Everyone who knows me knows that I am a full-blown supporter of Historically Black Colleges and Universities, hell I am an alumnus of two at both the undergraduate and graduate level, but Bobby Jindal is really making my nerves bad. For those of you unfamiliar with the situation, allow me to offer a brief synopsis. Bobby Jindal, the governor of Louisiana, in an attempt to save some money within the State’s budget, proposed a merger of the University of New Orleans and Southern University at New Orleans and formed a board to write a report on the feasibility of this merger. Jindal cited the close proximity of the two campuses and their low graduation rates as the reason behind this, but I, like most products of the Southern University system, see the disaster that such a merger would create.
First of all, we, the products of THE Southern Univeristy SYSTEM (the only HBCU with its own system with 3 campuses and a law school), would attempt to cause hell to freeze over before we let someone take one of our campuses away from us. I guess Mr. Jindal is not well versed in the writings of Booker T. Washington, who said that the fundamental purpose of Tuskegee University is to give those who would be unable to earn a degree from most other schools a CHANCE to get said degree from their own efforts. Washington later went on to say that if only one of these cast-away students out of an entire freshman class earned a degree then the University would be a success. Hence the lower admission standard for most HBCUs as compared to Predominately White Institutions. But I guess that’s the trend in society these days, people don’t read or find out why things are the way the way they are before they make their commentary. And the funny thing is that with Jindal being an Indian-American, I would expect him to be more sympathetic to minorities, but I guess you forget who you are when you’re a Republican.
I know that the argument that I’m making does not take into accord how the UNO family may feel, but I’m not concerned with them at this point. The report that was compiled by a Colorado group states that the only two viable options are to assemble the two schools into a “University of Greater New Orleans” under the University of Louisiana System or to maintain two separate schools one as a “Metropolitan University” and the other as an “Urban Research University” but would call for new leadership at both schools and would do away with SUNO’s historically black mission, similar to that of Tuskegee. The second option would call for these two schools as well as Delgado Community College to fall under the umbrella of an entirely new system.
Am I the only one who’s lost here??? So now the governor can suggest outlandish proposals and these are immediately brought into action? The governor can remove schools from systems and place them into other systems or just move them into a brand new system all together? This is totally wrong and I think Jindal just bought himself a 12 round legal battle, hope he’s ready for all that. Maybe somebody can explain this madness to me so I don’t look at it as racist or make a bunch of derogatory remarks about Governor Jindal, but until someone can, he’s on my “Fuck You” list, right along with Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, George Bush, Bill White, Tom Joyner and a few others. This proposal could open up the flood gates for other states and probably get some other PWI’s to get law schools on the campuses of HBCUs in their respective systems. I have said for the longest that black folks and their desire to assimilate into Caucasian culture is what killed the HBCU, but if Jindal succeeds in this outlandish proposal and eliminates SUNO from the Southern University System, mark my words, the days of the HBCU are numbered, pray for us!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
I Support 2-Cent...Crabs in a Barrel Part 2
I would first like to apologize for my lack of posting lately. For those of yall who don't know, I have moved back to New Orleans and am in the process of getting settled and accustomed to being back home. Anyone who knows me knows that I love any and all things New Orleans, and have devoted my life to removing any and all negative stereotypes associated with my great city. With that being said, when my homie, Malik, posted on twitter that we should retweet our support for 2-cent, so I just posted #Isupport2cent without hesitation and without knowing what was going on. But after today, I found out about the media beef between B-Mike Odums and Tom Joyner, and boy was I appalled. For those of yall who are unfamiliar with 2-cent, please go to http://www.2-cent.com/ and educate yourself about who 2-cent is and what they do. I probably shouldn't get into my opinion on the creative works of 2-cent and all because of my tweets, postings, and favoriting of their videos, one would be inclined to think that I have a biased opinion, but at the end of the day, 2-cent is a bunch of 20-somethings who are doing their part to eliminate those same negative stereotypes of New Orleans youth, and do their part to make the city a better place.
Anyways, last week, Tom Joyner decided to "go in" on 2-cent and B-Mike of which the most pertinent parts can be heard here; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5EnhSlLrEA. Now, let me "go in" on Mr. Joyner, cause I swear he DON'T want my stress trouble! Mr. Joyner brings nation-wide notice and attention to the book drive sponsored by 2-cent and showcased in their video "Every Book" which can be seen here; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HBbTlRz9ZQ. But Mr. Joyner seems to do one of the most ignorant things that any person (black, white, hispanic, asian, male, or female) can do in an argument, and that's not know all the facts. He proceeds to state that while he supports the actions of those who are trying to uplift and educate America's youth, that he cannot pass on such support to B-Mike because he needs to go back to the drawing board as Young Money's "Every Girl" is not the right vessel to propel such a movement, and then plays a sample of "Every Girl" to show why he disagrees with the song. Now Mr. Joyner and I do agree on the point that the youth do not need to be hearing words like that song's infamous hook "I wish I could fuck every girl in the world," but that's about as far as our agreement goes. Tom even goes further in saying that Will Smith and DJ Jazzy Jeff's "Parents Just Don't Understand" would be a better song to use in this plight, and I can only shake my head at his ignorance.
Apparently, Mr. Joyner never watched "Every Book" or he would have listened to the lyrics, the hook of "I wish I could read every book in the world," or the bridge of "we read that...we read that too." Or maybe Tom Joyner needs to do like Lil John suggested and "read a muhfukkin book," possibly one that would teach him the meaning of the word parody, which is prominently displayed in video's title on YouTube. In addition, most educators would agree that the best way to educate children is by associating unfamiliar information with familiar works, so why wouldn't Young Money's song be a good look? You'd be surprised at the things children pick up on these days, and I'd much rather my 4 year old telling me about his desire to read book in the world, as opposed to smashing every girl (before yall start, YES I WOULD). What's even funnier or more ironic is how Tom Joyner suggests "Parents Just Don't Understand" from 1988. Keep in mind that it is now 2011, the last of the 80's babies, those born in 1989, will be 22 this year, and I honestly think that those with a memory of said song would probably be those born in 1985 or before meaning those 25+ which is far beyond what society would consider as the youth. Children these days probably couldn't think back to a time when Will Smith was the Fresh Prince, and not an actor, or just simply Willow's daddy. They probably couldn't even remember songs such as "Gettin Jiggy With It," one of Smith's latter (and lamer) hits.
Now even after reading, listening to, and thinking all that, I was upset but not necessarily pissed off, but what really got to me was the response Tom sent to one of 2-cent's high school ambassadors after she decided to share her thoughts and experiences with 2-cent with Mr. Joyner. Mr. Joyner tells her;
"My office has been flooded with emails and phone calls about this, and if there is an opportunity to address this I'll definitely let you and the folks at 2-cent know. For now, let everyone know I'm getting your messages but there are a whole lot of other things we're focused on right now on the TJMS and I can't make any promises that we'll get back to this right away. I appreciate your reaching out."
REALLY, TOM?! REALLY?! You have other things to focus on, but you didn't have those other things to focus on when u decided to fire shots at 2-cent. Be the bigger man and give them a medium to explain their side of the story instead of the coward who throws a sneak punch for the first attack and then runs away from the repercussions. I'm putting Tom Joyner in the category with Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, in saying that while I appreciate all that you have done for Black America, you're getting dumber in your old age! I think Tom should actually watch the video, have a talk with Michael Eric Dyson, who comments at the end of "Every Book," issue an apology to 2-cent, and bring them in for guests on his show.
B-Mike and 2-cent, I support you! If you feel the same, please re-post this, comment, tell a friend, and write Tom Joyner at tom@blackamericaweb.com, and let him know that he who lives in a glass house should not throw stones, and that NEW ORLEANS SUPPORTS 2-CENT and has the intelligence to know that we should have all the facts before passing judgment.
I can't wait to see the 2-cent parody of "Tom Joyner Just Don't Understand."
Anyways, last week, Tom Joyner decided to "go in" on 2-cent and B-Mike of which the most pertinent parts can be heard here; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5EnhSlLrEA. Now, let me "go in" on Mr. Joyner, cause I swear he DON'T want my stress trouble! Mr. Joyner brings nation-wide notice and attention to the book drive sponsored by 2-cent and showcased in their video "Every Book" which can be seen here; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HBbTlRz9ZQ. But Mr. Joyner seems to do one of the most ignorant things that any person (black, white, hispanic, asian, male, or female) can do in an argument, and that's not know all the facts. He proceeds to state that while he supports the actions of those who are trying to uplift and educate America's youth, that he cannot pass on such support to B-Mike because he needs to go back to the drawing board as Young Money's "Every Girl" is not the right vessel to propel such a movement, and then plays a sample of "Every Girl" to show why he disagrees with the song. Now Mr. Joyner and I do agree on the point that the youth do not need to be hearing words like that song's infamous hook "I wish I could fuck every girl in the world," but that's about as far as our agreement goes. Tom even goes further in saying that Will Smith and DJ Jazzy Jeff's "Parents Just Don't Understand" would be a better song to use in this plight, and I can only shake my head at his ignorance.
Apparently, Mr. Joyner never watched "Every Book" or he would have listened to the lyrics, the hook of "I wish I could read every book in the world," or the bridge of "we read that...we read that too." Or maybe Tom Joyner needs to do like Lil John suggested and "read a muhfukkin book," possibly one that would teach him the meaning of the word parody, which is prominently displayed in video's title on YouTube. In addition, most educators would agree that the best way to educate children is by associating unfamiliar information with familiar works, so why wouldn't Young Money's song be a good look? You'd be surprised at the things children pick up on these days, and I'd much rather my 4 year old telling me about his desire to read book in the world, as opposed to smashing every girl (before yall start, YES I WOULD). What's even funnier or more ironic is how Tom Joyner suggests "Parents Just Don't Understand" from 1988. Keep in mind that it is now 2011, the last of the 80's babies, those born in 1989, will be 22 this year, and I honestly think that those with a memory of said song would probably be those born in 1985 or before meaning those 25+ which is far beyond what society would consider as the youth. Children these days probably couldn't think back to a time when Will Smith was the Fresh Prince, and not an actor, or just simply Willow's daddy. They probably couldn't even remember songs such as "Gettin Jiggy With It," one of Smith's latter (and lamer) hits.
Now even after reading, listening to, and thinking all that, I was upset but not necessarily pissed off, but what really got to me was the response Tom sent to one of 2-cent's high school ambassadors after she decided to share her thoughts and experiences with 2-cent with Mr. Joyner. Mr. Joyner tells her;
"My office has been flooded with emails and phone calls about this, and if there is an opportunity to address this I'll definitely let you and the folks at 2-cent know. For now, let everyone know I'm getting your messages but there are a whole lot of other things we're focused on right now on the TJMS and I can't make any promises that we'll get back to this right away. I appreciate your reaching out."
REALLY, TOM?! REALLY?! You have other things to focus on, but you didn't have those other things to focus on when u decided to fire shots at 2-cent. Be the bigger man and give them a medium to explain their side of the story instead of the coward who throws a sneak punch for the first attack and then runs away from the repercussions. I'm putting Tom Joyner in the category with Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, in saying that while I appreciate all that you have done for Black America, you're getting dumber in your old age! I think Tom should actually watch the video, have a talk with Michael Eric Dyson, who comments at the end of "Every Book," issue an apology to 2-cent, and bring them in for guests on his show.
B-Mike and 2-cent, I support you! If you feel the same, please re-post this, comment, tell a friend, and write Tom Joyner at tom@blackamericaweb.com, and let him know that he who lives in a glass house should not throw stones, and that NEW ORLEANS SUPPORTS 2-CENT and has the intelligence to know that we should have all the facts before passing judgment.
I can't wait to see the 2-cent parody of "Tom Joyner Just Don't Understand."
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
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?
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.”
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.”
Monday, November 15, 2010
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"
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"
Sunday, November 14, 2010
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."
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."
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Pussy Payments
Watch this first…
Press play before reading
Pussy…Vagina…Twat…Cooter…Cunt…Furby…Noonie…Kat…Juice Box…all words which have come to describe the greatest creation known to (wo)man, the female genetalia. Every man can testify to the indescribable value associated with pussy but the funny part is that most women undervalue theirs. Meaning that because you have a pussy, no matter how you keep it, SOME MAN will stick his cock into it or SOME WOMAN will lick it depending on your preference. (Yes there is hope for you all) Now, the value associated with pussy differs from person to person in both the giver and the receiver, but chances are you can get anything you need done just for some pussy. But isn’t that prostitution? Hell, dating is prostitution.
Some of you read that last statement like “I can’t believe that he said that,” but that once again proves how retarded the female mind is. On second thought, let me not make that generalization because my homegirls who fall in the category of “dudes with twats” as well as a lot of homosexual women I know don’t think in such a manner. Those of you who know me in real life know that I went to law school because I love to argue and in addition, I love the structure of the legal profession in that one has to prove everything to say. With that being said, even my opinions come with evidence.
Now, my son, Jerry Lavigne Jr. (RIP 1984-Present), a person I went to elementary school with discussed this issue via his YouTube channel in a satirical yet serious manner that is imbedded in the top of this posting, I hope you hit play. In the video, Jerry discusses a similar sentiment held by me and many other men and women, you are going to pay for pussy regardless, so just (wo)man up like Soulja Slim did and admit that you’ll pay for it. Let’s face it, “it aint tricking to a nigga with a few dollars” cause it wont hurt him, but you WILL trick to get pussy. And we all know that the only thing better than good pussy is good NEW pussy.
Back to the ridiculousness of the female mind, which will down play strippers and street walkers because they take cash up front for pussy when in your own personal life you do the same damn thing. Are you still doubting me? Well answer me this ladies, when was the last time you fucked somebody (woman or man), just because you found that person attractive and you were horny? It doesn’t count if you have had sex with that person before, because that initial time or times had prolly been paid for. Aint nothing in life free, and that includes pussy.
I look forward to reading the responses to this post because I anticipate much like the same thing that the responses and comments to Jerry’s video, you all will just prove my point. So you want somebody interested in you to take you out, spend time with you, and basically court you, in exchange for some pussy, right? So the only thing that separates you from the strippers and the heauxs on the street is that they take money up front for pussy where as you gotta sit through boring conversation during a meal, while baby girl gets cash and can eat with whoever whenever she pleases. So just be real and accept the fact that you accept pussy payments, I just hope for your sake you know how much your pussy costs…
Press play before reading
Pussy…Vagina…Twat…Cooter…Cunt…Furby…Noonie…Kat…Juice Box…all words which have come to describe the greatest creation known to (wo)man, the female genetalia. Every man can testify to the indescribable value associated with pussy but the funny part is that most women undervalue theirs. Meaning that because you have a pussy, no matter how you keep it, SOME MAN will stick his cock into it or SOME WOMAN will lick it depending on your preference. (Yes there is hope for you all) Now, the value associated with pussy differs from person to person in both the giver and the receiver, but chances are you can get anything you need done just for some pussy. But isn’t that prostitution? Hell, dating is prostitution.
Some of you read that last statement like “I can’t believe that he said that,” but that once again proves how retarded the female mind is. On second thought, let me not make that generalization because my homegirls who fall in the category of “dudes with twats” as well as a lot of homosexual women I know don’t think in such a manner. Those of you who know me in real life know that I went to law school because I love to argue and in addition, I love the structure of the legal profession in that one has to prove everything to say. With that being said, even my opinions come with evidence.
Now, my son, Jerry Lavigne Jr. (RIP 1984-Present), a person I went to elementary school with discussed this issue via his YouTube channel in a satirical yet serious manner that is imbedded in the top of this posting, I hope you hit play. In the video, Jerry discusses a similar sentiment held by me and many other men and women, you are going to pay for pussy regardless, so just (wo)man up like Soulja Slim did and admit that you’ll pay for it. Let’s face it, “it aint tricking to a nigga with a few dollars” cause it wont hurt him, but you WILL trick to get pussy. And we all know that the only thing better than good pussy is good NEW pussy.
Back to the ridiculousness of the female mind, which will down play strippers and street walkers because they take cash up front for pussy when in your own personal life you do the same damn thing. Are you still doubting me? Well answer me this ladies, when was the last time you fucked somebody (woman or man), just because you found that person attractive and you were horny? It doesn’t count if you have had sex with that person before, because that initial time or times had prolly been paid for. Aint nothing in life free, and that includes pussy.
I look forward to reading the responses to this post because I anticipate much like the same thing that the responses and comments to Jerry’s video, you all will just prove my point. So you want somebody interested in you to take you out, spend time with you, and basically court you, in exchange for some pussy, right? So the only thing that separates you from the strippers and the heauxs on the street is that they take money up front for pussy where as you gotta sit through boring conversation during a meal, while baby girl gets cash and can eat with whoever whenever she pleases. So just be real and accept the fact that you accept pussy payments, I just hope for your sake you know how much your pussy costs…
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