I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it. I'm on my journey to finding myself self in a world where it's very easy to get lost.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Monday, February 15, 2010

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

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Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Friday, January 29, 2010

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New Love

I've been MIA because my vaca is over and i'm back in school i've been neglecting my baby...but I also have a tumblr which i'm using for pics and quotes and since not much is going on in my life...but I haven't forgotten my blog. http://justchardel.tumblr.com/

Monday, January 18, 2010

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1923 2010

So around 6 am this morning I'm Watching this movie "Rosewood" which is a movie that is based on a true story that happened in 1923 and in the middle of watching a group of white men beat the shit out of this black man. I began to feel angry, I was on the verge of tears. I was taken back I just started hating white people while watching this film. My phone rings and it's my mom, she's in Jamaica and she tells me she's standing over her cousin's body who was beaten to death by a gang of black men. So now i'm puzzled thinking WHAT THE FUCK!!

Did really really improve since 1923. In 1923 black people were united, we helped each other out. Now 1n 2010 we're we're no longer that way. It's no longer Blacks against Whites, we're our own worst enemy. we have so many separation between blacks it's not even funny. Good hair, Bad hair, light skinned, dark skinned, rich, poor.

It's the celebration of Martin Luther king Jr. today and I feel even worse that this happened on this day, cause now I'm just left with a whole bunch of questions. Are we honestly better off now? I know that everything is not negative but at this moment its kinda over powering the positive..

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Friday, January 15, 2010

Happy Birthday Martin Luther King, Jr.



I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

In My Dreams

Decided to start a second blog, I love quotes and I love to find quotes to relate to different things thats going on in my life..and it helps so this blog will consists of inspirational, love, life... quotes.
http://amanimoon.blogspot.com/

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Finally cut it all off

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I love my wife beaters, I still need to find out the history of the name.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Prayers For Haiti






Okay I really don't have much to say at this moment but I will be updating this. it's very sad to see whats going on in Haiti, My eyes are glues to the news but, i sometimes have to change the channel because so of the pictures just makes me want to cry. and I wish I had money to go to Haiti and help all I can but for now I guess I gotta do my part from here. But I encourage everyone to help out as much as you can.

It might not seem like we can do much but any little effort is great. I don't want to go deep in to it and preach but at the end of the day weather if its in Africa, Jamaica, or Haiti we are separated but we are still one people.

Donate to Yele.org for Haiti Relief Fund, just like we did. It takes a few seconds and any amount can HELP

text YELE to 501 501 and 5 dollars will go toward earthquake relief** its billed right to ur acctount

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Fear of...

It takes forever for me to trust anyone, and I suck with the whole showing feelings and affection toward the opposite sex.. I really have a serious issues, I am terrified of getting hurt, and the way I prevent this is by not letting a guy get to know anything personal about me im like a freaking robot. I leave before I am left. This saved me alot of pain when I was younger but now that i'm getting older, shit getting serious I really need to stop it!!

Ok I admit it, that's the first step right.

Big Chop pt.1

So I got out of the shower yesterday and just chopped off the sides and back of my hair. I would have done the entire thing but I feel weird not having any hair in my face. i'm use to hiding behind my hair.But it was really that east for me. It wasn't that dramatic for me because I wear my hair pinned up anyway except no there's no pins.
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Sunday, January 3, 2010

Empire State Of Mind♥

For the past 3 years me and my Bff Kaliymah have spent New Years in New York with Tacarra. Tacarra and Dana are sweethearts.I was there for two days, I wanted to stay longer but I had to come home for my booboo, who's visiting for a few days...He leaves today actually, I'm so Sad..but NY was fun.

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Saturday, January 2, 2010

12.2.09

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Happy 2010

I am sooo late but i've been pretty busy alot is going on right now. Alot of good things. Anyways I have soo much to to write on my brain i can't even begin to put my thoughts down. if I do it'll be a mess. but I'm gonna clears my head. I hope everyone had a wonderful and safe New Years.♥