Author: Amanda

She Came | She Saw | She Conqured

So you got married….. and didn’t invite me

This is not the way that I wanted to express any post this month. I had it all figure out and stuff. Excited to post and BOOM!

  1. I got sick for two weeks
  2. Missed work and had an audit in a few days of returning
  3. And then I’ve been “spending quality time with my mister“, so I haven’t been home.

These shouldn’t but an excuse but I’ll publish those post later.

So I’m editing the life out of this post just to have it extremely detailed. Disclaimer : I’m bias! So I don’t care!

So my best friend and I happened to be discussing the plans for her upcoming wedding for 2015. From the colors, the venue, the official date, and the wedding party. While discussing the bridal party, she starts listing the woman that will be apart of her big day. As she starts, she’s absolutely sure her maid of honor is her, sister, up next is me, her cousin, and then she halted. She continues to express,

“I don’t know who else to choose as a bridesmaid because I feel that if you weren’t apart of the union you don’t need to be standing in my wedding”. 

I believe in it too but, tell me if I am wrong. I value all opinions here.

She continues and says a friend from high school. But let me clarify this for you, they met when she relocated and started school upstate. They were so close, it was as if they were best friends. ( SHADE thrown when someone else calls your best friend there’s). So as the years went on, both women grew up and found love! It’s a Beautiful thing. BUT somethings started to go left. My Bff’s friend starts to keep things to minimal about the relationship she was having with this man. It went from, I met him threw a friend to, we went on vacation to, I’m engaged! We were all like what? Where does he come from? Where he live at? You know his family? Do you feel like that this is your life partner?  Let the chips fall as they may, congratulations girl. Now it gets interesting. My Bff and her friend are conversing on the phone and she tells her that she’s getting married immediately and will have a bigger wedding next year. OKAY. My Bff gives her a simple suggestion of having a small beach wedding in Miami, where he was living  at the time, instead of thinking big. Her family immediate family can there, and so can his. But she tells her no and that they’ll be getting married at the justice of the peace! Cool! Congrats when that happens. A few weeks later, my Bff goes on instagram to browsing during free time, and finds out her friend got married the beach!!! Wait what?

Okay here goes the Bias,

Um, girl you wouldn’t even see my invitation. We could have never been friends that you really didn’t invite me to your wedding but on top of that, you didn’t tell me that you were at least getting married on this day of the year? WOW. But I have a similar situation, and just to simplify it, she got married in the church I introduced her to, where she reconnected with the man she married, and the friend that  I introduced to her was at the wedding and not I. We didn’t fight or anything, I was speaking to the girl and everything, but I wasn’t invited to the wedding.

So, a little help here, would you put this woman in your bridal party? (SHADE given)

Missing voices…..

I truly wish that the children of this generation really understood what Dr. King stood for. On Instagram, Facebook, and twitter all day, people gave recognition to the KING. It was a beautiful thing to see but, the only thing about it was that, the pictures that were shared aren’t the story.

Photography only holds the moments. They don’t carry the story. The way to carry the story is by reiterating it. Where are the voices? The people who can make magic believable?

We no longer have activist with big enough voices to carry the story to our youth. Death after death, injustice after injustice, yet no one gets up and makes a difference. The children don’t understand how big of a voice  Dr. King had, and one that they stole from us. The strength that it took to gather so many people. The dedication that it took for us to be able to sit in classrooms in any seat available. We still have some talking to do, we aren’t fully equal but, we’re not as divided as we use to be.

Not to sell any of today’s activist short of what they believe in, but where are you? Lets be honest, the only time I may see you is if its a paid conference, a university graduation, a supreme court case, or some unfair injustice thats in media demand. Where are you in our communities? Walk the streets, shake hands, hell smoke a cigarette and talk about life, do something other than the media.

If you didn’t already know, I live in New York City, the city of the hype. Manhattan is nice, but not all parts of Brooklyn, or the Bronx, or Queens, but those place don’t get recognition. Why, because of the media. The greatest city in the world, Nope. It’s fun for site seeing, and traveling, but come on the train with me, lets count all the homeless people, let me take you to where they sell drugs, let me show you how one block radius make a difference in your status. Its just sickening.

I work by 125th and Lexington, Harlem USA, Drug infested, and a huge amount of homeless persons due to the multiple shelters in the vicinity. I got off the train one day and waited for the bus to take me to work, and Bill Thompson who was running for Mayor in 2013 happened to be on the corner. Laughing, handing out fliers, and shaking hands. But just steps away from him lays a man, passed out on the pavement, blue in the face. A pedestrian mentioned to one of his colleagues about the man laying on the floor. His colleague then whispers in Thompson’s ear of this matter, and all that man did was walk away. No 911, nothing.

He’s suppose to be a voice, instead he’s only doing this for the media. I could’ve video recorded the whole incident and sent it off to world star. But no I did not. I’m not even into all that mess to begin with, and second he’ll have his day in court with his maker.

We need more voices. Someone needs to live out the dream, remind everyone how far we came from and how much further we have to go.