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I write poetry. I spend majority of my time with my daughter Truth(Her name). I don't have much to say since my life is so everyday and I don't feel comfortable talking about the past. If you have a question past these random facts: send me a note.I am a tomboy type, but I KNOW I AM A FEMALE. That means, I don't walk around with my pants sagging and a fitted on, though I do have a nice collection. I'm just laid back and dislike heels and sundresses. Childhood trauma for real! I grew up in an environment with strong black women, and that was the shoes, I chose to fill. Yes, I am strength but I am not under the dillusion that I do not need a strong BLACK man to hold me up.

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I Need A Hug

July 7, 2008

 

I'm getting sick of using the word I

Being not use to it

Trying to turn a new leaf

And put me first

I'm too use to making

other people's feelings

My problems

Soaking in every word they say

I bleed for them

And fight to make their situation

Better

The shirt off my back

Is theirs for the asking

But now

I have nothing to give

The backlash from a man

Who thought my love

Is his to own alone

Took from me everything

I shared

He tried to take from me my right

Still I had no time to cry

I had to stand

For my daughter

if not for myself

My rough exterior

Makes men think I'm stronger

Than what I am

I am a woman

Made to stand alone

Scared to cry and show weakness

But my heart is overflowing

With disappointments and fear

I have a hangman card

And I'm at a standstill

I don't want to share

My problems

For you to fix it

Even though Lord knows

I'm praying for a remedy

I just need you

To say it will be OK

I'm here to support

You through this storm

I can be what holds you up

When you feel

You can't stand anymore

That is all I need

a few kind words

In a world that hasn't showed me

Any kindness without a heavy price

If you can't find the words

Just hold me

Give me a strong hug

That will envelop me

Searching for sex

Won't help

Because once the rubber

Is discarded

So is the intimate feeling

For this moment

I just need to be held

To breathe in your scent

While curling into you

Listening to an old school song

I will be strength tomorrow

But tonight

Behind this closed door

I'm crying to be held.

By: Poetic Philosophy

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I'm a silly person. You may not catch all the undertones to a joke, but it's there. I would like to relocate. I am tired of Detroit. I seem to run into the users of the city and it is getting really hard to remain outside my box and stay calm. I'm thinking about down south until I get enough money to go back to Africa. I don't know a lot about anywhere outside of Detroit, so suggestions are welcome.

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I know ya'll rarely read, so I'm going to list what you should know before you contact me:

1. I am ONLY looking for friendship.
2. I will not send sexually explicit pictures to anyone!
3. I have, but will not again talk to someone more than 3 years my junior.
4. Rainbow is my real name, and I hate when I have to go through the, "no it's not" game (did it for 24 years already).
5. I'm not going to tell you where I live past Detroit, MI, on the west side. That is all you need to know.
6. Oh, yeah, you have to be super attractive (not just looks) for me to consider you on a level past friendship when I am ready, if you are lightskinned. I usually only date dark skin men. I mean lost in a movie theatre dark.
   

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My name is Rainbow. Any jokes or assumptions you have about it I've already heard. Check out Gen 9:13 for the meaning.

Please everybody under the age of 21 do not send me any correspondence that is not strictly platonic. I don't need anyone singing Chester The Molester when I come around the block. I'm getting a lot of crazy messages. I don't like to put stipulations out, because I enjoy and welcome new friends. However, it does need to be understood I am not looking for anything past friendship. Patience is a virtue and I nurture it. That's why in the end, what I want I get.

I learned I hate myself when I drink, so after the current fiasco of New Year's Eve, I have decided to stop drinking. Anytime you end your night dropping some female stripper off in a snowstorm, you have to rethink a few decisions. Yeah right! That lasted for a couple months, but I did slow down. Be lady like, use a chaser, and call it a Cosmo.
My birthday was Superbowl Sunday. I didn't get to watch the game because I was too busy sleeping, so I could take that 20 hour drive from Florida back to Detroit. I have a some things I learned on the long road.

1. Rest stops really are filled with gay males.
2. Deer do graze by the side of the freeway.
3. In fog the best place to drive is behind a semi.
4. If you p!ss a truck off, you will get ran off the road.
5. Planes are used to control speed on turnpikes.
6. Florida needs more service drives.
7. Southern hospitality is a mythe. (I had to change my own tire)
8. You can pump gas without paying. (and pull off)
9. If you get lost on FL-202 you will end up at the beach.
10. At the gas station you can buy liquor and gas to drink and drive.
11. Mountains have signs like "Watch Out For Falling Rock". (What the F*ck is that a boulder, that's a nice boulder).
12. You need to know Spanish in case you get lost. (or me with no sense of direction)
13. Don't change your Mapquest directions.
14. Welcome centers are the bomb! (Free maps)
15. When you enter Florida you can get free orange juice.

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My Letter To HatredI have fought it at every turn
constantly I turn my cheek
and hope that the next time
will be the one
I let you ignore my growing belly
push me aside
to hide from the fact
that it is already too late
your marriage vows were tarnished
a year before I said those two words
You told me it was my fault
and I knew
I KNEW!
I breathed you
protected you
harbored your secrets and told you mine
I KNEW!
I knew but..
the words still hurt
The final stab
was that you questioned my daughter
With a girl you laid down with
when you told me
us being together
would be like you approved
that I would not abort a piece of me
I thought you had come back then
for me
the way you kissed your daughter
before she graced this world
shared a secret with her
you would never tell me
I find out
the only reason you came back
was because your back-up
began to deny you
It is said that it is better
to have loved
and lost
but a part of me is now wandering
wondering
What in me makes me so hard to love
I found someone who cared for me
who did not humiliate me
like you
and you would not leave me be
You wanted to be in her life you said
We could finally be more than adulter and adultress
but you took it back
You have driven every man from me
but you don't want me
I care for you
is a pitiful substitute
for I love you
I don't want to cry anymore
I fight my feelings
and make excuses of why
I don't have the right to be angry
I don't want to grow bitter
to have the stereotype
of an unforgiving woman
nourishing me
But...
another secret
more pain
I can't do it
I can not fight it any longer
My love
you are now a success
you have finally caused me to hate you
I have to let you go.-By: Poetic Philosophy

One month after I had my baby

You won't find intentional a$$ or titty pictures on this page, but sometimes I can't control them.

Question: When the f*ck did drinking and smoking become a good pick-up line?
That scene got old quick.

I love dark skin men!

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February
Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

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