!

Now let’s really get to the chase…

Situation: Talking to a friend about clothes and she said she had some but wasn’t sure if I would like them because they were “white girl clothes.” First off, I took one of those deep, saving your life type breaths because I didn’t understand what the heck she meant by white girl clothes and I didn’t want to go slap off in a rant. As far as I knew, clothes were clothes. This situation reminded me of the crap I have heard all of my life. I am supposedly not “black” enough to be black and not “white” enough to be white. This seems to be the case for any person of color, tint, or hue who doesn’t speak with slang all the time and has education but still likes great music (shoutout to Mom for blasting GREAT music early in the morning everyday and singing in the car…she is the real MVP.) Although, this situation was really small, it shows me that we are still not there yet in the world. But that’s not what this blog is about now is it?

Next… this election. Now sweetie, we could go on and on about the craziness that is going on in our country but there is not enough time in the day or in the world so we will just sum it up for you. The Republican Party candidates= H-E- double hockey sticks NOOOO! The Democratic Party candidates= see above. I just wish there was an undo button for this election. Can we undo all of the candidates and choose completely new ones?!?!? I see at least one good platform point in each person’s campaign but no one stands out to me as being the person I want to have the highest position in this country. What makes it more sad is that this will be my first year to vote like many others!

Finally…being you. I absolutely hate that we, as people, can’t be real with one another. I rather someone come out to me and tell me the truth than to lie to me about who they are. The truth always comes out either through your actions or through some slick words that fall out of the side of your mouth. Either way, the real you will be revealed. Yes, it’s not okay in all settings to be a racist but I rather know you are a racist than for me to be friends with you and you and your family won’t even allow me in your home. *cough cough*  I rather know you for all that you are. I rather be real with you than for me to be fake.

I hope I didn’t scare you off by this long post but for the first time in a long time, I feel like I could finally release! Stay tuned…

Love them, love her, love him, love you, love me

Love Karaa


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