Author Bebe Moore Campbell, Dead at 56

Man. Got home, checked email, and wasn't ready for this one! Bebe Moore Campbell was a favorite in this household, my mom loved her work, and my auntie just finished 72 hour hold. 56 years old? So sad, but she lived passionately and blessed us with her talent. Prayers to her family, friends, and all who knew and loved her via her writing.

don't be afraid your life will end
be afraid it will never begin

Live large and wide, Blogger Fam...

Legal Gangstas

wonder if every time

they shoot a black boy
we shoot a cop
every time they kill a black man
we kill a cop
wonder if the accident rate
would go down expotentially...
~Nikki Giovanni
[paraphrased]

Condolences to Sean Bell, his family, fiancee, children & friends

Nigger
Can you kill
Can you kill
Can a nigger kill a honkie
Can a nigger kill the Man
Can you kill nigger
Huh? nigger can you
kill
Do you know how to draw blood
Can you poison
Can you stab-a-Jew
Can you kill huh? nigger
Can you kill
Can you run a protestant down with your
'68 El Dorado
(that's all they're good for anyway)
Can you kill
Can you piss on a blond head
Can you cut it off
Can you kill
A nigger can die
We 'aint got to prove we can die
We got to prove we can kill
They sent us to kill
Japan and Africa
We policed europe
Can you kill
Can you kill a white man
Can you kill the nigger
in you
Can you make your nigger mind
die
Can you kill your nigger mind
And free your black hands to
strangle
Can you kill
Can a nigger kill
Can you shoot straight and
Fire for good measure
Can you splatter their brains in the street
Can you kill them
Can you lure them to bed and kill them
We kill in Vietnam
for them
We kill for UN and NATO and SEATO and US
And everywhere for all alphabel but
BLACK
Can we learn to kill WHITE for BLACK
Learn to kill niggers
Learn to be Black men

~ The True Import of Present Dialogue, Black vs. Negro
Nikki Giovanni

Hot Damn!!

Supa is way past excited. And why, you implore? Because RR#1 got a J-O-B!! Yessss. Supa will now be accepting incremental payments from boychild to apply toward excessive grocery consumption over the past 17 years.

I'm infinitely more excited than he is, okay? Got me ironin' his work shirt & keepin' up with his work schedule and shyt. Say it loud and proud, young man: WELCOME TO BURGER KING, HOW MAY I HELP YOU!!

sheeeiittt...Supa 'aint got NO PROBLEMS ganking some of that minimum wage chedda. Ha. But even betta than alla that - I'm proud of the lad. Oh we've had our moments, but despite it all, RR#1 has blossomed into a delightful and decent human being. Even though he still regularly neglects to flush the damn toilet after he's pissed in it, oh, 'bout three or four times. Disgusting, right? Yeah. We go 'head up ova that shit.

But Supa loves that kid.

stay tuned. (big grin)

My Favorite Bigot...

"Cracker? You call me a cracker-ass, nigger?"
~ White Boy Who Speaks His Mind, circa 2006

KKKramer! You racist fuck. I kinda liked your ass.

You know, I'm always intrigued when folks seem to spontaneously lose their mutha fuckin' minds. In public.

I'm sure most of ya'll have seen and heard by now, Michael Richards aka Cosmo Kramer said some racist shit he's probably been dying to spew on camera his whole fucking life. Whatever, yo. What you gonna do. We let the word nigga fall out our mouths like it's the thing to do, so I can't even get in KKKramer's ass about that one. That shit is a wash, far as I'm concerned.

But it's Supa's humble opinion - when you start to talkin' about lynching a black man, then gotdammit you betta watch ya back.

At any rate. If Supa got upset each time a jew white boy voiced how he really felt about black folks, she'd never have time to enjoy her melanin-enhanced life. Let alone, shop for cute shoes.

So fuck 'em.

PS - I'm still trynta figure out if these were authentic urban brothas who were the recipients of this tirade. The dudes from around my way woulda put this fool on his back. I'm just sayin'.

The Big Three Hunnid!

my whole life is real

morning, noon, and nights is real
what I spit and write is real
my own life is ill!
a fantastic beautiful mess
a [sista] in america, the usual stress
life goin in every direction
but rewind...
~ Mos Def, "Life is Real"

So check it. It's ya girl Supa's 300th post. (whaaatt?!) Wow. Dammit, what a journey. And I've been trying for a whole week to write a post and touch on everything I wanted say. But you know what? I couldn't. It was just too much. The happenings of this last year (the good, the bad, the all of it!) are just too broad to be contained in one post. So hit up those archives!(and more new news to come.....)

Just suffice it to say that Life is Real! Ya girl has come a looonng way. I'm grateful. For real for real. Peep my most recent gratitude list:

good health
RR#1 and #2
my ride-or-die family and friends
waking up in the morning
being off work and really enjoying life
being in school
Sassy
the ability to feel and think and write
the new friends I'm making
the new things I'm learning
the new life I'm leading
being single and happy and free
being able to pay my bills
living in this country
having options and infinite possibilities
being me
having a house, a car, a computer & a comfortable life
books
this day

And I'm grateful to all the readers, lurkers, regulars, friends, fam bam, lovers, and haters who help keep my supa cyber-world spinnin'.

Real talk. Love ya'll fools.

btw- what's on your gratitude list?

Supa, out!

Happiness is...

Seeing your Pooch smile after you finally break down and buy her some doggy stairs.

Shut up.

Quotable: V for Vendetta

V has been Supa's latest movie obsession. It's intelligently wicked...on so many levels. Go peep it. Movie review to come. Sidenote: Supa truly feels she shoulda/coulda played Evey (Natalie Portman's role...) Don't they know colored girls can be revolutionaries too? Ha! Somebody betta ask somebody....

Anyway. Some fly ass quotables:

"Our integrity sells for so little...but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch, we are free. It is small, and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having.

"People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people!"

"An idea can change the world."

Have a great weekend, Blogger Fam..

Supa Begs: Please Vote Tomorrow...

....so we can get this lying muthafuckas off my TV SCREEN!!!

I'm.so.tired.of.this.election.shit.already. Damn!!! These fools knockin' on my door, ringin' my home phone, takin' up all the radio and tv airtime n shit. Don't they know, Supa would pretty much vote for a monkey right now just to get some goddamn peace up in this bitch!


At any rate - go vote.
Exercise your right, black peoples. Because inside every American is an Islamic fundamentalist dying to get out.

(Let your president tell it...)


(Irrelevant pre-election sidenote: Bill Clinton left a "vote for my guy" recorded audio message on my cellie the otha day. That was kinda cool. Bill sounds like a straight up mack, don't he? Love him.)

Anyhow. Ya girl did her thug thizzle on her midterm, so a sista feelin' kinda right. Thanks for the tips, P!!!

Happy fuckin' Monday, Blogger Fam!

Oh Lawd...

Whiny White Girl Alert * Whiny White Girl Alert * Whiny White Girl Alert

on Opie's show today. And this one's fucking crazy. Stabbing her newborn baby in the chest with a knife, then running off to school the next day. Boo hoo, bitch. Boo HOO.

Dammit, now I'm mad. 'Cause I don't even WATCH Oprah. I was looking for the news....

(0ff to a study group, now....)

Fearless Friday!

No, for real. I swear, I've got a real post coming up...soon. Like, for real for real. It's just that Supa is studying for her mid-term exam and has a mild case of the shits. (nerves) Meanwhile, somebody send me a program that downloads all the info I need to know directly into my brain. While I'm sleeping. After I've had two glasses of wine....

Which reminds me: Be fearless!!!!

Have you really lived ten thousand or more days,
or have you lived one day ten thousand or more times?
~ Wayne Dyer

If it feels safe, its probably not the right path. If it scares you, it probably is.
~Mark Gerzon

I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument
while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
~Rabindranath Tagore

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is
that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness
that frightens us most. But our playing small doesn't serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people
won't feel insecure around you.
~Marianne Williamson

Your life mirrors what you put into it or withhold from it...when you are lazy, it is lazy. When you hold back, it holds back. When you hesitate, it stands there staring, hand in its pockets. But when you commit, it comes on like blazes.
~authors of Art and Fear