Thursday, August 19, 2010

Silence Is a Girl With No Tongue

Since people want to question or put a muzzle on what others choose to discuss and who they choose to discuss it with, let me give you a history lesson. The definition of Freedom of Speech references the government objecting someones personal expressions. Who the hell are you if the government can't question my speech?

 

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."
— The First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution
 
I've come across a few stragglers who don't appreciate what I blog or tweet about. I know I am bit much at times. I curse a lot and I don't have a filter. But, it's really a hard pill to swallow when you find out it's the people who should encourage your craft. I don't believe I am hurting anyone more than I am (was) hurt by what [has] happens in my life. While, I won't go into details about everything, we'll just say that I hit a nerve on someone from a general statement I made on twitter referred to them. Tweet stalking is a bitch with cheap heels. No, really. I'm sure she is. I hope the stalker got the message to eat hot shit on a platter. As much shit as I talk on twitter, you're mad now because I made a specific comment regarding the moronic shenanigans that took place yester-night. It lead to a screaming match over the phone and a series of nonsensical text messages advising me to discontinue "putting my business" on Twitter. Play on words: my. Sarcasm kills the messy mood.
 
What people fail to realize is that I will speak MY story to whomever or whatever I choose. Why won't you just quit vicariously living through mine and get your own? Damn me for finding humility through my life and family's challenges. You have a mouth in which you choose to gossip over calls and texts all day. For me, I use a platform in which makes me the bad guy to some people. Remember those that gossip to you, gossip about you. Whether I blog, tweet, facebook or get on the phone with someone won't stop me from saying what I feel. Like it's a big secret about the family anyhow. When you publicly make a fool out of yourself, everyone knows. It's just easier to blame me for talking about it than taking responsibility for your simple actions. I am sorry that I was prescribed a huge dose of reality at an early age. Don't blame me for you being locked in the land of nothing, hopeless wishes and bland futures.
 
Who's wrong here? The person who clowned themselves in front of numerous people? Or the one who made a general statement on twitter, referencing no names, regarding a particular incident? It could've been someone on TV i was talking about. I mean, how did this stalker bitch know who I was talking about? Oh yea. She's family too. What really pisses me off to find out through a rant is that some believe that I "turned my back" on my family. How so? Because I refuse to let negativity and these types of ignorant incidents ruin my life and what God has put me here to do? Because I don't sit on the phone and gossip? I am a grown woman, not a club kid. I guess since I don't participate in the daily bull shit or the fact that I go out of my way to not endure constant ridicule from those who don't see it for me makes me the villain. What do I have for you, a grown woman, that you needed from me to say that I turned my back on you? Tell me how you really feel? You can say this when you're mad, clearly that's how you been feeling. I'd like to know who else thinks this. It would make my visits less frequent and easier to steer clear from the drama and disrespect.
 
Let's remember one thing people. I live my life how I choose. Whatever I choose to speak on, as long as it's my business I will do so. You can disagree and slander my name all you want. The people who matter knows who I am and appreciate what I do and what I am doing. This is MY blog. That is MY twitter. How ever you choose to tell you business, err, I mean story is yours. What I say online is nothing short of what I say in person. You mad now? Chile, wait 'til you read the book. Or catch me on the radio. *fake smile* 

1 comment:

adrian said...

I just happened to run across your blog today, and this blog post about "Silence." After reading your post, all I can say is keep on doing what you have been doing. It's always gonna be somebody (family)trying to shut you up, and discouraging you from speaking your mind, wanting you to conform. Continue to 'Do You', there's at least one stranger out here who can dig where you are coming from.