lolamarya - The Voice

The way my heart is hurting These must be growing pains I'm changing because I refuse to stay the same

Still questioning my place in this world I was born out of sin, this young black girl Or at least black is how I've always been classified But that counts out part of my history, So it seems everyone has lied I'm too light bright, but not quite white My eyes change like chameleons skin Photosensitive and the topic of many discussions As a child I wanted black girl, brown eyes So old men would stay out of my face Not a hood girl, but not quite proper enough Still searching for... because I'm so displaced They said I had "good hair," but for years it was relaxed I chopped it off to go all natural And folks thought I was mentally off track Little do folks know, I've got that bi-racial hair Proof of my ancestors of slaves and their masters Mixed with natives who had their land taken forcibly From curls, to straight, to naturally nappy My hair is three grades of proof Of three different parts of me

I totally abhor when a person calls me and I know without a doubt that I've never given them my phone number. One of the rudest things you can do is give someone my number without asking me first. I simply cannot stand it. It is always weird to me when I answer my phone and it is someone I wouldn't expect to be calling me. The same thing with texting. I will most definitely send a "who is this?" response to any numbers that are not in my list. I figured after the last number change that I would give my number only to those people I wanted to have it. That didn't quite work. I bet next time I won't be giving out my number to many people at all. They can all get my house number :-) EDIT: I have a Google Voice number. YAY! Anyone can have it because I can screen all of my calls. I am loving it.