Double Standards in Music?

Keri Hilson and Raheem Devaughn recently released new music videos for their songs "The Way You Love Me" and "She's Single" both of which I've recently watched after my timeline was abuzz from people talking about both videos. If you haven't seen either of the videos, I've embedded them below.





Now I liked both of the videos, but I was kinda upset at the female commentary I saw for the video by Ms. Keri bay-be (I just like saying that). It seems that most of the discussion regarding Keri's video cast her in a negative light and call her "whorish." But Raheem's video, although explicit and maybe even borderline HBO, Cinemax, or Showtime late night softcore porn was met with rave reviews. I just wanna get my two cents out...Why is it that America seems to criticize a woman when she displays her sexual prowess and is celebrating getting what we refer to in New Orleans as "good joog?" Ladies, please don't be coy and act like you don't have a "special outfit" for that special guy and never did anything out of character, for him. Maybe not a video or a picture cause that's prolly whorish in your opinion also, but I'm talking a "for his eyes only" show. Oh, you haven't? Well that's why your basic ass is still single and can't keep a man, lol. But on the real, Raheem can blatantly talk about taking another man's woman and romancing her for the night, making her act as tho she's single for the night and that's okay?

Why?

Because he ate her out and they used protection?

I'm curious as to why this is anybody care to enlighten me?

My Creole Mistress

Let me tell you a tale, whose details will leave you wetter than the cast of Finding Nemo;

it’s a true to life saga about my love affair with this South Louisiana Creole.

There was nothing epic in the way we met, just a plain old January Monday;

the Super Bowl was the day before, the Saints weren’t there, see, just another day.

I grew up with her like the girl next door and never knew she’d one day own my heart;

but it was the strange phenomenon of her culture that was working Voodoo from the start.

Now if you’ve ever met one of these Creole queens, you know not to ever call them a mutt;

but how else do you describe a dash of this and that with a splash of such and such?

Yeah, she was one of them varieties that you’d have to leave the country to find suitable competition for;

she handled her business and partied all night, her last call if she had one, was sometime around four.

The language she spoke was an interesting dialect, some from other nations, others homegrown;

but the swagger she carried, the style she had, they were non-mistakably her own.

I left her some time ago with no regrets, feeling like her trouble would lead to bad days;

it took me some time but I’m wiser now, took for me to almost lose her to see the error of my ways.

She went in that ward on August 29th and I didn’t get the chance to see her until November;

I almost cried when I saw what hit her, one the saddest days I’ll ever remember.

I thought I did it the right way, cause it seemed she’d never come back to be how I knew her;

you shoulda seen the fight in this girl, I doubt anything in the world would ever subdue her.

She came to me in a dream, stripped, bald, barren, battered, and bruised;

she didn’t want me to look at her but I couldn’t stop staring at her awkward new tattoos.

Some ugly little things with Xs and Os, acronyms, numbers, words, and such;

it was like some other language, to me the shit was all Dutch.

It was in this dream that she spoke to me and said “I’m proud of everything you’ve done so far;

take this time to get yourself together, I’m right in your heart, so I’ll be wherever you are.

You left me for her, and I don’t care, she’ll never do to or for you all of the wondrous things I can;

so take what she offers, learn from her, because even when you left you never stopped being my man.

And I tried to make it work, but the one I was with had common ways I’ve long despised;

funny what I needed the most was that same girl from way back who was commonly specialized.

It was the money she flashed, the promises she made, that had me runnin to her like a groupie;

in the end she cheated herself, because she didn’t see the potential of letting me do “me.”

My love didn’t shelter my opinion or ask me to conform because she among the most exotic in the states; even if I gave you her cookbook, I doubt you’d be able to make the same plates.



You see she makes groceries, while you merely go to the store to buy,



She greets with “heeeey baby,” and you only say “hi.”



She got pahrans and nan-nans, maw-maws, paw-paws, and God-siblings,



You got a t-jones and grandparents, nothing novel in the way that rings.



She wants to know who you are, while what you are is what makes you tick,



And that’s when I decided to seek her aid cause you truly make me sick.



Houston you’ll forever have a piece of me cause I made sure during our time together to get deep inside of you;

but happiness for me is what I’ve always known, you’ll forever be a long-distance boo.

The last time I saw her ended much in the same way that it normally does, with her wearing the sheets as a dress;

she picked up her head and was pretty as ever despite her hair looking a mess.

“So you going back to that girl again, after another wild romp, I’m still just the weekend fuck;”

I wanted to keep my intentions a surprise cause wit her forever aint long enough.

I walked to where she lay, pulled her close to me, and started the beginning of the rest of my life;

“I’m tired of coming home to my Creole mistress, what say I make you my Creole wife?

New Orleans, my love, I’m sorry I left you, all that remains on my end is a few loose ends to tie;

some things I gotta wrap up and finish out there before I can tell her goodbye.

I’m no longer doing what’s expected of me, I’m only interested in what I think I should;”

and as I closed the door behind me I whispered “next time I come home, it’ll be for good.”



We'll Talk...

Well thanks to a good friend of mine, I've gotten back into writing, I've had a piece in mind I've been toying with lately, so I think I'll just sit here and let it go. First lemme give u a background on it tho. Lately people have been asking me why I'm single, and my response is because I cant find the right girl. And others have asked me what to do to get my attention for their homegirl (yeah right) but I think this just about sums it up.

We'll Talk...

Gimme that pussy and we'll talk, sweetheart I'm sorry for coming off so abrupt,
but i'm a product of the US's free market economy, and big decisions I don't rush.
Yeah society has corrupted me into always thinking i have the right to try before i buy,
how many people can honestly say that they bought a car without a test drive?
So dont hem me up on that bullshit that I want the milk without buying the cow,
cause if you got a cow with some spoiled ass milk, it aint no use to you anyhow.
You see I want the house, car, wife, kids, complete with white picket fence,
but if you can't keep me happy, then our relationship makes no sense.
I'll be honest for a second and tell you that nymphs got nothing on me,
I need it and want it everyday of the week, and you gotta put it down when called on, you see.
Monogamy is not my strong suit, and i usually step out because sex aint like i need,
my ideal woman is highly respected in society, and a pornstar, just for me.
So if you're trying to catch my attention, the bedroom is prolly the best place to start,
cause I'd hate to give you the starring role and find you lack the talent for the part.
Gimmie that pussy and we'll talk, about where we wanna go in life,
where we see ourselves in 5 years, and when I'll make you my wife.
Maybe it's the mileage ive gathered over the years that causes me to feel this way,
but I need to know what Im getting into and it about what you do not what you say.
Im not opposed to the dates and courting, but we wont get to monogamy without sex,
Im old enough to be set in my ways and have no problem going on to the next.
Somebody will catch me one day and through the rest of our lives we'll walk,
but I guarantee she'll have complied when I said, "gimmie that pussy and we'll talk"

Text Messages

The following is something a friend and I were working on chronicling the dating game and the chase from the man and the woman's perspective, enjoy, and as always feedback is appreciated


She...

Sits at her desk unable to focus

His text is on her screen and she immediately notices

Grabbing the phone but putting the response on delay

Can’t seem desperate; oh the games we play

Choosing her words carefully when she finally responds

Doesn’t want to come across as needy or too strong

So an hour for her response he waits

She presses send then begins to contemplate



He...

Pride won't allow a man to be considered weak;

It's been a minute since they exchanged numbers and he still can't speak.

Several times he's conquered his prey without hearing a voice;

But he's gotta use tact cause he wants more than getting her moist.

So he opted for simplicity, cause he could always just downplay the text;

"I need you worse than jazmine..." letting her decide what comes next.

Then the regret tripled in his mind after he pressed send;

60 minutes later the phone buzzed away, and this chapter came to begin.



She...

Even though the delay was deliberate

The response made her blush when she read it.

Did he mean Aladdin’s Jasmine?

Filled with desperation and passion?

Or the sweet flower with the elusive scent?

Insinuating that for a night her body he wanted to rent?

Nevertheless his words had moved she

But remain cool she had to be

So vague she kept it with an “awww that’s so sweet

”But who's gonna make the first move definitely not she



He....

As he anxiously awaited, he never expected to be at this place

Should he attack full throttle, or attempt to save face

She never struck him as the type to be schoolgirlishly coy

Maybe she was flattered or maybe she labeled him a little boy

It had never been this hard to let her know what was going on

But then again his convos usually involved stilettos handcuffs and a thong

He dismissed a random text that read "let me suck u dry"

And got back to his target with a response that read simply "*sigh*"



She...

She can’t read his tone through these keystrokes

But it’s an easier way to express emotions than through vocal notes

Afraid to read too much into his texts

Afraid to say more than he expects

She wants to know what “sigh” stands for

She needs to know if he wants something more

She’s been ignoring textual advances of her other suitors

Dismissing them as unworthy because she has become the chooser

And she has chosen he

All eggs in one basket foolishly

So she has to play this one smart

If she wants to be the closest thing to his heart

She types the open ended “what do you want from me?"

Ball’s back in his court “SEND” now let’s wait and see.



He...

His mind in circles as he repeated the question out loud,

and began pacing back in forth to erase his mind's cloud.

He couldn’t put in words the response she needed to hear

because when it came down to it, they shared the same fear.

Objects in the heart are sometimes closer than they appear

blinked in his mind in neon, like in a review mirror.

This road was the same, always smooth in the onset

but they ended one less than who began the trip.

He took a chance and let his finger go

typed far more than intended but she just had to know

"Hell, I want everything that is open to be took,

even some of the things that’s locked away because u got shook

by the guy from the past who I remind you of and hope I wouldn't be

I gotta be everything you need, do you trust me?"



She...

Her phone slides off of her fingertips onto the floor

His words had shaken her to her soul’s core

In asking the question, she had expected an evasive answer

Instead his response required her to face her fears like cancer

Re-reading his text at least 100 times

Carefully dissecting each word and reading in between the lines.

Drafting and re-drafting is what had taken her so long

24 hours it took her to finally respond

Not that she had slept a wink all night

But thinking of an answer concise enough to text type

Finally her words begin to flow

Instead of censoring herself; she let it all go:

“Been down this road with him, him, and him

Uncertain about going this route again

Giving you all that is there for the taking

Makes me susceptible to be broken if you’re faking

Trust is to be earned and not given

Something I’ve learned in this life I’m living

The things you want unlocked were once used against me

Now these secrets are kept under lock and key

Can you promise you’re not like the ones before?

And whatever is to come won’t send you out the door

Exactly what I need I’m not truly sure

But we can work up to that if your intentions are pure

Tell me that in us you’re ready to invest

These are my demands and I’ll accept nothing less.”

It was like the last word of a prayer...Amen

At 3am is when she finally pressed send.



He...

Awaken from his slumber by a jab to the chest,

"Tell that heaux you laid up, I'm sick of this mess!!!"

"Who could this be at 3 am?

Fuckin up my sleep pissing off my lil friend"

He told her “don't worry”; thinking “he'll cuss her out later”

But she insisted on inviting herself over so she could return the favor

Now who was disturbing their sleep with apparent bullshit

He looked at his phone and came face to face with the guilty culprit.

After reading the text he sent back "I’ll respond when the sun's up"

Lawd why SHE have to complicate his quest for butt?



She...

The buzzing of the phone jolts her awake

She realizes it’s a call not a text message exchange

She answers the phone expecting it to be HE

The first time she’d hear his voice since the initial meet

To her surprise it’s another familiar voice on her line

Pleading on the other end for some of her time

She politely declined telling him she was tired

When in truth she was starting a new chapter so old workers had to be fired.

She hung up the call and noticed she had missed a text.

Immediately opened it to see what HE had responded

“I’ll respond when the sun’s up” struck her as odd

Reality hit and her head began to nod

He was up but in more ways than one

Probably a little late night action or laid up with someone

She thought, “Be what I need

Nigga please

If you were you’d refrain from being between someone’s knees

I’m only guessing even still I’ll do you before you do me.

If I’m wrong that’s a chance I’m willing to take

This is the cushion prepared for my heart to deter any breaks”

Racking her brain to see what’s to come next

She hits redial; he picks up “If you still want to come over the answer’s yes.”





He...

Struggling to save face from his embarrassing night,

He thinks "I just want her gone, no fuss, no fight.

"Tapping his latest conquest on her tattooed shoulder,

The words he spoke just fell like a boulder.

"Why are we fooling ourselves, it’s nothing but sex,

True, you are a pretty face, but I'm on to the next.

If you are mature you'd say thanx for the memories and quietly leave,

take your stuff from hiding and empty that trashcan of weave.

You see, I found something that's better than you,

I’m in search of wifey and you're only a boo.

"Surprisingly she complied but that was the only good thing,

because as soon as boo pulled off, he gave HER a ring.

Thinking she'd be waiting, he got the shock of the day,

"I’m unable to come to the phone, leave one and have a blessed day."