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And let's get one thing straight right now. I am NOT the average black female. I talk proper, I have a "fru fru" dog named Pookie, I like all kinds of movies and music, and I like other things besides so-called "black" things. So if you have a problem with that, if that makes you snicker, if that makes you feel like you constantly need to make jokes about these facts, then you can leave now. Please do not send me messages asking me stuff that's already on my page. I'm not going to answer. Please do not send me messages saying you want to know everything about me; ask specific questions. I'm not on here for sex, so please do not ask me for it, do not ask me to send you dirty notes, pictures or text messages. And please do not send me IM's asking for my number before you ask anything else. If that's your intention, thank you for stopping by, but you can leave now. And if you ignore my request, you will be ignored and reported. And fellas, remember to treat women the way you want want a guy to treat your sister, your cousin, or your mother. Now, here`s just a little bit more about me. Other Nicknames: Babygirl, Pumpkin', Miss Tiffani, Tiff Tiff Favorite movies 1) Ray 2) Sister Act 2 3) Coming to America 4) Barbershop 2 Favorite Books 1) The Color Purple 2) The Coldest Winter Ever 3) Cry, the Beloved Country 4) Tar Baby 5) Like Water for Chocolate Favorite songs (there`s so many for so many different reasons, but i`d have to say right now) 1) "Nothing Even Matters" 2) "The Sweetest Thing" 3) Robin Thicke's "Lost Without You" 4) "Cupid" 5) "Gotta Be" 6) "Roll With Me" Most embarrassing moment: I won`t go into specifics, but I was in high school, and let`s just say it had to do with mud, a scraped knee, and extremely good looking college guys. Favorite Quote: "I may not be the best, but I`m always my best"  Fellas: Remember this the next time you`re curious and want to venture out into other races. Inter-racial Relationships vs. The Sacred Marriage. (part I) by Bro Akil From Niggas to Gods Vol. II Escaping "Niggativity" I remember. I remember all that we suffered together. I remember being mobbed, attacked and captured in my homeland, together with this Blackwoman. And when I looked at her, she cried for me. I remember. I remember being locked-down in the dark nasty holes of slave-ships, laying in puddles of filth and body waste, between living and dead bodies for almost a hundred days, together with this Blackwoman. And when I looked at her¿she cried for me. I remember. I remember being as helpless as a child, chained from neck to ankle, barely alive, walking off that slave ship into this strange land 9,000 miles away from home, in the possession of this inhumane beast of a man, a devil. Helplessly, I walked off that ship together with this Blackwoman. And when I looked over at her, she cried for me. I remember. I remember my body being stripped totally naked, as I was placed up on an auction block, surrounded by, bidded on, and sold by all these yelling, savage, ghost faces, my mind went into a blur, totally humiliated. Together, I was there with this Blackwoman. I looked up. And when I looked into her eyes, she cried for me. I remember. I remember being slaved, and worked hard in the hottest sun under the constant threat of brutality, day in and day out, day in and out, day in and day out, damned day in and damned day out!!!!!!¿together with this Blackwoman! And when I looked up, she even cried for me¿she cried for "me"! I remember. I remember being frustrated and angry and broke out of the plantation fleeing, and running, knowing nothing else to do, and the beasts tracked me, caught me and brought me back, in front of everybody. Tied me to a tree naked, burned me with fire-stoked iron prods, slashed me with bloody leather whips until my open flesh just wrapped around the whip itself, as they slid it through my wounds pulling back for another slash. Bloodied and numb, I fell to the ground, broken and defeated again¿she carried me back to cover and nurse my wounds. Together we were, again¿I didn¿t have the strength to look at her. She cried and cried, and cried for me. Yes, I remember. I never was the same after that. I remember¿ I remember mywoman being attacked and thrown down to the ground, out in the field by one of these white beasts! As this%#&@$! attempted to rape her, I grabbed him by the back of his red-neck and broke his slimy spine with my bare hands! I tried to rip his damn skull off!!! Half decapitated he lay at my feet, but I did not run. At gun point they walked me to the oak tree, where many had been before me. They swung a rope around the branch and put a noose around my neck. Emotionless, I stood on the platform waiting to hang. And I looked up, and there she was again, looking at me, with one single tear falling from her eye. I remember, our eyes locked it seemed forever¿we just look and gazed. The slavermaster walked up behind her to snatch her back out the way so that they could hang me, but she wouldn¿t move. And before he could grab her again she shoved a knife through his throat. Another one ran up behind her, and she cut him down. The whole time she never stopped looking at me. And before my eyes, they shot her to death. And when I looked at her, she died for me. Silently, I never stopped looking at her¿I watched¿I hung¿I closed my eyes. Do YOU remember...??? PEACE ADMIRE FROM AFAR She stands there, Beauty undenied, Just a lovely vision, Tall and lean, Sweet and innocent. My eyes move slowly, Traveling the lines. Each curve a revelation; Each indenture a gift. The longing starts and builds, The wanting multiplies and Fantasies abound and flow. Thoughts erotic fill my soul, setting Wanting desires to rush unchecked And my heartbeat sings uncontrolled. My hands move as stone in a wind, Frozen and incapable. This is my world, my destiny, To admire from afar. Author Unknown A WOMAN WITH ATTITUDE She is a woman with attitude. I see her walking, head held high Shoulders slim but slightly rigid. She moves like the world is all hers. Hips moving on swivel harnesses Eyes never straying to left or right. There is an intensity, born of assuredness The self adulation is evident, Protruding from pouting lips. No smile all hard, tough introspection The softness has been worn away By years of practice and denial And yet, her womanly sexiness Radiates with wanton desirability Calling all, calling any. She is like a magnet But the poles are always opposite Promising and then repelling. She is sex and love and lust The unobtainable prize Sought but never obtained Author Unknown
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