Thursday, April 22, 2010

WhoYouLovinWhoYouWannaBeHuggin?

Who you lovin? Who you wanna be huggin?
I'm sicker than your average
all the dudes they be buggin.
I always get hit up cause they missin my lovin,
Im the one that get it hot! Got um checkin the oven.
All the bitches they be hatin
Yea you know they mean muggin
I wont frown and cause a wrinkle
Keep it pushin not tuggin.

Im so valley but I take my ass to the hood

I know some niggas round-the-way and they living good

I need a soldier like Beyonce understood?

Give him everything and more got that good good good good (chopped/screwed).

But are you gonna stick around,

Say you all about commitment are you really down?

Treat me like a Queen boy you know I want the crown

and Im a King you like In checkers baby put it down.

I trusted nigga’s in the past you know what i found?

That i heard it all before so i know the sound

all that bullshit coming straight outcho mouth

gotchu stinkin like manure in the rural south.


Baby are you gonna be wit it? Stick around you know you’re gonna get it

can’t let just anybody hit it/ all i need is just a commitment.

Baby are you gonna be wit it?

Are you gonna change when you hit it?

I swear I cant take it if you split it.

All I need, its like all I need is a commitment.


My Love Comes Without Conditions

I fell in love. It was incredible. It became awful and it ended, then it was mended. In the process, which I will spare you the grueling details, I learned that love cannot exist within boundaries. Rather, it survives like air, which cannot be contained and provide life simultaneously; in holding your breath you cut off your air supply hence your ability to love, in which case you die. My love was suffocated and ultimately suffered a torturous death.
Real Love Never Dies; and like Jesus mine was resurrected. I will love my first and only love forever. We went through so much together and learned so much about ourselves in the process. I accept people for who they are and not what I would like them to be. Controlling your partners behavior by limiting any activity they choose is not loving. Meeting new people and trying new things is what makes life great. Emotions and feelings often left me unable to control my anger in regards to his fading interest and growing interest in "new" things; interest waxes and wanes. People fixate on what's new and strive to collect but we always keep around what and who is important.
He is important to me and I to him. There are no conditions that will prevent me from being there for him. That's love. Forever.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Sadly racism still exist; interestingly, it has evolved. Still what’s changed is still the same. In the past, laws like affirmative action were put in place because blacks did not have access to powerful positions and were not being considered for well-paying jobs. White people were hiring white people and if they were to hire another race, black would be the last choice.

In Hollywood it is common practice to exclude blacks from advertising, limiting their access to jobs during the recession. Reporting racist remarks made by white celebrities has become popular and calling movies staring black actors “black films” rather than a movie like any other movie only adds to the division of equality. Is a movie staring white people a “white-film”?


Children are sponges that absorb information from their surroundings. When I was in fourth grade an eight year-old kid said to me, “At least I’m not black,” as though being “black” was the worst thing you could be. Unfortunately, I hit the kid in the face and was suspended from the playground-not from school. He was not punished; therefore, what he did was okay and my physical response was punishable.

For adults to teach their children to discriminate against and treat certain groups differently is abusive and puts our children at a disadvantage. The world was not made for one singe group and factually we are all born equal. It is heart-breaking to know that generation after generation young black girls are feeling ugly and it is being drilled into their heads one movie and racist incident at a time.

It is incredibly disheartening that in a magazine that rarely to never features black women would find it necessary to ask John Mayer about his take on black women. Why did they fail to mention Asian or Latina women? In many cases black women seem to be the target of attack. John Mayers’ response and the media’s obsession with reporting it, demonstrates America’s fascination with uplifting whites and degrading blacks.


John associated himself with white supremacist, whom mercilessly killed and raped black women; they also killed black men and children when they burned down their homes for no reason other than the skin color they were born with. Not to mention the fact that black people were forced to come here in unimaginable conditions. Black people are not here by choice! Africans did not come voluntarily. Generation after generation black people have been used, abused and unable, for the most part, to establish themselves as a larger whole.

Poverty is passed down, education is unequal, and your self-esteem is constantly under attack when you’re black. It is difficult to live for any human being, let alone with the added pressure of people consistently downing you about something you cannot change. Once you are born black you are black. Love it because it is great. Despise the media for misleading you to believe otherwise. Pray for those who are ignorant and will continue to hurt others feelings and body. Know that Jesus suffered and in suffering you are closer to him.

Reality really bites and it's vicious like Bishop. Wanna be a different person, switch my cards like it's a mishap. Everyday I make mistakes and think about it through the night. I cant sleep and ain't eat so to live is like a fight. I pray that God show me the light. I know that he could make it right, cause it wont be long til I'm a goner-outta sight. Coughing, choking, passing OG mucus living in my lungs; will it become a tumor say goodbye is what I sung? I often think about the past and wonder how it could've lasted. I wish that I could just get blasted but I have feelings couldn't mask it. Same shit but different day, upset cause I cant find my way. Who are my friends? I couldn't say, cause i've been wrong before today. My nigga pushed me to the side like i was veggies on his plate, then come back around like Colli Buds and I'ma wait? This worlds a crazy place but i cant say i wanna stop. People die here everyday and all I thought about was cock. I guess life was never easy, though most, they got it worse. It don't make me feel no better; like we're living but we're cursed. I sit back and take a breath, look up and see ahead. There are more important things like My Savior's daily bread!!!