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My Single Story (Part 1): Snowstorms and an Awareness of the Colour Black

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'I’m done with this town! I’m done with this school! I’m done with this toxic environment. I cannot stand the negativity or the racism.' This was my closing argument when I decided to transfer universities after two years in the middle of nowhere, USA. I was tired of people commenting on what “good English” I spoke, especially because “good English” is not proper English. Every time they said it the editor within me cringed a little more. I was tired of being reduced to a colour - black. I was also tired of them asking me...

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A New Year Mantra

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You are barely a week old You have so much more to grow So much further to go So much more to show You can still rise up fearless Still stand tall and bold . . You are barely a week old And I already know That you will be beautiful You will be strong You will do a lot right And maybe a few things wrong . . And this is okay too For every day is new It is a chance to prove That it is not about the battles you lose . . For even after a loss You are still uniquely you . . It is about standing tall And giving it your all About rising up After every fall . . It...

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Once Upon a December Too

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"Bubbles lets have a fresh start. I'm going to come in a day early for the reunion. We really have a lot to talk about. And decide."   I shook my head to still the frantic butterflies and began to think back on how far we had come. Or rather, how far I had come since Anton. My mind went back to when we first met…   It was the summer of 2006 and I decided to do summer school instead of heading off to Europe with my friends. That was when I met him. Best and worst decision...

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Till Death Do Us Part (3 of 3)

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The church was beautifully decorated. The white and pink lilies strewn all down the aisle filled the air with a sweet scent. The pews were filled with loved ones and friends. The piano played softly in the background.   I held my long flowing gown in my right hand and the cordless microphone in my left. My eyes welled with tears. I was overcome with emotions. I looked out at the sea of guests, dressed in pale pretty colors. I let my own lilac dress pool around my feet as I used the back of my hand...

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Patience My Dear: Your Bus is Coming

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It was 6:35 p.m. on Market Street in Manchester. I was sat at the bus stop waiting for the 62 that would drop me a quarter mile from Granny’s house. I had a lot of bags and very little patience. I had been out all day and just wanted to get home, have a bowl of rib and dumpling soup, and relax. The West Indies was playing India that evening and I had promised Grandad I would watch the cricket with him. I had things to do and the bus was already 7 minutes later...

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Square Dancin’ My Way to the Top

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I don’t remember what class it was, but somewhere during my pre-teen days we were taught to square dance. You must understand that my middle school class consisted of 26 students, with about 18 countries of origin between us all. We were a diverse and spirited young group, with teachers who introduced us to all sorts of off the wall things – including square dancing. I liked excitedly screaming out the “do-si-do” (pronounced 'dough-see-dough') part, but generally disliked square dancing.   Besides the fact that I abhor organized dance, I think I particularly disliked this one because...

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Where Dreams Go To Die

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There is a place where dreams go to die. It is located somewhere between procrastination, fear, and sheer laziness. The idea of starting this website was once as daunting as whatever dream you are battling with. Probably more so thanks to my overactive imagination and rather rigorous self-assessment. :| The good news is you’ve typed in the URL – www.HeelsAndHighStandards.com – and it worked. Therefore I can confidently say that 'daunting' is not 'damning' and can clearly be overcome! Are you on the brink of launching your designer label but you are yet to sketch...

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Relationship Status: It’s Complicated

Sometimes we complicate our own relationships before they have even begun. Sometimes we complicate our lives after the relationships have ended. Had a water cooler conversation with a friend and colleague yesterday about how we tend to predict the outcome from the first encounter. We deduced that this is wrong. So is panicking in the early stages and worrying about heartbreak, incompatibility, etc. before it arrives. Not every time high fences and higher defenses, sometimes we should just open ourselves up the possibility of what might be. Let things evolve organically. As some of us can...

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Beautiful, Strip Away the Labels

Y O U .  A R E  .  N O T  .  P  R E T T Y You are not tall You are not ugly You are not small - You are not white You are not black You are not slow You are not 'fast' - You are not loose You are not uptight You are not out of mind Nor are you out of sight - You are not skinny You are not fat…or phat…or fatt You are not sexy You are not 'all that' - You are not the sh*t You are not a b*tch You are not a stepping-stone A building block A some-thing to own - You are not classy Nor are you last season You are...

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