Damn she's got STYLE!!!

I

love to see a woman (especially black) doing the damn thang. And then when it's a woman I admire, respect, & is like a sister... well it doesn't get any better. So I had to show the WORLD, my girl has got style in all the right PLACES!!!!!

The look of life

Sometimes I actually miss being pregnant. You feel a true connection with your body, and baby. Everyone sees only the goodness you hold within; but it shines thru you like a ray of hope.

I miss that. Besides what's better than no having your monthly enemy, getting your feet rub, your hair & skin looks great, and people always let you cut in line.

YES!!!! Show me your true color!

While watching Bill Maher show with my hubbie, I almost kicked the TV in. It only takes a minute for "WHITE'EE" to show his true colors. Like most jobs, you get some time to settle in, figure out what works for you, and how to complete each task in a timely matter, while still being a individual.
But... let's go to the MAN IN CHARGE. OBAMA! He just got into a job that a fucking retard held for the last past 8yrs. Destroying everything that he touched. (DEVIL) But most of the white devils, are trying to say that he (our 1st black president) isn't doing a good enough job. He hasn't saved us from the bullshit we created. (Congress, Republicans, & Big paid thief's) As I watched Bill Maher talk like he has a problem with Obama not legalizing weed. Give me a break. This asshole thinks because he put his little white wee-wee in a few low class black chicks that he's down for the cause. If Obama did say "Hell yeah, Weed will definitely be illegal" people would have been rioting in the streets.
"I told you that NIGGER was going to kill this country." They would have tried to have him impeached ASAP!

He is doing a better job than any of us would have, and could have done. That's why he was elected! He can't clean up a house full of shit, when people continue to poo all over the place on a daily basis.

It is always refreshing to see people really show who they are. It makes me feel better. That I know that your a "want to be down when it;s comfortable for you white asshole." Yeah it makes me feel proud, to know that you are who you are... the WHITE DEVIL!

BE U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO matter what.

I have always tired to be myself. And most of the time I am! I mean there are the times when you need to hold back from kicking somebody in the mouth because you need their help, or not slapping a chick for cutting me in line at Starbucks. So for the most part, I am who I am... even when it's not such a good idea.

But this guy/chick/person... well let's just say YEAH!

Just...

Have you ever wondered why women live longer than men?

Well, I have an idea. I believe it's because women know how to enjoy life. The small things in life. Women promise something to themselves and then stick with it. Even if it's not such a great plan, we commit. We enjoy a drink out with friends when we're down, which ultimately brings your spirits up. Women don't bring the outside world home with them. Home is the haven. I drop that crap at the door. Women treat themselves even when there's no room for treats.

But men...

Men are like a hang-nail. They like to stick in the shit. They like the pain of all the bullshit, because it makes them feel like MEN! Men bring home all the bad, and then sits it on your lap, the couch, and even the bed. (sometimes) Men don't have friends that go out with them, they have friends that come over, dirty up yo shit (now something else I need to clean). Men work hard just to turn around and say, "I work hard for mines." So what nigga, so do I.

I work hard keeping a clean house, cooking dinner, and turn around to wash all the dishes. I work hard at washing every bodies clothes, putting them up, just to have to pick them up off the floor tomorrow. I work hard at staying in shape, just to hear; "shit if you had her titties I'd be all over you." I work hard at loving you even when it's almost down right IMPOSSIBLE! I work hard too. But I know how to live. BROKE, RICH, FAT, SKINNY, UGLY, CUTE, TIRED, UNHAPPY, OR HAPPY, I know how to live with life. All of her ups and downs. And that's why I'm going to live longer.

And when your gone, I'mma have a good damn too.

every time my monthly comes around,

I get treated like I have leprosy.

you kiss me without any hand contact

there are no quick feel ups,

no booty slaps,

no leg rubs,

...

this is the only time we actually have sides in the bed.

my side / your side/

good night.

just because we cant do the do

don't mean that i still don't want you,

to touch me,

to kiss me,

to treat me like a woman

not a deadly disease.

i guess I'm just not sexy enough to make you forget you can't get none

...

or maybe I'm that damn sexy you mad cause you can't

so your punishing me.

BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

The family of...

i can't believe where i came from sometimes. what i've accomplished without much support from the people who claim to be the most connected to you. this is called family. the people that usually have something negative to say about who i am, before a stranger would. it's hard to love with open arms, when every time i turn around your calling me just to shoot my down.

is it my fault that i make things happen for myself. if i want it... i create a way to get it! i do not wait for someone to hand me shit, i go get it! but you hate me for that. you blame me when your not happy with who you are, because someone asked you about me. what kind of stuff are you on? but i'm selfish because i'm not thrilled at the sound of you breaking wind. you really make me sick sometimes, because there has never been any competition between us for me. you are who you are, and i am who i am.

NOTHING MORE.... NOTHING LESS!

stop this consist game of one upping me, because i am not playing. i like my life. i love who i am. i don't mind being the simple on, yogi-ed out, messy hair (locks), dressing out of thrift stores, hanging at the park, or just sitting on the couch on a friday nite. i am who i am... and if you can't respect me for that & love me like this...

then don't call me no more till you fix your issues. because i'm fine!

My BFF & her Band!!!!

I told you he had different personalities.

What I love...

This entry comes with a soul heavy from reality.

DEATH!

We all know that it is going to happen. To me, to everyone I love, to everyone I will never know, but sometimes it's hard to swallow. In the recent weeks, I have been touch by people that I have no connection to. I actually shed a few tears for three men that were lost at sea. Yes, LOST! I felt for their families, their future plans, their reality that I am going to die here, by myself. That is a big pill to digest. Then a mother of two, a wife, and sister, maybe even a role model to some, died on her vacation... with her family! Come on death. Why do you have to be such an ASSHOLE???

Let people go with a sense of self, and feeling of welcome. Or just kill the weak something terrible, and let everyone else go with some heart.

Maybe I'm just being sensitive... but I feel for everyone that has lost someone. It hurts... even when it;s not your hurt.

WHY can't I have her style??

Look, I am PROUD to be a black woman. STRONGER because I am usually told that I won't make it, and SMARTER because I've been pushed back by some many. But there a are few things... (because they are not people/ black women) that were put here to hold us back, as women, as black people, as the divine.
There are few that get under my skin, and make me ASHAMED of who I am, and what I should represent. These two failures make my skin crawl! They should be turned into shoes and belts for the homeless, because that is all they are good for! They are the dark-side of what we all shouldn't come in contact with.
They are weak... because they thrive on attention.
They are stupid... because they know not what they represent.
They are evil... because the send us back 3 steps, when we've only come 2!
If I ever see either one of these demons... I will slap the taste out of the mouth, and rip their skin off just to expose there is no soul!!!!!

Baby Sis... Doing her thang!

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NEW INK

YES... We all know that I'm totally obsessed with ink/tattoo's... So for my bday, I got a new one. YAY!!!!

Hppy Birthday

Happy birthday to me! Another year older, but I don't feel any change. I did have a great weekend however. We all know that I LOVE Jessica Simpsons collection... so I got a flyy pair of shoes.

Spoiled little LA GIRL

Yes... I am; Just a spoiled little LA girl. Who wants everything I want when I want it. And that includes my husband. I have to say that I am truly a lucky girl. On a regular my hubbie goes to work at a job he is not thrilled about, so that I can go to Starbucks and spend at least $10 a day. Go get my nails, and eye brows done. Take our daughter to one of the most expensive schools in the city, and he does it because he loves us.

And most of the time, I'll still want more. My husband has bought me two houses, 3 cars, countless cell phones, and even giving me the choice to work when and where I want. Because o him, I am able to run my own business. I am super grateful for him. And even when I am super pissed at him, I know the he is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

He keeps me grounded!

Thank you baby...

When I get lonely,
I lash out.
When I get lonely,
I reach out... maybe to someone or something else.

I'd really like a smoke right now. Cigarettes are fun to smoke when your lonely,
depressed,
upset,
hungry.
I'm lonely.

I miss when you use to touch me when we slept.
I miss when you would look into my eyes, while we talked.
Shit I miss talking to you...
now we scream.

When I get lonely,
I stray.
When I get lonely,
I cry.
When get lonely,
I create anything to keep my mind busy... full.

I miss when you wanted to give me your time.
I miss having afternoon sex.
I miss having a friend, a partner.

Every woman needs attention from her partner.
Full attention, and that doesn't mean you all over me,
but at least giving me so real attention and time.
I don't want to just be yours when your ready to fuck.
I don't want to be just yours when my smile seems to attract others.
I don't want to be yours when you need you resume sent out.
I want to be yours all of the time.

AND I WANT SOME TIME.
REAL MUTHAFUCKIN' TIME.

EAT SHIT & DIE!
I'm tired of being lonely.

remember this?

Do you remember that guy, that begged you to commit? or the guy that just couldn't? do you remember when you gave up things so easy? or when you held on to small things so tight?

i remember being free. i remember being begged. i remember being the center.

it's hard to swallow the thick shit. it makes your throat sore. the count, i don't think is high, but being honest i have had my share of dudes.

basketball

football

poor

rich

educated

stupid as hell

jail birds

babies

one nighties

and everything in between

but i just can't seem to remember where i lost my god-damn mind!

i remember when i had to stop because i just had had enough. i remember when i couldn't take it another day and walked... out. i remember when i stayed and i knew i'd regret it. i remember when i dated that fool because everyone said i should. i remember hating myself for that. he was a complete fuck-up...

should i shout his ass out???

no i won't do that. LOSER!

i remember when he cried in front of me asking me why. i remember setting up 2 booty calls in one night. i remember letting one down. i remember being let down. that shit fucking hurts

those damn let downs

men all always do it.

they always do.

i'll always remember you said forever.

i'll always remember you said 100 times.

i'll always remember you said i was the best.

but more than anything...

i'll remember when i lost that funny feeling.

Mother Universe

Your touch makes me restless. I'm sitting here looking at your image that's stamped in my mind. How do you do that voodoo you do? I hear the drips from your mind, your effortless when it comes to knowledge. Leak all over me so that I may fill up with the essence of you. to enlighten myself with your presence makes my skin chill. Forever am I yours. Keep me awake and aware of all that surrounds me, I want to see life as you do, thru your eyes. Reach your hand out so that I may hear the worlds breathe thru your finger tips. Nature is pouring from you style, so feed me so that hunger never visits me. Forever I am yours.

Mother Universe I am forever yours.