Michael Tavon's Blog, page 8
July 9, 2016
July 7, 2016
Pop Quiz for white
Another day another man lost due to police violence. Another: brother,son, father, loved one gone in vain. We watched Alton Sterling reach to the sky gasping for his final breath after five bullets pierced through his body. We saw Philando get slain in front of his girlfriend and daughter. I can go on for days about the unjust killings cops commit, specifically on people who look like me. People who pay bills like me. People who take care of their family like me. People who love like me. People who have to live with extra caution, because we were born with a target on their backs like me.Its hard enough being a human, imagine what life is like when your skin inst pale.
African Americans are hated for no reason. I wish Caucasians & cops would sit back and ponder on the reason why they hate us?
Why were we enslaved?
Why were we hung?
Why were we segregated?
Why are jails mostly filled with people of color?
Why are we continuously being mishandled by cops?
I would like one logically explanation.
Racism should not exist because we all need each other. The world is cold, and life is hard. Why must the system make it 3x harder for black people. We’re just like you we just want to be loved, take care of our families, live out our dreams, Grow old.
Here’s another question for white people.
Would you like to receive the same treatment African Americans receive?
Please respond with you answers/
July 6, 2016
Times (You & I) circa 2012
im Reminiscing,dreaming
On the times I’m missing
days were much brighter
Air was less dryer
Birds flew much higher…
When we were kids
Every thing,was less complicated
We sang and danced,
Played wife and husband
Until the street lights came on
Then we ran home…
Now I’m still on that same road
You left me on…
You left me alone
With nothing but the memories
Of you and I…
Of us laying on the grass
Looking at the sky…
Now I’m staring at
The letter of your last goodbye
my tears have dried
On “sincerely yours”
B/c all I can do is cry
About the good times we had
The moments we can’t play back
The days we will never have
Say good bye to you
My friend…hope to see you
Again….to we find a new beginning
July 4, 2016
Women
Another 4th of July
Another year I’ll be watching fireworks
Spark the sky without a shoulder to wrap my arm around
Every holiday is just a reminder of how far away I am from love.
Each year I go through a series of female disappointments just to come back to full circle.
Wasted time. Wasted money. Wasted efforts.
I wish there was a way I could set up a reimbursement plan for when shit doesn’t work out.
Like “Bitch I want my money back for the dates it took you out on, I want the minutes I wasted on you back, and the effort I put in, I need that too”
But no I get nothing. Nothing in return.
The only difference between this year and the previous years is I’m placing myself at fault.
I choose the wrong women
I should have better judgement by now.
My brother Drew told me “ You chase lame women. You fall backwards for Women who aren’t even cool enough for you”
Which is true.
I think I can influence women to be cooler, but like Drew said “ You can’t save a lame hoe”
I tend to attract a lot of emotionally/mentally damaged women. It’s weird I’m like a magnet. They always come to me. And by nature I feel as if it’s my job to save them,but fuck that I’m too young and I’m not Dr.Phil.
What’s sad I’m not asking for much
I just want a pretty gal, with sense of humor, good taste in music, and isn’t bat shit crazy,but it’s cool.
This is another year
Celebrating holidays alone.
July 2, 2016
June 28, 2016
Currently 6/28/16
I'm25. With 3 books published, with three more almost done. I work as a telemarketer for the Tampa Bay Times. No car. Most people don’t know this, but I’m terrified of driving. I damn near black out when I get behind the wheel.. I don’t get it. My uncle with poor motor skills can drive, but I can’t
Uncle Sam is a fuckboy
I’m currently take a nice dook thinking about how life is just a system and we’re all just robots in it.
Everyday I wake up. Get dressed. No breakfast. Go to work. For 6-8 I listen to old hags complain about how our news is too liberal.I try to swindle money out of the same hags to earn commission. I would make more money if I was heartless. Every day I hear “I’m on a fixed income”, “ my social security is less than last year” as they beg and plea for me to lower the price on their newspaper subscription. When I deny their advances I can hear the cracking disappointment in their voices. The news in St.Pete, Fl is depressing, idky anyone reads it, but when you’re 85 and your family has moved on the paper is all you have. And here I am trying to suck money out of them. I’m a prick lol.
Some of these old people are war vets, made great contributions, or just worked their whole lives and Uncle Sam basically gives them an allowance. Crap!
But yeah. After that. I go home. Make plans to write,but make more an effort to procrastinate. I play 2k, watch porn or Netflix, workout, and tweet. I find myself very uninspired on most nights like a robot and life is just a system. You work hard until you get old and rusty.
