Recipe 4 A Black Man Cake ...

I`m making a black man cake cause

I`m hungry as hell. And the sweet tooth I

have, only a brother can break the spell.



Let me reach into my spice rack to see

what I can get. To make a mix that will stick

to my stomach you can bet.



2 cups of intelligence,

1 cup of sugar...brown.

Cause he`s got to be sweet,

mental, deep and sound.

Cinnamon is always good

to accent the taste.

A few cups of culture

so he`s down for his race.



You see I won`t bite into anything

That`s not conscious of its own.

That`s why I stick to chocolate

And leave angel food alone.



I am adding butter

cause he must be smooth.

2 raisins for the dimples

will also be cool.



I must add nuts

so he can reproduce.

Can`t leave him hanging

cause I like babies too!



I think I`ll add a little salt to

balance him out.

And a dominant profile

to show he has clout.



For a responsible man

I`ll throw in some yeast,

so he can rise to the occasion

when I`m ready to feast.



I`ll add 8 cups of strength

and into the oven to bake.

Turn it to 360 degrees

to balance out his mental state.



Now that its done I`m sorry Sistahs

I won`t share the wealth

That`s why I`m sharing the recipe

because I`m devouring this black man

all by myself!



This is a dedication to some "Good Black Men"

and a notification to a few women that need to

read it...



Good Black men are indeed all around us.

We pass them on the streets, in the malls

and the halls at work. Most we can`t see

because we don`t know what a good man

really looks like.



He usually isn`t flashy enough or rich enough

to turn our heads. He might not wear a suit

or push a Lex. He might not have a "body

like Arnold with a Denzel face."



But, as you mature, you realize it`s better to

find someone who`s got your back than

someone who turns your head.



A good man doesn`t agree wholeheartedly

with everything you say. He doesn`t just tell

you what you want to hear and do the

opposite. He doesn`t declare how sensitive,

sweet, caring, sincere, yada yada he is

(he won`t have to because it shows).



He has his own opinions and you may clash,

but he doesn`t have to degrade you to prove

he`s right. He even admits at times to

being wrong, especially if you are willing to

do the same.



A good man is not going to meet every item

on your checklist. He is human with frailties

and faults mixed in with all of his wonderful,

strong attributes.



He needs your love and respect.



He needs to feel that you don`t live to "catch"

him doing something wrong so you can

declare, "Aha! I knew you were a dog!!"



A good man doesn`t necessarily give you a

huge birthday or Valentine`s gift. He shows

his love in other ways that are comfortable to

him.



Don`t judge him by TV standards. No one

is living that Fairy tale for real.



You`ll miss out on your own fairy tale by

buying into the myth that our men are no

good. It`s just not true.



Black Men, we salute you, and thank you

for who you are and all you`ve done!

Yesterday I cried...

Yesterday I cried,

I came home, went straight to my room,

sat on the edge of the bed,

kicked off my shoes,

unhooked my bra,

and I had myself a good cry.



Im telling you,

I cried until my nose was running

all ova the silk blouse I got on

sale.

I cried until my ears were hot.

I cried until my head was hurting so bad that I could hardly see

the pile of soiled tissues

lying on the floor at my feet.



I want you to understand,

I had myself a

really good cry yesterday.



Yesterday I cried,

for all the days that I was

too busy, or too tired,

or too mad to cry.



I cried for all the days,

and all the ways,

and all the times I had dishonored,

disrespected, and disconnected my

Self from myself, only to have it

reflected back to me in the ways

others did to me

the same things I had already

done to myself.



I cried for all the things

I had given, only to have them stolen;

for all the things I had asked for

that had yetto show up;

for allthe thingsI hadaccomplished,

only to give them away,

to people in circumstances,

which left me feeling empty,

and battered and plain old used.



I cried becausethere really does

come a time when the only thing

left for you to do is cry.



Yesterday I cried,

I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;

and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;

and daddies don`t know whatto do,

so they leave, and mommies get left,

so they get mad.



I cried because I had a little boy,

and because I was a little girl,

and because I was a mommy

who didn`t know what to do,

and because I wanted my daddy

to be there for me so badly

until I ached.



Yesterday I cried,

I cried because I hurt,

I cried because I was hurt.

I cried because hurt has no place to

go except deeper into the pain that

caused it in the first place,

and when it gets there, the hurt

wakes you up.



I cried because it was too late.

I cried because it was time.

I cried because my soul knew that

I didn`t know that my soul knew

everything I needed to know.



I cried a soulful cry yesterday,

and it felt so good.

It felt so very, very bad.

In the midst of my crying,

I felt my freedom coming,

Because

Yesterday, I cried

with an agenda.

Tips 4 ur Relationship

If you want 2 know the end, look at the beginning.



Where eva you are in your heart and mind at the onset of a relationship,

is where you will be at the end.



What eva you bring 2 the start of a

relationship, is what you will have

2 clean up in the end.



You cannot begin a realtionship in

dishonesty &deceit, and hope 2

experience an honest ending.



If you run into a relationship

2 getaway from anutha,you will run

into anutha one, 2 get awayfromthis one.



If you enter a relationship in fear,

anger or grief,you stand a pretty good chance of finding more of thesame.



If you enter a realtionship in sadness, desperation and pain, guess what? You will find it all ova again.



If we want to put an end to angry, bitter and ugly seperations, we must being our relationships with the open, loving honesty we say we want.



If we do notknowwho we are and how we feel at any time, it is best that we stay alone.



I will be better at the beginning to avoid anything worse in the end...

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty woman wonder where my secret lies.

I`m not cute or built to suit a fashion model`s size...

But when I start to tell them,

they think I`m telling lies.

I say, It`s in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I`m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That`s me.



I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say, It`s the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing of my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I`m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That`s me.



Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can`t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,

They say they still can`t see.

I say, It`s in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace ofmy style.

I`m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That`s me.



Now you understand

Just why myhead`s notbowed.

Idon`t shout orjump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing,

It ought to make you proud.

I say, It`s inthe click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need for my care.

Cause I`m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That`s me.

Friends Forever...

When you are sad,

I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the scum-sucking

bastard who made you sad.



When youare blue,

I`ll try to dislodge whatever`s choking you.



When you smile,

I`ll know you finally got laid.



When you are scared,

I will rag you about it every chance I get.



When you are worried,

I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.



When you are confused,

I will use little words to explain it to your dumb a**.



When you are sick,

Stay away from me until your well again, I don`t want whatever you have.



When you fall,

I will point and laugh at your clumsy a**.



This is my oath

I pledge till the end. Why you may ask?



Because you`re my friend.