Yeah, I’m Going On a Little Rant Today…

CIVIL MARRIAGE is in NO WAY related to CIVIL RIGHTS. Lets just clear that up right now. In my opinion yes, you can love whom ever you want it’s your life do what you want to do now I can’t tell you who to sock it to, but don’t you dare bring the color of my skin into this. Your battle on equality for all sexualities is your problem, not mine or my ancestors. So please, for agruement sake let’s keep it real. Did your people, (I’m referring to homosexuals) struggle like our people (referring to black people)? I think not. I am positive that you weren’t held against your will for hundreds of years at a time, raped, seperated from your families, whipped, and so on and so forth. Yes, you may have gone through some horrific things due to bullying but that doesn’t compare to what happened to blacks. I’m just saying. I ain’t here to preach, just here to teach,

POW.

What I Want…

I want to…

Fall in love with a poet, blindfolded

I want to be able to sense his smile

Even in complete darkness

I want to be able to wake up

And know that his heart beat is just like mine,

Irregularly fast because

I know the Lord has blessed me with yet another day

To see his face

I want to hear a symphony playing in the background

Everytime we say “I Love You”

I want…

To be able to know that my Daddy will

Approve of my taste in mates

And my Momma will smile and say

“He’s a keeper.”

Is that too much to ask for?

A simple, guy who’s good with

Words and knows how to

Love me from the inside out

And can respect my mind as well as my

Body?

I just want a poet.

A heart stopping, conspiracy trotting,

No lies bearring, truely caring,

Nothing but daring, Poet.

Who happens to like Pretzels.

:)

We Grown Now:Chapter 21

Lailah’s P.O.V:

Sunday

Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=48486357

Today is the last day Dianah and I will be in New York, and honestly I wasted my time here busy worrying about my marriage. So I decided to take today to just relax and to enjoy my remaining time here. But what Dee had said did make alot of sense. Was Carlos worth crying over? Yeah, he’s my husband, my baby. But was he worth forgiving? That, I didn’t have the answer to. Dianah took the car yesterday so today it was my turn. I drove to the nearest nail shop and scheduled myself a manicure. While picking out nail polish my phone started to ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Where are you? When I woke up, you were gone.”

“I’m at the nail salon. I just wanted to have a little me time before we left.”

“Oh, I understand. But, dang! You could’ve woke me up. My nails starting to look real ratchet. Lol. Oh, and I had to tell you what happened last night.”

“I meant to ask you about that. Why you come in the house, trying to tip toe in heels, and then being loud as ever?”

“Lol. My bad girl. It’s just that I had so much FUN last night! I haven’t been this happy in a long time.”

“What happened? You win the lottery or something?”

“You would think that right? But no. I went-“

“Sorry, girl. It’s my turn to get my nails done. I’ll call you when I leave out.”

“Okay. Wait! Meet me at the cafe across the street from our hotel, kay?”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye, Lai!”

I wonder why she’s so pumped…Anyway, back to my me time. “Miss? You ready?” “Yeah, I’m coming.” Time to get pampered.

Just a Thought

Why is everyone so interested in Weed now?

Can anyone answer that question?