jabez149 dang...i forgot how crazy folks are in bp chat - Nov 14 add/view comments (0)

Why is it that so many black people freak out when it comes to white folks that wear locs? Personally I don't really have a problem wit it. I believe that locs are a personal journey for the wearer. Where I come from, locs wearers often receive alot of criticism for their hair choice. Why is it that other wearers feel inclined to tear each other down?

I don't understand why do some people on BP feel inclided to say that they need somebody who is going to "keep it real" or" keep it 100" with them. But the reality of it is this. Only about 10 percent of the people who say that will actually reciprocate. Yes, no one wants to be lied to. Being lied to is probably one of the most painful feelings in the world. But the fact that some people feel like others are obligated to tell them the truth while they spread lies with their huge wads of cash, guns, weed, etc. is INSANE. Why should I showcase myself if you're presenting an image of so called thuggin, pimpin, or hustlin??? To be perfectly honest, I expect most of the people who come across my page will never read this. Maybe 1% of these folks may decide to read my blogs. Most people don't even read the personal message that says that I'm not on here lookin for cybersex or a relationship. I want somebody who will be honest with me. Call me out when I'm out of line or gives their opinion when I ask. I want someone who's truly human. I don't need a balla or a hustla or a thug. To be honest, only about 5% of the guys on here are worth taking home to meet my parents. I don't want an Adonis. That doesn't impress me. Being attractive is a plus but you don't need to be this absolutely beautiful man, just attractive to me. I don't need somebody who's making $100,000 a year. Use it for the greater good. I don't need a freak. That will be my husband's job one day. I want someone who's human. Somebody with goals, dreams, and aspirations. Somebody who believes in education (that doesn't mean you have to be in school. you just understand what it takes to get where you want to go in life.) God (necessary, gotta be Christian preferably Baptist. I don't need a divided home) family and love. To conclude, I think people need to be ACCEPTING. Although we all have qualties that we are searching for in a person, we can't demand perfection. I promise you won't find it on here. Just ask for honesty. If you're willing to be honest and actually follow through with being so, then you're actually worth trusting. If you want to "keep it 100%" with anybody, start with yourself.

He called me his lily amongst roses, one above the norm. He entered my cool calm waters to draw in the life they had to offer. With each sweet sip, he would partake of my peace and love and with each lowering of his calloused hands, he released his pain. His pains racked my body, but the pleasures of my heart ensued. He called me his lily amongst roses, his beautiful one. He told me, "My sweet lily, your purity and embrace I shall never forsake. The roses of the fields will never compare to your compassionate ways. Their envy fades the pink hues of your petals, and your face no longer turns to the sky. But how doesyour love shine on? Their sneers cut your roots, but your love for me abounds. Why not share your kindness with others like yourself?" I replied, "None are worthy like you are. For you reached beyond the norm and found me. I share my peaceful solitude with you." I was his lily amongst roses, it was clear that which I was. My pure white and pink shades were never to be confused with the red of roses. My private reign was over my waters. Not a drop to be underestimated or a passerby overlooked. Greatfulness and compassion rest on my tips and were as abundant as the morning dew. But this lily was left to wilt in her pond of solitude. Awaiting the arrival of the night to bloom. For none have seen the beauty beyond the petals. Her visitor left her in her wilted appearance to rejoin the rosy norm. But little does he know the flower, eternal, lies on the inside