Chronicles Of Chiney B

I  want dominion over my hair before I turn to the woman who grew snakes from her head because I can’t imagine life with my natural hair, anymore. I couldn’t afford my bills and the hairdresser on a triweekly basis. OK maybe that’s a bit extreme but I have become so tender headed that I don’t know how to imagine myself with better hair so Yes, I went back. Back to the creamy crack.... or maybe it’s not too late. Never mind... definitely too late I permed my hair again only because.... Wait I wanted this change because I hate my hair.... I can’t believe I said that out loud( well technically in writing and not out loud) I try not to say my truths out loud But I need my hair to reflect how I’m feeling inside and out..maybe that’s why it won’t grow.  Anyways you get into little fits or arguments with people over small things and that’s where your personality comes out. Sometimes it’s magical. Sometimes it’s over stupid shit sometimes I wish they offered tequila shots at the hair ...

My Dearest Maurice,   Yo, you got me all twisted up in the game to think that I will ever let you go. Never.   I'm a Blogger Now at first it didn’t seem like a big deal, but there is nothing more important than having a platform to express yourself, therefore I am thankful. The last few years has brought me much pain, your music kept me going. So I guess this is just an appreciation post. We go way back like bag juice and coco bread so this ago have some Patwa inna it for those who appreciate our culture. Although mi cyah believe seh ah from suh long mi know yuh, unless yuh have one twin. I remember when I first came to this country I was so obsessed with the idea of sounding “American”, I denounced my British Jamaican accent to fit in, i was afraid to speak in an apparent fear of sounding too Awkward. Now that i think back on it, i should slap myself. Just Be yourself. I just wanted to be a normal girl, or whatever that looks like. I used to study lyrics and try to imitate th...

The PlayWrite, I stopped in for a drink, quite a sensation. I’m Looking to write plays for movies or one day turn my book into a movie. I’ve been living in this city more than 1/2 my life and I’ve only been to this side of town a few times. At first glance you realize that wealth lives here. An Affluent town paved in white, or Caucasian I use the two interchangeably. I think it’s interesting how the standards of white changes based on who you ask. What I’ve learned living here is that we’re all just humans trying to get along irregardless of color. What makes a city racist exactly , is it the perceived racist experience that we expect and is that reality created by self? I anticipated a bad experience due to my own prejudices. I guess the world is not that bad after all, did I just hear “Get out”, if there wasn’t a bit of a challenge would it be worth getting into. Should everything be easy? I’ve barely benefited from affirmative action because I’m an immigrant. I came here with my son...

I have been drowning myself in your music so I could get a sip of what my life would be like if I were yours, way to dream big Brittania. I wanna submerge myself in you, so I can be there to help you grow. I’ve checked out the music from your influences and I know we have the same appreciation for the times. 70-80 era, parts of me want to bring back burlesque to Boston, or maybe it still exist. I’ve loved you since you first said Yo! Many beautiful women have come across your table fly in design and beautiful in stature but none like me I’m sure. Certain people would ask what makes this girl so special? Honestly, I’m different but I’m afraid our love will bring tears to our eyes. Maybe they’re are parts of me that feel like you’ll take me out of the self observed bubble that I have been in for years. You live a life of always looking over your shoulder moving much faster than mine. I couldn’t relate, I’m always on the go tho. Maybe heart is longing for things that don’t belong to me. I...

  {I be your clown, on your favorite channel} Today feels like it looks, miserable the rain is pouring down hard on my rooftop, im nerdular so im analyzing how big the raindrops are. Remembering that time one inch balls of hail left my car completely fucked up, much like my emotions right now. Crushing on someone is a big deal, falling in love with comes with way more responsibility.  I’m filled with emotions as blood gushes to my pad. Totally TMI,   I know the female body is interesting just two days ago I made a phone call to red cross in hopes to get rid of some blood and god answered, as he often does, trying to trust him more and let him guide my ship. My life of sorts; is kind of in shambles. I haven’t been able to connect. I’m missing my friend, been talking to him since I was 12, and now I cant even get a text. There’s a void in my life all my closest friends have started peeling themselves away from me. The loneliness has started to set in, with no friends and ...

“Today hurts, but it will get better”-Chiney B The notes I tell myself over and over again until the time comes where I feel your loving embrace again Robbed of the one thing that makes me, me Your fathers name I curse for doing this to me Trauma after trauma you lock me away because you are done with me “Is that the response you were hoping for”?, followed by subtle laughter Silly reasons every Americans liberty but I as an immigrant should not enjoy such liberties A walk to the park, in an ambulance you go,  A drink at the bar, in an ambulance you go Question my activities in an ambulance you go Death of your father weakens you, in an ambulance you go A night at a friends house your truck breaks down in an ambulance you go Validity or not you are a black woman so your sanity you must prove so we can examine you. Trauma beseeches you! My personality a blank mixture of things I no longer recognize. Tap tap, stay still while I inject my pain  Intramuscular be sure not to contam...

  Last night was quite an interesting night. I sat in my truck in a debacle for quite some time. To go or not to go, after all I wasn’t dressed as nice as I would like, especially for the palm. Wondering if I should enjoy my night out or go home. The girl in jeans. I mean who wear jeans to such a well established place, I wish I had a bit more guidance but some hands I’m too afraid to trust. The Palm, Might I say a staple of Boston Or one of the best to say the least. My favorite part of the establishment was the wall as you approach the bathroom filled with cartoon caricatures. Is this a place for fine fur? it gives me great pause. Your Paloma was quite good a bit too much salt. Wait staff was very friendly quite pleasant. I wish I had chosen better attire but I’m coming into myself so forgive me for just needing a moment. Moments are precious to me.  The butterfly shrimp was delicious a tad bit too much salt but delicious non the less. Presentation was nice. But let’s get do...