how come....people throw their money at you or leave it on the counter when you have your hand out but they want their change in their hands?
how come....people can't read a well-placed obvious sign. (a person standing right next to the bathroom sign..."wheres the restroom?")
how come....the business office workers at my university get an attitude when you come to collect your credit balance check. (i mean damn i'm the one who should be pissed its my damn money!)
how come....difference is seen as a negative and not a positive.
how come....many activists lose their faith.
how come....a father of one of my mentees asked me what it was like to be the president of the black student union and not be black. (hello! i am black dag!!! so what i'm light!!!)
how come....i am so light that when i was younger i had white friends who said "nigger" around me on the regular (in reference to black people) and when i confronted them about what they said...they inevitably would say, "you're not really black" just because they found out i was bi-racial.
how come....i am too serious for my own mental state!
how come....i'm venting now for no apparent reason.
how come....i'm graduating from college in May 2002 and i'm scared...sh*tless!
how come...
ahhh fugg it...i'm out!
peace
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