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Welcome to my spot! This is my little getaway on-line. I'm not as old as they say I am, I'm only 23. Chalk it up to wanting to be on here since I was 13.I have been a member a long time and kinda got away from it all, but now I'm back in the black and better than ever. lol
I should say I am dating someone, so if that means you won't talk to me or you don't want to leave me a message, then I respect that.

I am an engineering major, a certified genius (really, i took the IQ test 4 times), a student at NC State, a singer, a writer, a poet, a bit of a nerd (but a very sexy one), and definately a lot of fun.

Lets see, I invite all types of friends, but I draw the line at a few types of people. I don't care for anyone who doesn't do anything with their life, who hasn't tried to better themselves beyond a highschool education with anything else. I don't mean those people who do things besides go to college, like real estate and all those other things that people get into, but I do mean those who are settled with making little more than minimum wage and scratching to survive.

I love people who believe in what I believe in and know that they are more than just hustlers, though we all gotta hustle. I like people who value themselves and others, if you would refer to me as a 'b' or a hoe, we will have issues. If you allow someone to refer to you outside of your name whether friend or foe, we will have issues to. I'm not a "ni99a" because I am not ignorant, I feel the people who answer to that name have much disregard for its origin. Also, if you can't spell, I mean REALLY can't spell, just tell everyone on BP hello and leave it at that, no need to look foolish.

I've had the same sad poem on my page for years and years, so I figure its time to give some new words for a new me. So here we go...




Every Now and Then

I think this is torture, I can almost feel you through the walls

Your personality and ability to please me and my body reaking havoc on my mind

The untouchable, the unattainable pleasure that I can not have

But you are mine, I fought for you,

I have the calloused hands and the tear stained cheeks to prove my love to anyone who questions

Yet you and I sleep cold, seemingly miles away, though I hear you breathing

I see you dreaming of me, holding me close and doing...well, exactly what we've trained each other to do for so long now

Giving and pleasing, wanting and needing, searching and feeding the pure lust that erupts when two lovers find each other in darkness

Yet another tease you bring to me, as my body reacts like I do in your dreams

And you bring me closer to a point of release only to near climax, awake and see you're not reality

But I put my ear up really close to the wall and I hear you breathing

Not too much because my body couldn't stand the chagrin

I just do it every now and then

I believe that children are more than the future, they are the present and I plan to one day influence them in a way that will revolutionize their lives and the world. I think we should give our children names with meaning. I think we should instill in them values that tell them they can be more than dancers, rappers, sports stars, etc. I believe in my history. I know we come from great stock, more than the physical beauty of full lips and hips, thick thighs and seductive eyes. We are intelligent, more than a way for the white man to make money. Why are there no completely black owned multi-million dollar businesses? There are plenty of white and Asian ones. Where is the sense of community? How can we steal from those who have nothing? We are a people of great intelligence and I plan to influence a generation to use every gift we have been given and no longer accept the lie that we can be nothing more than teenage mothers, sports players, and rump shakers. We invented the only "American" genre of music (jazz) and they took it from us. I am not saying kill the white man and rape his daughters by any means, but maybe I can help some one realize that while your bending down tying up your $100 plus Timberland's while you live in the run down neighborhood that has crime on every corner and children dying on your door step and you avoid their bodies trying not to get blood on your fresh suede, maybe your the one getting raped...
ANYWAYZ, that was pretty heavy, but think about it.
Dashiz.

If there are any typing errors on my page like those funny little "A" thingies, BP needs to do a better job protecting my page.