Grace

40 acres and a jag
2005-05-28 06:50:40 (UTC)

defender of the faith

that was a story title i had in college. the protagonist
was the epitome of black womanhood throughout the
years/decades/generations. we're supposed to maintain the
culture of "the race", the purity and be the vanguard of
the "poor emasculated black man". oh puhleeze!

anyway, my character's name was lilian. she was engaged to
this american indian guy (if your looking for native
american, you're looking in the wrong place. no natives to
this country). anyway, lilian perceives the problem between
her and her man is one of cultural differences. in her
effort to maintain a friendship with a black friend, she
puts a hold on her engagement plans with robbie. it might
sound a little iffy, but it was a decent plot.

while driving home from work, i was thinking i should've
married a woman. guys aren't worth the shit. they aint
worth a shit; they don't do shit and they're full of shit.
i should've married for money like i'd originally intended.
love dont do shit. it doesnt pay bills and it doesnt make
the lazy bitches get up and do anything worth while. i'm so
angry with myself.




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