Hello World, This message is for all the black men and women in the world. I would like to address the men first... I LOVE YOU DESPITE WHAT SOME OF YOU HAVE DONE TO ME, YOUR WOMAN, MOMMA AND SISTER'S. I HAD A WONDERFUL FATHER WHO TAUGHT ME ABOUT MEN AND MY WORTH, IN ADDITION, I EQUALLY HAD A MOMMA WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO CARRY MYSELF, BE VOCAL, AND DILIGENT. I HAVE 5 BROTHA'S WHO ADORE ME AS WELL.
WHAT MOST WOMEN, ALONG WITH MYSELF, WANT IS A MAN THAT CAN BE HONEST WITH HIMSELF AND HIS WOMAN. I KNOW YOU MEN HAVE BEEN STEPPED ON,HARRASSED, DENIED JOBS, AND OPPORTUNITIES TAKEN FROM YOU SINCE THE BEGINING OF TIME. BUT, YOU HAVE TO PICK UP THE PIECES AND KEEP IT PUSHIN. DON'T BLAME US FOR WHAT YOU GO THROUGH AT WORK,DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON US WHEN YOUR BOSS MISTREATS YOU. INSTEAD, COME HOME TO A HOME COOK MEAL AND ENJOY THE LOVE YOUR WOMAN HAS WAITING FOR YOU!!! ONLY A SISTA CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH. JUST TRUST US AND LET YOUR GUARD DOWN.
NOW SISTAS...IF YOU WANT A MAN TO TREAT YOU LIKE A QUEEN, YOU MUST CONDUCT YOURSELVES ACCORDINGLY. THEIR IS NOTHING WRONG WITH PRONOUNCING YOUR T'S AND R'S, WHEN YOU ARE SPEAKING. WE COME FROM A RACE OF INTELLIGENT BEINGS AND ARE THE FIRST TO ESTABLISH AN EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTE. A SISTA WAS THE FIRST BILLIONAIR'S!!! SKY IS THE LIMIT FOR ALL OF US!!!
AND SISTER'S TWO THINGS:
1. STOP DEMEANING OUR MEN.
2. STOP ASKING FOR MONEY TO GET YOUR NAILS AND HAIR DID.
GET A JOB AND KEEP IT. NOTHING IS WORSE THEN TO WAKE UP ONE DAY AND YOUR MAN HAS LEFT YOU. YOU HAVE NO MONEY AND NO JOB SKILLS!!! DON'T WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO BE YOUR BANK OF AMERICA. YOU MUST BE SELF SUFFICIENT AND HAVE A CAREER IN WHATEVER YOU HAVE A PASSION FOR!!!
LAST, BUT NOT LEAST... SISTA'S STOP BEING AFRAID TO GREET ANOTHER SISTA IN PASSING. WHEN YOU SEE ANOTHER WOMAN, GREET HER WITH A SMILE. YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT THAT SMILE MAY DO FOR HER. WE USED TO SHAKE HANDS AND EMBRACE ONE ANOTHER. WE NEED TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER. BELIEVE IT OR NOT, WE ALL COME FROM THE SAME BLOODLINE.
BROTHA'S AND SISTA'S, LET'S GET BACK TO THE BASICS.... LOVING AND TAKING CARE OF ONE ANOTHER. AND LET ME BE THE FIRST TO PRACTICE WHAT I PREACH...I LOVE YOU ALL WITH A SMILE!!! PEACE
BY: AMEENA
LOVE JONES AT 1:56 A.M.
EVERY SONG THAT COMES ON THE RADIO REMINDS ME OF HIM. I TRY TO STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM AND GO TO SLEEP, BUT FOR SOME STRANGE REASON, I CAN'T SHAKE HIM. SOMETIMES I GET EMBARRASSED AT HOW EXCITED I GET, IF ONLY TO SEE HIM FOR 45 MINUTES OR WHEN THE MORNING SUN GREETS MY SMILE WITH ANTICIPATION I WILL GET TO SEE HIM AGAIN....TODAY....OR AT LEAST FOR A LITTLE WHILE......
I FIND MYSELF FANTASIZING ABOUT WHAT I WOULD DO IF I HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE HIS LADY. HOW I WOULD HAVE HIM OVER FOR AN EVENING, WRAP UP IN A BLANKET TOGETHER, EAT CHOCOLATES AND HE WATCH'S
LOVE JONES WITH ME
HE COULD BE MY LORENZO TATE AND I COULD BE HIS NINA LONG. WE CAN PRETEND THAT,"WEEE HAAAVE A THAAAAANG GOIN OOOON" OR, SIMPLY LAY IN SILENCE. WHEN THE FANTASY FADES AWAY, I FIND MYSELF PRAYING TO GOD THAT HE WAS INTENDED TO BE IN MY LIFE......I CAN MAYBE BE HIS WIFE. BUT WHAT WOULD BE REALLY NICE WE WRAP UP IN A BLANKET TOGETHER, EAT CHOCOLATES AND HE WATCH'S
LOVE JONES WITH ME
EVERY NIGHT I GO TO SLEEP, WRAPPING MY COMFORTER AROUND MY BODY, IMAGINING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE FOR HIM TO COMFORT ME. I THINK ABOUT HOW HE DREAMS ABOUT GROWING OLD WITH A BIG FAMILY AND GRANDCHILDREN. I JUST HOPE I'M APART OF THAT DREAM, WHEN WE GROW OLD WRAP UP IN A BLANKET TOGETHER, EAT CHOCOLATES AND HE WATCH'S
LOVE JONES WITH ME
