This a topic that I am constantly discuss with friends and family: why are the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer. I don’t think we quite understand how capitalism and greed is sucking the life out of the citizens of the United States. Politicians don’t really hold in political power, the super wealthy do. This video will show you exactly why.
I refuse to allow you to “defeminate” me. To turn me into your single, strong, black mother who was your mother and your father because his sorry ass wasn’t in your life. I won’t take care of you nor bring 50% to table spread with ramen noodles and hotdogs for dinner because you don’t have a job. I will bring a hundred to a man who does likewise. I won’t allow you to make me feel inadequate because of your shortcomings as a man. I am not a gold digger, I am golden and want to be treated as such by a man who can provide. I refuse to allow you to make me feel that my femininity, my soft-spoken voice, and my vulnerabilities make me weak. That my willingness to be submissive to a good man is outdated and laughable. I am sorry that my emotions and my tears make you uncomfortable when you hurt me because yours were screamed, beaten, and bullied out of you. Not having emotions doesn’t make you a man; it makes you dead inside. It makes it easy for you to sleep around, lie, and neglect your children. It makes it easy for you not to have faith in God, neglect your duties as a man, and try to turn me into a man/woman combination that your mother had to become to take the place of your infantile father.
But one day you will cry. You will cry because you lost the chance to have true love. That you ended up in a loveless marriage because you married for security. Or that you absence in your daughter’s life caused her to be a whore; a single, strong black mother, a woman who has to work to provide for her whole family, including her sorry excuse for a man husband, or a woman so bitter from not knowing who her father is that she will not attract good men or emasculate the men she does attract. Also in that absence, your son may be leave a lingering string of bastard babies that he can’t or refuse to take care of, become confused with gender roles and end of wearing a dress and heels, or seek out women to live with to replace his mother if his mother won’t continue to baby him.
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This makes me so angry because I hate to see my beautiful kings linger in the darkness, never reaching their full potential, and blaming racism on why you are a sorry SOB. It makes me even more angry that if you were a better man and really attempted to make it in this world, racism will affect you but it shouldn’t defeat you. Does the chicken come before the egg? Will men stepping up to the plate, becoming better fathers, and better mates change women and children without for the better? Or do we blame women for choosing to procreate with sorry men, then raise the children alone without positive male influence?
I read the news on occasion, just to get a general idea of what is going on in the world. I think the media/news networks are crap and more concerned about ratings than truly educating and informing people. Sometimes I visit Yahoo! News to read up on articles that catch my attention. I used to visit the comment section but I can’t anymore. Any time a news story is published on Yahoo! News and the person is black, the comment section looks like a conservative KKK meeting. Even when the victim and the perpetrator is black, I see some of the most vile comments I have ever seen in my life. They talk about the fallacy of black on black crime as if it is actually true. I know these idiots don’t do any research. They are just victims of believing what the media puts out there.
Recently, I had a conversation with a guy that said that he lives in an all white neighborhood because he feel like it is safer for him and his children. He said black on black crime proves that black people are violent beast who murder people at a staggering rate. I called his bluff with my excellent research skills and proved to him that violence and murder knows no color.
According to the CDC:
Homicides
Total-16,259 Male-12,774 Female-3,485
White-7,863 Male-5,648 Female-2,215
Black-7,818 Male-6,704 Female-1,114
Suicides -PAGE 51
Total-38,364 Male-30,277 Female-8,087
White-34,690 Male-27,422 Female-7,268
Black-2,144 Male-1,755 Female-389
Indian-469 Male-344 Female-125
According to the FBI numbers for America in 2009 where the race of the murderer and murdered were known:
According to this data from the CDC, a white man is more likely to kill himself or be killed by another white man than by a black person. In other words, white men are more a danger to themselves than black people. The sad part is that many black people believe the black on black crime fallacy as well. It is a radicalized term that feeds off racist fears of black people. As you see, there is not a huge difference in the number of homicides according to race but we never hear white on white crime discussed in the media. I will keep demonizing the media until they stop telling lies and promoting division in people. It is a proven fact that children who do not watch television and read more have higher self-esteem than children who watch television and read less. Any time you see someone use the term black on black crime or try to make excuses for their racism, hit them with these figures. I copied and pasted this chart in Yahoo! News comments section about 10 times one day. They got so mad, that I got cursed out and called every name but my screen name. Knowledge and education is a racist person’s kryptonite. Real friends don’t let friends walk around ignorant.
Colorblind
I love lovely people. People who are smart, caring, understanding, compassionate, generous, unselfish, friendly, and kind. It doesn’t matter how much money they have, what color that are, or where they live. I see them for the individual that they are. I can’t stand a true asshole. However, I have a soft spot for assholes; the kind that play dirty because they are really sensitive and act like assholes to put up a wall around their emotions. True ignorant assholes come in all forms, shapes, and colors.
I grew up in a small town, a rural area that is extremely racially segregated. In 2014, it still is that way. I have lived and visited many places where it is not so segregated. I have had friends from all different types of racial and cultural backgrounds. I think it is amazing that there is still this huge cultural gulf between black and white people. I think it is because we don’t attempt to really understand each other’s cultures and it sets the stage for negative stereotypes to form. I think prejudice is a natural human reaction in humans weather it is race, religion, beauty, or any other likewise category. Most of us are intelligent enough not to play out our prejudices in racist ways.
I really hate this colorblind society that is being created and being sold as a so-called post racial society. I hate when people claim they “don’t see color”! Why the hell not?! We are two different colors and two different cultures and they are different. Why can’t we celebrate those differences? Why can’t we stop attaching negative attributes to skin color? I have female friends who are white. They are beautiful women who are smart, funny, dynamic, good mothers, fun to be around, and I like them for who they are. Saying they are white is merely a physical characteristic, not a summation of what they are, just what they look like. If someone asked me about one of them, I can’t just say, “She is white” and you will know everything there is to know about her. I have female friends who are black. They are beautiful as well. I can’t sum up who they are by merely stating their skin colors either. That is why being colorblind and saying you don’t see color is bad. I want you to see me. All of me. I want to see all of you too. Yeah, I get mistaken for a white woman on the telephone and my old co-worker from Disney World named Kesha often shock people when she shows up and she’s a white girl. Being white doesn’t automatically make one racist and being black doesn’t automatically absolve one from not being racist.
In America, the “white race” and “black race” are social constructs. A list of stereotypes, usually perpetuated by the media, politics, selective hearing, racially motivated Catch-22s, self-fulfilling prophecies, and willful ignorance. Sometimes I wonder will these divides last forever. It seems that we take two steps forward then one step back. I think that true America, people who have dreams of America actually being what she claims to be; a beautiful melting pot of races and cultures instead of oil and water in the same bowl, are sick of the racial divide in the country. I know I am.
Sometimes I wonder do the men who come into my life ever think how much their actions affect me. How they made me trust less, give less, love slower, build walls around my heart, and shook my confidence. How it made me question my beauty and my worth if only for a moment. I wonder do they think about how I had to give a piece of myself when I laid down and allowed them to enter my body. That sex is not casual for me. I gave you that piece of me because I felt in some way that you would treasure it, appreciate it, and respect it. I didn’t give it to you because you paid for it or used it to gain something I wanted from you other than your heart. It was a physical gift of my body to represent how you engaged my heart and mind.
I wonder do they ever think about the heart of the child that they made and chose to abandon. Do they ever think about the tears that child will shed one day wondering what they ever did wrong not to deserve a father? I think about my own father and how he showed me so much love. Even when he messed up and everyone talked badly about him, I still loved him fiercely despite his mistakes. I saw my mom cry tears for the things my dad did but I also saw him try to dry them. What about that child who saw their mother cry tears and you were nowhere to be found? Do they ever think about how their selfish actions created a flawed human being who will always have that piece missing from them that could have been loved away by their presence?
I wonder if my special brand of love stands out among the string of other women that were before and after me or if I am just a face in a sea of pussy. If they see me as a human with emotions, thoughts, dreams, and goals which one day included a possible future with them. I wonder if they ever thought that the trust, love, kindness, compassion, time, and money I wasted on them could be packaged and returned; that I could be a little better of a person if I could pour it back into my body. I wonder if I drew a picture of the pain and hurt they caused me, could the visual move their soul and cause empathy. If I could mix my tears with colors and paint you pictures of my heart before and after you left, would you really see and understand why you need to be a better man? I wonder…
I feel naked when I stand in front of you. Like you can see the pain behind my smile and my tears before they fall. My fake laughs fall like dead leaves at your feet. No matter how I try to hide my nakedness you see.
You see me stumble before I fall. The attempts I make to catch myself before I hit reality and shatter like glass. The imperfections I made trying to put myself back together again without your creative hands.
I try to hide behind glass. How dumb of me! Why can’t I view myself the way you view me? Perhaps I am too close to the mirror to perfectly see.
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So you fucked me and you think you did something big? You are bragging to your boys like you won the Olympics. Like you did something spectacular. You fucked this bitch, you fucked that bitch and all you had to do was show up with a hard dick.
Did you tell them how you played a role for me? How you studied the script to learn just the right things to say to get me to take my panties off? How you practiced your game, your facial expressions in the mirror so that I would believe you when you told me I was the only girl for you?
Did you tell them how you sent loving text messages and whispered sweet nothings in my ear all night on the phone? Or how you rained kisses on my neck and forehead when you greeted me? How you engaged in hours of mental and physical foreplay until I opened my legs for you? How you put on a whole Broadway production for me just to get my pussy?
You worked so hard to get some pussy baby for only a few minutes of pleasure and bragging rights to your friends. Getting that piece of pussy from me gave you bragging rights but you ain’t did shit. Brag about claiming, winning, and owning a heart. Anybody can get some pussy if a bitch is horny enough.
Love
When I was a little girl, I used to dream about getting married to a handsome man. Even then I was a little hopeless romantic. I practiced kissing on my teddy bears, I always wanted to have fake weddings when there were boys to play with, and I always wanted my daddy to walk me down the aisle and cry when he gave me away. We all want to be loved. Love my flaws, my quirks, my imperfections. Love, love, love.
Security
You think all the girls love flashy men with the big cars, jewelry, expensive clothes, and shoes, and all that glitters like gold because she is a money grubbing, gold digging slut. She might be, but all women want security. A man that can take care of her and any children she may have with him. Love is great but not if you have to live in a mud hut in a McDonald’s parking lot. Actually, a grown woman won’t be as excited about the 24 inch rims as she would stable employment, a dependable car, your own place or some place you live in which you pay at least some of the bills, an okay to good credit score, and a real live savings account. If you can take care of your home, we know you will be able to lead ours.
Protection
Big muscles and ripped abs are nice to look at but it’s not required. A lot of men think women only want tall muscle bound guys who are thugs and rock dreads. Hmmm, maybe…but it is about feeling safe. Feeling like you can protect us. A lot of people automatically think that a tall well built man will protect them because they think with their eyes but it is really about the heart and moral character of a guy. When someone threatens our safety, we want a man who will fight for us, who will speak up when he feels like we are being disrespected, and who won’t be hiding under the bed and in the closet with us during a break in.
Sex
Honestly, size really doesn’t matter. Passion does. Sex is not only physical for women but it is mental. Women are very self conscious about our bodies no matter how perfect you think it might be. A man who is passionate and make a woman feel beautiful in bed, doesn’t even have to take his underwear off to make her turn to liquid right there in your arms. Talk to her. Tell her she is beautiful from head to toe. Tell her that her eyes are beautiful , then kiss them. Tell her that her nose is beautiful, then kiss it. Tell her that her cheeks are beautiful, then kiss each one and every part of her body until you reach her longest toe. Worship her body. Pull her to your body roughly but kiss her softly. Flip her over on her stomach so fast her head spins then rain gentle kisses down her spine. When you enter her go slow then gradually speed up. Listen to her moans, they will teach you what she likes. Don’t cum too fast the second time around but if you do, don’t leave her unsatisfied. Use your hands, your mouth, whatever works. I promise you will be THE MAN.
Loyalty
You don’t deserve a cookie for telling the truth. Loyalty is always better than telling the truth. Don’t look at her friends ass. Don’t flirt with women and send secret inboxes on social media. Do not cheat. If you want to be single, be single. Don’t ever make her feel insecure. Acknowledge her and the role she plays in your life no matter where you are, especially on social media when women openly flirt with you. Telling the truth is admitting that you fucked Kesha when you got drunk that night. Being loyal is telling Kesha you have a woman who you are about to call so she can come drive your drunk azz home.
When I am in love, I feel like my body is dancing even when I am standing still.
Like my sun shines at night and my stars in the day.
I feel like music that forces the body to move and sway to an erotic beat that will make the drums jealous.
I feel like smiles and laughs floating in the air waiting for someone to come by and catch them. Like chocolate flavored kisses and honey dipped caresses.
When I am in love, I feel like his body is my refuge.
Like I can live by breathing his scent, satisfy my hunger with the taste of his lips, and quench my thirst by drinking in the sight of him.
I feel like sex itself; wet, hot, wild, messy, passionate, sweaty, nasty, hungry, primal, loud, fast, slow….
I feel like silent screams, loud yells, low growls, hard grunts, and soft purrs.
Yeah, that’s what I feel like when I’m in love ya’ll…
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