Flipskript Ink

Unpublished, September 2010 As a young kid, I had a hard time understanding Prince because of his falsetto voice and his display of sexuality. After hearing this song and watching his Purple Rain movie in high school, I began seeing the Purple One in a new light. The first time I heard this song, I was sixteen (2003) and home sick from school. I happened to catch the last few scenes of the movie on VH1. As crappy as I felt that day, I found myself spontaneously dancing to the upbeat tempo. The song just made me feel better emotionally. Suddenly the song lead to another memory I had of not him, but his picture when I was three years old. Let me repeat this for reference sake, I was a three year old little kid who understood little (or nothing) about Prince, his music, and color. It was the Arsenio Hall Show in the early 1990's and they showed a picture of his album cover, LoveSexy. When this picture popped on the TV screen, I cried to my mom screaming, 'MOM! There's a naked...

As I sit here listening to Jennifer Hudson's new album, I'm reflecting on the latest news stories that have been popping up for the last 24 hours via the internet and radio stations. This is what I came up with so far: Legendary Hollywood icon, Elizabeth Taylor, dead at age 79 Elizabeth Taylor's Final Resting Place Water poisonous for Tokyo infants Japan struck by another major earthquake Another Chris Brown thing Another Charlie Sheen thing Ohh, comparing Chris Brown and Charlie Sheen (Breezy brought up a good point, but I digress) Little girl loses leg saving her sister N----r Heaven...? What does baby mama mean? Now, because I choose not to tell you, the free-willed citizen who reads whatever your heart oh so desires, what to do, I'll let you pick out which one of these stories is more important to you. I'll just end this post with words from my sister's status... RIP Liz Taylor but there's still entire families dying in Libya right now... P.S., realizin...

Society, without a doubt, is in the most ridiculous shape mankind has ever witnessed. I don't feel like this post is coming from a dark place today, but it has been one of the things that I have been passionate about since I was 10 years old. Back then, kids in my age group were getting the latest Air Jordans and catching Waynehead and Reboot on Saturday mornings. My older brothers were mastering the Sega Genesis. Though I enjoyed these things too, I was researching topics like domestic abuse, how the elementary education system operated, and the struggle to be such a loving person in a hateful world. I will never forget the day I realized how evil, vindictive, and jealous people can really be over something so infantile that it could cause massive injustice. There are some in this world who feel they get to decide who will live either comfortably or miserablly. What if you're just trying to live your life, period? I'm learning to keep being a loving person and not care a...

Posted twice on my blog, I know, but this song resonates with my soul so much. You got to be everything and some to the best of your ability.

Work on yourself before you work on another.

In a race, everyone gets tripped up. But you got to keep running.

If no one can handle the person that you are, there is always gonna be someone else on your level. Don't stress it.

Everyone has their own definition of perfection, this includes you.

While looking for part-time freelance work, I came to a weird yet late realization. I don't know how to copywrite. I've applied to some copywriting jobs in the past and barely received any responses, except for this one company in the city (will not even get started on how hard it is for a communications/media grad to get a job in NYC, but I digress). The company stated in my response email that even though I had excellent credentials, I didn't have the skills and experience they were looking for. After witnessing the rise of new media and many talks with my mother, I acknowledge that trying to become an established writer, journalist, or author has proven difficult in this day and age. I'm aware that different writers have their own views on rejection letters, but this one is beginning to help me. I began analyzing my skills. Thinking about my experience, mostly in college, I've done beat reporting, copyediting, proofreading, and got (I mean am getting) accustomed ...