Ladies can I be real with you for a minute... or two? I'm not here to judge, label or scream at you boo. But we must do better. I say we because I'm not above advancement and self reflection. I'm with you when you cry, laugh, and anger. Just like you I've experienced pain, heartache, joy, and sadness. And just like you I'm capable of so much more. Ladies we have to go beyond the constraints of our gender. We have to realize our worth and appreciate ourselves. If we don't nobody will. Trust me when I say that you are your number one fan. Don't boast too much , you'd be simply making a fool. Don't think it's the business to try and make boys drool. Because boys are dogs, and if you haven't heard they are in it to win. In it to score. Their priority is to hit home run then hit the door. Don't let them take your goodies as collateral, because you are so much more.Spreading your knees won't get you too far. Trust me girl, you don't want to lose your S-E-X. Daddy might go crazy. Mommy won't know what to tell you. But I'm here to say it's ok to wait. Its ok to aspire, hope, and pray. Because Mary was Immaculate and she had Joseph at the end of the day. I don't need you to be the modern day Mother Theresa, but there's nothing wrong with stimulating your mind. Because boys like girls who like themselves. Real men appreciate you for you, they won't hold you in a bind. Ladies don't jump from crotch to crotch it's nothing cute. Childish fools will ridicule, torment, and throw stones at your life. Drake talks about the square root of sixty nine, and it's probably equal to an his IQ. Speaking of intelligence quotient, go after the men with the highest one. The ones who are in college to succeed not "bag" and run. I respect a guy who is in school on full scholarship. I understand that sports and academics take discipline, diligence, and determination. Triple d's! But don't fall victim, allowing those boys to throw some D's...on you. To be frank with you, I realized that alot of us women will do whatever it takes to be noticed. We like attention...the lime light...the boys who like girls who don't mind spending the night. The boys who rather Nicki than India....Vulgara than Esperanza...intercourse fellatio instead of cerebral sex. Because he wants that's momentary pleasure. The instant gratification that results in your shame. He wants you on your knees because his ego is way bigger than anything between his knees. He wants you to lower your standards because he believes they are too high. He wants you to be with only him. But you'd rather die. And I'd rather live to see the day when you will be real with me for a minute or two. I rather continue on this trivial journey and allow myself to find....a guy who is worth my energy, my sweat and time. Cause my mom was the one who made sure I was paying attention. When I became a women at age 10 there was no contention. She drilled into my skull that it was possible for me to be pregnant. I took her words and ran and I will never be pregnant....until my left hand fourth finger is pregnant. You may ask whether or not that's possible. Laugh out loud because I'm just trying to make this thing flow. But I'm telling you Cartier, Tiffany, and Mikimoto are capable of knocking up your finger. Their diamonds are precious stones. Trust me when I say I'm not digging for gold. I'm digging for truth. I'm on the movement to finish school then be on the pursuit...of a man that's successful. I want the kind of guy who will understand that I'm far from dull. I'm far from calm....I am my mom, reupholstered. Cause she wanted me to be better than she..better than her. She lives vicariously through me and I'm ok with that. Yvrose is someone you'd want to be too...if you would only ccomprehend. And that's spoken like a true sister.... a true winner. A true Bad chick who will only go further. But never mind advancement for a second...can I be real with you? I'm not here to judge, label, or scream at you boo. But we have to do better. I promise we will. It's written in the stars, written in the skies, and I'm hoping after this, it's written in your mind.
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