If I were a boy…..
If I were a boy I would never fall in love, never get emotionally attached and get straight to the point when it comes to sex. There shouldn’t be reason to get hurt if you don’t allow the opportunity for it to happen. If I were a boy I would think my purpose in life is to break hearts when really and truly we are meant to mend the heart, console the heart, adore the heart and capture the heart. We would capture the hearts of ladies with our sweet words and constant loving and affection. We would forget the first date, the first kiss and even the first time we said I love you. We forget birthdays and we forget dates and at times we may not even remember her last name. Her favorite color may mean nothing to us and her favorite I would always forget if it’s not the same as mine.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Same person before i met you
I am the same person I was before I met you
How can you say that you like me and yet want to change me?
How can you say I am the one for you and yet have no patience for my emotions?
When I decided to give you more of myself each day you give me a reason to take some of what I give back.
Am I starting to fall for this person when I am able to realize the smallest things and get mad about them?
For some people it hurts to get shot, it hurts to fall from a ten story building, it hurts to get stabbed.
For me it hurts when the phone calls decrease, when you sleep for just a little bit too long, it hurts when your drunk, it hurts when you give attention to another rather than me.
Don’t say I’m confused don’t say I’m blind cause all I’m doing is taking my time.
Yeah true indeed life is short but love is ever lasting,
I’m not wasting my life because through this process I’m still living, living life to the fullest.
I’m just one of those who take their time on love because at the end of it all it shouldn’t be forced it should come naturally,
But here is one message everyone should know it is easy to mistake someone you love to someone is just maybe a friend and nothing more.
How can you say that you like me and yet want to change me?
How can you say I am the one for you and yet have no patience for my emotions?
When I decided to give you more of myself each day you give me a reason to take some of what I give back.
Am I starting to fall for this person when I am able to realize the smallest things and get mad about them?
For some people it hurts to get shot, it hurts to fall from a ten story building, it hurts to get stabbed.
For me it hurts when the phone calls decrease, when you sleep for just a little bit too long, it hurts when your drunk, it hurts when you give attention to another rather than me.
Don’t say I’m confused don’t say I’m blind cause all I’m doing is taking my time.
Yeah true indeed life is short but love is ever lasting,
I’m not wasting my life because through this process I’m still living, living life to the fullest.
I’m just one of those who take their time on love because at the end of it all it shouldn’t be forced it should come naturally,
But here is one message everyone should know it is easy to mistake someone you love to someone is just maybe a friend and nothing more.
back in the days when i was young...
Back in the days when I was…….
Back in the days when I was use to drink juice that cost a quarter. Back in the days when I use enjoy watching Barney and Ricky Lake use to be the shit. Back in the days when rap music use to have powerful meaning rather than being sexual and use to tell a story rather than having no story at all. Back in the days when number one hits had no profanity in them like Will Smith and LL Cool J. Back in the days when gas was less than $2 and a bus and train fair was only a $1. Back in the days when Bill Clinton was our president and America was debt free. If it wasn’t for back in the days we wouldn’t have what we have today or be wherever we are today.
Back in the days when I was use to drink juice that cost a quarter. Back in the days when I use enjoy watching Barney and Ricky Lake use to be the shit. Back in the days when rap music use to have powerful meaning rather than being sexual and use to tell a story rather than having no story at all. Back in the days when number one hits had no profanity in them like Will Smith and LL Cool J. Back in the days when gas was less than $2 and a bus and train fair was only a $1. Back in the days when Bill Clinton was our president and America was debt free. If it wasn’t for back in the days we wouldn’t have what we have today or be wherever we are today.
election day
The Day America Elected its first African American President
Rosa Parks lead the Underground Railroad towards our freedom in the north, while Abraham Lincoln signed the proclamation to end our freedom. Rosa parks refused to give her seat so we would not have to constantly sit in the back of the bus and Martin Luther King gave a helping hand by walking for our equality. Malcolm X agreed that we should have equality but believed that the only way to gain it was through violence.
Skipping ahead to the present we now have a president who put us in a depression. Looking for an individual to lead us to the recession then comes along a strong man and a powerful woman, who both then runs for president. History in the making is what we called the election of 2008 as we stay glued to the television set as our new president beginning the year 2009 will be an African American man. Coming from a time period of not being able vote at all, to then running America sounds unbelievable to me. The pressure begins for Obama as all eyes unlock to the television and goes towards him, for any mistake will bring him down. During his acceptance speech he spoke proudly of an elderly woman at the age of 106 who was able to be apart of and witness our first African American president for she has lived through abuse and lived through slavery. She was able to stand on a line to vote for Obama. Putting a little humor in his speech he then told his daughter that he would be able to get the puppy she wanted that she can bring along to the Whitehouse.
Rosa Parks lead the Underground Railroad towards our freedom in the north, while Abraham Lincoln signed the proclamation to end our freedom. Rosa parks refused to give her seat so we would not have to constantly sit in the back of the bus and Martin Luther King gave a helping hand by walking for our equality. Malcolm X agreed that we should have equality but believed that the only way to gain it was through violence.
Skipping ahead to the present we now have a president who put us in a depression. Looking for an individual to lead us to the recession then comes along a strong man and a powerful woman, who both then runs for president. History in the making is what we called the election of 2008 as we stay glued to the television set as our new president beginning the year 2009 will be an African American man. Coming from a time period of not being able vote at all, to then running America sounds unbelievable to me. The pressure begins for Obama as all eyes unlock to the television and goes towards him, for any mistake will bring him down. During his acceptance speech he spoke proudly of an elderly woman at the age of 106 who was able to be apart of and witness our first African American president for she has lived through abuse and lived through slavery. She was able to stand on a line to vote for Obama. Putting a little humor in his speech he then told his daughter that he would be able to get the puppy she wanted that she can bring along to the Whitehouse.
To my friend
The Perfect Stranger
I was the one who walked on tough grounds knowing that I needed no one in this world to make me happy.
I was the one who stood alone from the time I woke up to the time I fell asleep.
I was the one who ate at restaurants alone and walked myself home afterwards.
I was the one who could go to a party and be able to have a ball dancing alone.
I was the one approached by a stranger who spit his game.
I was the one who responded to his phone calls, his text messages, and even his aim
I was the one who opened the door for him at night when I heard the silent knock during creeping hours.
I was the one who opened my legs, opened my mouth, and opened my heart.
I was the one who believed this was legit and that this was real.
I was the one who believed that at one point this stranger was no longer a stranger but someone I knew but yet he was still a stranger because there were things that I just didn’t know.
Now you tell me what I should say to this stranger?
Who are you to tell me that you don’t love me?
Who are you to say that you don’t care?
Who are to make me feel less than what I am worth?
Who are to make me cry?
Who are you to make me lose half of my original size?
Who are you to disrespect me with another girl in your territory that I once thought was ours?
Who are you to make me feel pain?
Who are you to make me want to end my life?
Who are you to say that I am next to shit?
Who are to say that I can’t bear your child?
Who are to say that we can’t be together no more or that we were never together at all?
It’s ashamed because I know who this stranger is,
He is the stranger I call a man, my man.
He is the stranger that I say I’m in love with.
He is the stranger that separated me from my friends.
He is the stranger I think I can’t live without,
And one day I can open my eyes to realize that really and truly he is the devil that god faced before me to teach me a life lesson.
I was the one who walked on tough grounds knowing that I needed no one in this world to make me happy.
I was the one who stood alone from the time I woke up to the time I fell asleep.
I was the one who ate at restaurants alone and walked myself home afterwards.
I was the one who could go to a party and be able to have a ball dancing alone.
I was the one approached by a stranger who spit his game.
I was the one who responded to his phone calls, his text messages, and even his aim
I was the one who opened the door for him at night when I heard the silent knock during creeping hours.
I was the one who opened my legs, opened my mouth, and opened my heart.
I was the one who believed this was legit and that this was real.
I was the one who believed that at one point this stranger was no longer a stranger but someone I knew but yet he was still a stranger because there were things that I just didn’t know.
Now you tell me what I should say to this stranger?
Who are you to tell me that you don’t love me?
Who are you to say that you don’t care?
Who are to make me feel less than what I am worth?
Who are to make me cry?
Who are you to make me lose half of my original size?
Who are you to disrespect me with another girl in your territory that I once thought was ours?
Who are you to make me feel pain?
Who are you to make me want to end my life?
Who are you to say that I am next to shit?
Who are to say that I can’t bear your child?
Who are to say that we can’t be together no more or that we were never together at all?
It’s ashamed because I know who this stranger is,
He is the stranger I call a man, my man.
He is the stranger that I say I’m in love with.
He is the stranger that separated me from my friends.
He is the stranger I think I can’t live without,
And one day I can open my eyes to realize that really and truly he is the devil that god faced before me to teach me a life lesson.
A night in the Caribbean
A NIGHT IN THE CARIBBEAN
It’s a Friday Night and all the islands come together for a celebration, a celebration for life and unity. The Haitian girl holds the broom and sweeps the dirt off the land, while the little girl from Belize sits on the sand waiting for the music to play so she can dance, but the crazy Trinidadian man daces around to the soca beat constantly playing in his head. The Trinidadian man has a Jamaican best friend who needs his mouth washed out with soap on a daily basis. Along by his side is another Jamaican man who comes with three Jamaican Queens to the celebration. One of the ladies slaves in the kitchen cooking a meal for the island to eat. The other Jamaican lady represents the mother of the island as she puts all the little kids in their places. Finally the last Jamaican lady holds the title of “Dance Hall Queen” as she entertains the island with her angelic moves. They all stand behind this one Jamaican man with the powerful voice because when he speaks silence is in the air and all you can hear is the sound of the ocean along with his words.
In the far corner stands a man from Honduras dressed and ready to play soccer because the Africans want competition, but the Africans are around to remind us of where we originated from. Then again I know a Dominican man that would argue different. Then comes along the American girl lost at sea with the thick hair she can’t control.
Everyone then turns their heads as the Antiguan girl places her footprints on the sand as she blocks the sun light with her wild hair. She then begins to argue with the Antiguan man who she is destined to kill. Last but not least is the Trinidadian girl with the pink fashionable hairnet who is destined to rule the land with the Antiguan husband cooking fritters by her side.
It’s a Friday Night and all the islands come together for a celebration, a celebration for life and unity. The Haitian girl holds the broom and sweeps the dirt off the land, while the little girl from Belize sits on the sand waiting for the music to play so she can dance, but the crazy Trinidadian man daces around to the soca beat constantly playing in his head. The Trinidadian man has a Jamaican best friend who needs his mouth washed out with soap on a daily basis. Along by his side is another Jamaican man who comes with three Jamaican Queens to the celebration. One of the ladies slaves in the kitchen cooking a meal for the island to eat. The other Jamaican lady represents the mother of the island as she puts all the little kids in their places. Finally the last Jamaican lady holds the title of “Dance Hall Queen” as she entertains the island with her angelic moves. They all stand behind this one Jamaican man with the powerful voice because when he speaks silence is in the air and all you can hear is the sound of the ocean along with his words.
In the far corner stands a man from Honduras dressed and ready to play soccer because the Africans want competition, but the Africans are around to remind us of where we originated from. Then again I know a Dominican man that would argue different. Then comes along the American girl lost at sea with the thick hair she can’t control.
Everyone then turns their heads as the Antiguan girl places her footprints on the sand as she blocks the sun light with her wild hair. She then begins to argue with the Antiguan man who she is destined to kill. Last but not least is the Trinidadian girl with the pink fashionable hairnet who is destined to rule the land with the Antiguan husband cooking fritters by her side.
Two sides of a story
Two sides of a story
Two friends have a conversation on the phone and their names are Erica and Stacy. Erica is telling Stacy about the crazy night she had last night, and the conversation went like this:
Ring ring ring (the phone rings) and Stacy answers it, it’s Erica on the other line.
Stacy: “what’s up Erica, how are things going for you?
Erica: “everything is going well but I have to tell you about what I did last night”
Stacy: “oh my gosh, it’s not what I think it is”?
Erica: “yes girl it is and it was good, too good if I don’t say so myself”
Stacy: “really, was it better than the one before”?
Erica: “yes girl, let me tell you, I had this one in the car, on the kitchen counter, the bedroom floor, in the shower, at work, and other places I can’t even remember.”
Stacy: “I don’t care what you say; you’re still a rookie because I have more of a collection than you”
Erica: “please, I had Hughes, Jake, John, Soldier, and plenty more than you can even count, as a matter of fact I’m about to go outside and get me some more. I’m going to call you later.”
Stacy: “Alright I’ll talk to you later, have fun.”
Now everyone reading this conversation would think wow Erica is a whore, now isn’t that some shit, but really and truly she was talking to Stacy about reading a book, now isn’t that a bitch, when in all actuality everyone should have been minding their business and keeping their ears out of other people’s shit.
Two friends have a conversation on the phone and their names are Erica and Stacy. Erica is telling Stacy about the crazy night she had last night, and the conversation went like this:
Ring ring ring (the phone rings) and Stacy answers it, it’s Erica on the other line.
Stacy: “what’s up Erica, how are things going for you?
Erica: “everything is going well but I have to tell you about what I did last night”
Stacy: “oh my gosh, it’s not what I think it is”?
Erica: “yes girl it is and it was good, too good if I don’t say so myself”
Stacy: “really, was it better than the one before”?
Erica: “yes girl, let me tell you, I had this one in the car, on the kitchen counter, the bedroom floor, in the shower, at work, and other places I can’t even remember.”
Stacy: “I don’t care what you say; you’re still a rookie because I have more of a collection than you”
Erica: “please, I had Hughes, Jake, John, Soldier, and plenty more than you can even count, as a matter of fact I’m about to go outside and get me some more. I’m going to call you later.”
Stacy: “Alright I’ll talk to you later, have fun.”
Now everyone reading this conversation would think wow Erica is a whore, now isn’t that some shit, but really and truly she was talking to Stacy about reading a book, now isn’t that a bitch, when in all actuality everyone should have been minding their business and keeping their ears out of other people’s shit.
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