Generation Y I am considered a member of the millennium Y generation. The generation of technology and super genius babies. The generations of accountability and a dire need of acceptance. I am Y. I learned this after a conversation with my mother. Sheltlew (co host of Real Talk) and I sat on her couch one evening, enjoying a HBO flick with our laptops on our laps. I checked my myspace as he read through his facebook postings. She let out a laugh and went on to explain a study she read about "our kind". We like things fast and efficient without having to do much. We want things done, but we want them perfect. She said we find enjoyment in whatever the Internet has to offer as oppose to the baby boomer generation that prefers life slow. An in depth conversation for my generation happens over a text message, while her generation...face to face. Why was this important to know? She said that in her field (management and development) it was important to understand generation Y, and understand why we do some of the things we do. We can't be managed like baby boomers. We have to feel needed and understand why and how everything works. She also included that if the desire to feel needed is not met, we quickly remove ourselves from that situation or place of employment to find someone who needs us. Surprised by the analysis, I couldn't do anything but agree with her. Often I find myself searching to feel needed somewhere. I like to take normally drawn out task and make them simple. I figured that it was just me. Yet after reading the article for myself, I find that I was born into a culture that promotes my way of thinking. After hearing that, a light turned on in the tiny room I thought I shared alone and noticed so many other twenty some thing's. If I come from this generation, I wonder how the next generation will be. We like fast and faster in my generation. Perhaps the next generation will pump the breaks on the speed life and encourage enjoying every moment and not rush time. -DFitz Write is Right

Last week I spent close to four hundred dollars on clothes alone. Hummmmmm, why did I do that? Its something about looking the best I'm addicted to. I have items in my closet that still have tags on them. I have items I have only worn one time for one hour and haven't touched it since. I'm trying to wonder why I insist on spending hundreds of dollars on dresses and shoes as well as blouses and hand bags. Its a therapy for me to shop, or is it. I use to have a drinking problem. Plainly put, I'd drink everyday to make some of the pains in my life go away. And when I finally faced that I was becoming or better yet, had became an alcoholic, I prayed to God to take the desire for Jack Daniels away. And He answered my prayers. However, now, instead of drinking I shop. And if you follow my next few sentences, you will be able to understand why. Simply put, I switched addictions. I shop to cover a past full of disappointment and pain. I shop to make myself feel better about the trails and tribulations I endure daily. I shop because I like the hateful looks females give me when I walk in the room with my nose to the sky because it lets me know I have them fooled. And I also shop because thats what me and my mom do well! I use to spend the same money I spend on my clothes at the ABC store in Montgomery, AL. While I am currently in no rush to change my current addiction, I do admit I have a problem. However, since I want to buy more when I shop, I work hard to make the money to support my addiction. Which means I work eight hours in a hell hole and I work another eight hours for Modern Age Media. All so at the end of the week I can spend another four hundred dollars on some more clothes. True enough I need to face my issues, but right now, I am where I want to be and giving up shopping is not what I want to do right now. -DFitz Write is Right

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4convosakes

So I have this website that goes deeper into my thoughts as a young black woman. Its www.4convosakes.com. I do written, audio, and live& recorded video rants. Be sure to check it out. And for those that would prefer to keep coming to the blog, I'll post the audio episodes here. Just to do some catching up
DFitz - Because He's Light Skin.mp3

DFitz - Ashanti Forced to Sing.mp3

DFitz - Michael Baisden says dont tithe.mp3

DFitz Video Diary

HAnd of Hearts

I wipe the obvious from the face of my heart
I love him but there no room to start
A love affair he's the one I love and care for
The only one I love and adore, but furthermore
The unspokeness is drowning out the noise
And the noise is taking away from my poise
I tried real hard to deny the truth you did too
But when I saw you play the ace of heart I followed suit
Put my king down and you won that book
We leave the table holding hands the opponents shook
I say I'll never leave your side even though you reneged
I gotta hand full of hearts to give...
You call me ya girlfriend only when you feeling my body
And when we hit the spot light then I turn to nobody
I ain't trying to call you out but you hearing me screaming
A perfect life with you I could only be dreaming
And I tried many times to be more than just friends
Deny my love while you holding my hand
Eye to eye, you keeping me in the life of pretend
But I need you kinda like I need my pen
You are my sanity yet you drive me crazy
You make things clear even though we are hazy
Did me wrong a couple times and yet I stayed true
Turn your face when I made a request from you...
I keep my mind on this money and intangle you with my grind
And since I can't have your heart I'll capture your mind
So that I can erase the thought of you ever leaving
Change what this life has you believing
Because if another time comes and you renege
I'ma find another partner who has more to give
And knows how to play and wont treat me that way
Someone who gives a damn about me everyday
I just want to be happy and my happiness is you
So to you I will do, plot my course make my move
And if you decide that maybe you need me in your life
Then the heart i have left will survive and my hope for love is revived

I'm fooling myself

Its a museum my life, that life of mine

That life I find, so fake and unkind

I sit and rewind to find the place and time

When it corrupt my mind, when it shattered my spine

A dime, I try to be, its my mentality

My originality was suppose to serve as my reality

But my reality is really my fantasies

Everyday in the cool breeze you on top of me

You see, there I go again he is just my friend

Never neglects to defend the situation he's in

The competition is a trend, been happening since when

Since when, I first saw his face, I first shared his space

Now we walk at a pace, a bond that can't be erased

We try to hide it in case, someone tries to deface

Misplace, this whole situation and my infatuation

Is within every statement, his revelations

Of my emancipation and proclamations

Notations, in the back of my write but before my might

My reasons for my right, you are who I like

And maybe we just might...maybe we just might

Psych!, there I go again trying to pretend

That I can come in and take another's man

He is only my friend, recite that again

He is only my friend, he is only my stand

Gotta comprehend, he is not for me, not equipped for D

For he is to be a great human being

And me seeing that I am only for feeling

Its killing, better yet I'm revived the light in my life

Wants another as his wife so I deal with that strife

Quit operating on might, push on and fight

Right? So I lay in the arms of another, wishing for the other

Coveting trouble, realizing my struggle

Pep talks in the huddle, but late nights in the cuddle

Enjoying each other while my heart flutters

I utter, I'm only fooling my self, he wants someone else

And I'll be put on the shelf, and then pushed to the left

I'll be angry with self, should've went for the theft

I'm fooling myself!

I'm fooling myself!

I'm ruling myself!

Confusing myself!

For someone else.....

-DFitz

Write is Right