No, you’re not the only woman that wants to spend the rest of her life with me, but you are the only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. You take care of me like a number one priority; I need for nothing and don’t want anything more. My heart continues to gain life in your presence. Love is defined when you are in my arms. Hope is restored when your words match every action. There’s no doubt that you Love me and I you, so why would you think I would leave you? Yes, we argue for clarity, but that’s because I don’t want to sail in the wrong direction. I express that I see other women in attraction, but I capture all their attributes in one woman. We have moments of silence, but I am thinking about us for a large portion of those moments. It’s okay for you to be confident- you’re doing an exceptional job. Save your humility when you’re wrong and need to be corrected. I’ll be a fool for leaving. You’re my nutrients and my belly is full; I have no desire to eat any other fruit. My word is as good as it gets; if I want to leave you, you’ll be the first to know. Some days while thinking about you tears run down my cheek and I am absent of stress. You and home are the same place. I’m happy with the consistency of your Love, so you can be assured that I am reassured in us. You have me until death!!!! ~AmazinglyBrash~
I enter a “get together”- music’s mellow, everybody’s surprised I came out. One woman I know started to mess with me, talking about “Why y’all stressing him, you can’t ever see his penis through his sweats”(inside joke). So I responded, “You are cute, nice complexion, but you sure you’re black with that ironing board for a butt.” She started laughing and snapping some more. Let’s say I was getting the better of her, but she figured I would because we do this regularly. An afro-centric women, I barely know started saying, “Why are downplaying this woman? I just wrote an article about a woman that committed suicide because she was being teased.” So, I am assuming she is a writer. I let her finish, then looked at her and said, “First off, she started when I walked in, but you didn’t acknowledge that. Second, you are assuming her self-worth is so low that she would take her life based on my views of her. Lastly, why do you believe she needed your assistance? Aren’t we equals? Isn’t it one person vs one person? You were the one being unfair by trying to make it two….you just set the women’s movement back a few years by opening your mouth. Her friends looked at her, as to say, you messed with the wrong one. Me and the woman I knew started to dance, continued to laugh, and enjoyed the “get together” ….
People will always search for a “cause”!!!!
The village is a collection of people that are tired of doing it alone; tired of painting independence as freedom, when having reliable people at our sides is “true freedom”. The whole “Me against the world” mentality is outdated. The whole “Noone can be trusted” is a cop out. People are just too lazy to trim the fat to enjoy the meaty part of life. Focused more on how good they look not “judging” than holding court on who enters and exits our lives. Remember, when surrounded by thieves, you’re more likely to have something stolen, but when surrounded by morally driven people, the debates may hurt but the outcomes will always be worth the words. #TeamVillageForever
Her dimples folded in her face as I stared- yet she’s waiting for me to approach her. I maintain my seat hoping she would have the courage to be the exception to the rule. She continues inviting me in with the subtlety of several glances. I drop my head, turn up my music, and begin writing this passage into my phone. I am tired of the same oh women; I’m handing ya”ll the broom!!!! ~AmazinglyBrash~
What can I say that hasn’t already been said? What thought of mine is truly complete when I am competing to be completed? How can I hope for others that lack hope themselves? I see your heart, feel your mind, and understand your future but you can barely be present. In and out of negative thoughts leading to negative actions. Frown on your face like it’s a strength, thinking you’re not hurting anyone but yourself. Smile! It’s okay. Let me in….because I will not accompany you in your misery. Come put your hand on my heart, it beats like yours. We are life….
Something to read this morning, it’s raining in NY but we will put on our rain gear and keep moving….
Inspire me. Give me something to believe outside of myself. Keep me on track so I don’t derail into misery. Give me something to look forward to when I am looking back. Hand me your hands to lift me from the pavement; I’m considering going under. Show me a blind faith so I can stop walking into the walls I’m building. Introduce me to a lifestyle I can marry but can never divorce. Make Love to me- don’t just penetrate, reasonate- watering a seed in me, purifying me like a baby. Inspire me. Give me existence because I’m losing consciousness. So inspire me!!!! ~AmazinglyBrash~
The fresh morning air gives hope to another day to live for something worth dying for. Inhale positivity and exhale all the doubt. Do something to make your life more meaningful. Have a life changing discussion and see where in takes you. Challenge a wrong in the world and acknowledge the strength of your voice. Hug that crush, kiss a person you have been afraid to be intimate with; take a chance. Allow yourself to relax and fall in Love with someone strong enough to keep you from hitting the floor. Take a deep breath of the fresh air!!!! ~AmazinglyBrash~