Spoken.

I already gave my remix to Ambitious Girl with my Ambitious Boy revelation. But now that Wale has come out with Part II of his beautiful song, I must follow up with a part II as well. Here goes nothing!

AMBITIOUS BOY

Shout out to the intellectuals, the individuals and the men with integrity. "I" raised to the third power, and I hope he cubes me with his captivating mind; and although I'm constantly busy, I will always make the time. 

The time for him and I  b/c frankly speaking, an Ambitious boy is hard to find. And I must shout these guys out b/c they will be successful at penetrating my mind. And like Julie said, "One must first stimulate up here before you can stimulate down there." And Maybe this is too much to ask from the average male, but the average male he's not. He is Ambitious, intelligent and the only 9 I see. And 10 doesn't exist because perfection is inception, it simply is a dream. 

And a 9 is the best that can ever occur to me, but the best will be a 10 because he'll be the best thing that I'll always have. Because an ambitious boy won't be perfect, but he'll be perfect for me. I want to say cum laude, that I honor you....Ambitious boy. And after four years is over, I hope you graduate Summa Cum Laude....the greatest.

And after time has passed we'll be Ambitious boy and girl. A couple way more powerful that HOV & B. They call themselves Bonny and Clyde, but we'll be : A squared raised to the 81 power. We won't need a label.And like Wale said, we'll deserve the title. An equation that will only make sense to us. Because the square root of A squared raised to the 81 will only make sense to us. 

Neither of us will be perfect Ambitious boy. And you'll be successful so I wont need to play you like a toy. Instead we'll play/study & grow together. And if you have pledged, its all good but just pledge to yours truly. And my allegiance will be to you. 

I won't give you a pet name like "boo" because you will transcend any generic nick name. You may be an elite member of Alpha Phi Alpha, Kappa Alpha Psi, Omega Psi Phi or what have you.I won't pledge but our story might just be very similar to the pledging process.
There won't be Prophytes or Neophytes or letters but there may be haters....

who will serve as our motivators. 

And Ambitious Boy, you're so Ambitious that you won't let the former fools get in the way. Your ambition is inspiring and I'm not perspiring you but  I see so much in you which is why ill invest in you. And monetary problems will not be an issue.
 And when you're tears may fall, my hearts will be your Kleenex. And when you leave the room briefly I'll miss you.

Ambitious Boys shout out to you!

Ivy League waddup? HBCU waddup? Athletes waddup? 3.0 -4.0 waddup? Science majors waddup? Future lawyers waddup? CEOs waddup? 

Spoken.

If you think I don't rep I am Haiti all day. I don't see nobody but there is no one below me. And there's no one above me, but I'm not talking literally. We are all equals but we fall victim to this country's bureaucracy. The hierarchy, the standards and the norm. And am I really abnormal if I do not conform? I don't like to give in. I believe in God and I also believe we sin. And I do believe we should all have an equal opportunity to win. To succeed and triumph is what I meant in the former.

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Don't be fooled by what meets the eye. Don't judge a book by it's cover. Because just because the outside is unattractive doesn't mean the content won't pull you in. Just because my attire is well put together doesn't mean I try. But I'm not alone in my efforts, because I do believe we all try.

The girls try, the boys try, women try, men try...we all try..just as Frank Ocean said. 

 Stagnation is less than progress, but some will do "whatever it takes" to attain success. And "whatever it takes" may equate to stagnation. The end does not always justify the means, it's a tricky situation. Because I'm for truth no matter who tells it, and for justice no matter who it's for or against.

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And I believe in the one who is divine. But I also believe in the one who is at the bottom of the totem. The former and the latter aren't mutually exclusive. God is the divine but he had a son who was at the bottom of the totem. I believe that females shouldn't always rely on a scrotum. And by that I mean that women should fend for themselves, realize their worth, and understand that without us there would not be man. There would not be Adam, with no Eve. So please understand that women are special gifts set on this earth to do more than bleed every month. This isn't just feminist lingo, this is worthy of recollection, acceptance and honor.

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I believe in speaking and spoken. I believe in self expression in it's various forms. The arts are  things that I feel should be the norms.Speaking my mind allows for a better me. It is one the few things that never fails to keep me sane? Because smoking herbs or tobacco isn't for yours truly. And I D.A.R.E you and me to be different. By the former I mean to establish an anti drug that works best for you. Talking is my drug of choice. Writing is my favorite prescription that has endless refills. No over the counter or on the corner drugs for me. Just simply my vocal chords and tongue for speech and my hands & fingers for writing/typing!

Spoken.

Now I don't want to be politically correct, I actually want to be out spokenly accurate. And I don't mean to disrespect, because I desire to be treated like I have a heart beating inside my chest. And this means that I'm alive. But my question is am I'm living? I mean because the two are not mutually exclusive. I mean just because I breathe and I wake up and I can see, doesn't mean I really see. And just because you see these Michael Kors frames on me, doesn't mean that I can TRULY see. Because I believe there are people out there struggling way more than yours truly. That some people are fighting to live. But I'm just living to fight for them, and like the late Gil Scott Heron, the revolution will not be televised. And I'm not talking about when Clifford Harris quoted this either. Because he is incarcerated right now for something he could have prevented. I mean..... he said: "Big booty, better thighs, I ain't want to tell her bye." But also like he once stated: You might have seen me in the streets but baby you don't know me. So when I tell you that I need to be respected don't take it personally. Because this is personal for ME. This can be personal for you too. But quite frankly I'm not thinking about your feelings boo. Due to the fact that you continue to degrade yourself and try to do me the same in the process. But God bless, I'm success and you can get the EFF from around me. Lol J. Cole reference. I like his lyric and his craft,.... I respect it, and like Olubwa said too, I'm a black girl who deserves the world. Who deserves the title, but I don't need to be labeled. I don't need to be put into a hegemonic box. But the system is so corrupt that it is trying to keep me in that spot. But I have to move, and so should you. Because if we move together we can organize the youth. And we all know that the youth is the future. Pac said it best, prior to when he was laid to rest. We have to be the movers and shakers, not the ones who are moved and shaken. I mean the later and former, we can collaborate the two. We can make it about me, you, and them too! We can make it about way more than a few. And I'm sure you know what defines the word few. I don't need to reference it. Because we are aware that few is the people who give a fuck about our future. We have people who want to see us fall, but Imma give it to you like this: We will be more powerful than the Democratic ball.

Perhaps more like the Republicans?................. On second thought I rather not be compared, but unlike Jay Z it's not because I'm scared..or cocky. Lol although we share a zodiac sign, he is a lot unlike me. He is way more greedy. And I respect his craft but Jay Z is Illuminati. But I won't get into that, that's for another rap. I mean this isn't technically a "rap" but right now...it's a WRAP!

Spoken.

Ten things I would like to say to a black man.

1. I believe in you and all of your potential. You have been left out in the trenches to rot and continue to be entrenched in sorrow and unfortunate situations. But you can do better. And you will do better.
2. Your skin is as beautiful as the mohogany trees that fill the forests and woods across the universe. You are as powerful and amazing as the ancient kings of Africa.
3. I apologize for all of the cops and ignorant people who stop you and assume that you are doing wrong.
4.Sean Bell and Dj Henry's lives within each and every one of you. They both were victims of the NYPD and justice will be served in thier honor.
5. I wish I could just forever have your brawny shoulders and arms wrapped around me to keep me warm at night.

Spoken. (Diary of a Black women)

Disclaimer: This is not an attempt at understanding and defending the ways of African American women. Nor am I trying to find a relationship. I DO NOT want a relationship right now, or any time in the near future. So please do not misconstrue this. This is SPOKEN, where I speak just to speak. Whatever you get out of it, is your prerogative.
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Inspired by Wale feat.  Marsha Ambrosius "Dairy"
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If I told you I wanted to talk to you,
You think I'm try'na holla at you,
And maybe I am but,
You wouldn't hear me out anyway's would you? ,
Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like,
Short days, long nights,
By the phone, no call,
Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind,got me goin' down that road,
Heart made of stone,
Far away from home,
Black woman you cold,
Every problem you ever had with another man I gotta face,
Started off on thin ice,
I'm still here but I can't skate,
Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, don't think,
Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat,
Queen, you deserve the title but she rejects what I give, while she nurse the wounds by them,
Tried them, didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing I'm a do is gon' work,
Diary of a black girl.

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If he tried to holla I'd reject him because I deserve more than just a cat call. I deserve the world and I was told that by my mother. I deserve the decency for one to approach me like he was taught the same way. I'm not cold because I don't give in to shallowness and indecency. I'm secure enough with myself to know that a real man would recognize my beauty when he sees me. I can't speak for all black women but I do understand our struggle. I understand that black women are resilient Nubian sistas who have stood by their men during tumultuous times. Only to be cheated, cursed and unappreciated. Can you blame us for blaming these men? No man should suffer for another's mistakes but when things become repetitive, you leave us no choice but to compare you to the others. Wale says we have impossible standards, but the impossibility of those standards are a result of being played and hurt. Each time we experience adversity with a boyfriend, we add another quality to the list of our ideal guy. And sometimes when we see our black male counterparts courting a girl who is not a sista, we may scream inside. Because we feel as though we are being abandoned by our men. We are betrayed because these men have gone to women outside their race for a quick satisfaction.  Black women are strong and independent thus making us a challenge. Black men claim to like a challenge, but when they are tired of fighting for the possibility of making us thier wife, they move right along to the next best thing. To a hispanic or Asian, maybe even an Arab or middle eastern girl. Don't get me wrong, biracial couples are beautiful. But a strong black man with a strong black women is captivating. President Barack Obama married a sista despite his success and all his affiliations. Why can't other black men who come from the Ivy tower marry a sista' who has the same success as him?

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"I wonder why we sit and cry, I wish we could shed all these tears, I'm down and out. I just keep moving and trying to get out."
 I wonder why there aren't as many successful black men as there are women? I wonder why the small percentage of black men who are successful choose to marry women who are not of the same race as them. I keep wondering why divorce is so common in today's society. I also wonder why so many black women are left to take care of all the responsibilities, mainly the children. Black women are viewed as too much to handle and intimidating. Well I would understand that because Black women have a long history of having to be independent and of having no other choice but to be strong not only for themselves but also for their families. Black women have struggled, stumbled and succeeded. And they will continue to do so. But do they have to find a white man just as their counterparts are finding white women? Do they have to be single and visit the bank just to conceive a child. I mean we want a strong and successful black man to be the father of our children, but how common is that in today's society. We want reliable and hardworking partners who will match our success. So forgive us if our standards are "impossible" and set way to high. Because we were taught as children to never accept less than the best. We were raised to be nurturing and caring. And I know we were taught to stand on our own two feet. We accept genuine assistance but if we can't find it we have no problem doing it on our own. We rather miss out on the opportunity to love if we have to succumb to half ass love. Love isn't in the things that one can give you. Love isn't inconsistency and emotionless attachment. Love is not in the amount of time that people spend together. But black women have had a lot of crooks try to steal their hearts, never really had luck and they could never figure out how to to love. They had a lot of moments that didn't last forever,  just like Weezy said. But a lot of them have given up because chivalry is dead. Because all of their ex's said.....that they would last forever. But now they are in the corner trying to put it together.

Spoken. (Diary of a Black man)

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Forgive him because he knows no better. Like a child he needs to mature before he can progress. Instead he regresses and his actions digress. For he claims to be a man but his words and phrases contradict. He behaves as a child would, maybe like my cousin who is six. He has moved passed the age of adolescence, however he wines and complains like he just came out the womb. His mom thinks that the umbilical chord is still attached, because she is still very involved in the way that he acts. He is babied and treated like a spoiled little brat, which may explain the fact that he walks all over you like a door mat. He is selfish, egotistical and rude. His pride takes over every conversation in a way that is way too crude. He belittles, mocks and slanders your name. Because he is ignorant and messed up about the game. His approach is insane. For he has no appropriate game. In the streets he hoots and hollers as though talking to an animal. Because he is a man, he thinks with his eyes and not with his mind. He looks at you like a juicy succulent skirt steak, as you wear a banded skirt that you got on sale from Forever Twenty One. He is a bastard son, so his mother did what she could to instill male values into his medulla. But he lacked the guidance and inspiration from someone who is biologically made up like him. He didn't have a father or an uncle who could have guided his beliefs. He was always told like Musiq, that the true definition of a man was to work and provide. But he was always tired, because he never fully enjoyed his youth. He had to provide and supply for Momma and his baby sister Ruth. He watched videos and movies to establish a relationship with some male figure. But the images from cable were small, and the consequences much bigger. Because he thought that Uncle Luke was someone to emulate, which is why he would try to get in your pants on the first date. Excuse him because he is just fooled. By Dwyane Carter, Young Chris and Trey Songs. He believes that his women should walk around in thongs. To provide a glory and a wish that was never fulfilled by any gifts that he was supposed to receive from Santa. Because Momma worked two jobs just to keep them off welfare. But now it's not fair to you and your feelings, because he tries to act out in a way that is unacceptable. His ego is bigger than anything between his legs, so he tries and he tries for you to give him head. But you want to get ahead in a way that's bigger than his ego. Because you have goals and aspirations to fulfill, you have a job and school and the morals that mom instilled. You have friends that love you and try so hard, to tell you that your man isn't anything but a selfish bastard. But you love him and tolerate his childish acts, so it feeds his ego to a point that it's just unrelaxed. He is insecure and so are you, but your insecurities are more centered on the relationship. While his are about the fact that he never had real family besides his gang brothers who are crips. He gang bangs and sells drugs just to get by, because he was always taught to do anything that was worth a try. In order to bring home money for mom and sis. But he gets locked up and all his attempts suddenly become a miss. A diss, the opposite of bliss. Because prison walls and prison sentences are nothing that he would wish. His mom can't understand because she did the best that she could, but growing up in Brooklyn was nothing that was good. Because the area they lived was the hood, and the only people around were gang bangers and drug dealers which is why he is no good. Which is why he cannot be in a relationship with me, which is why he cannot amount to anything I'd like to see. Which is why I understand the story of a black man, because research has proven that staggering unemployment and education rates are marginal compared to their counterparts. But I want a black man instead of a White or Asian. I don't discriminate, but I may hesitate to complain when a black man hoots and hollers, because that's just part of the game. But I'm just saying they can do better. I know that Obama has told them that lately. They don't have to be like their father. Because they can transcend with the appropriate discipline. And I can assist if they are willing to listen.

*Because I'm just a girl who wants a guy who is like my father. Hard, working and disciplined...like the values he instilled in his daughters. Because I want someone who will match my success. It's very seldom that you're blessed to find your equal, but I'm fine with waiting so that we can both be the lead roles.

Spoken.

She is bold and beautiful..cool and comical. She got a switch when she walk and a twang when she talk.  She has soul like Lauryn and the body of a coke bottle. Don't cross her because her attitude will come full throttle. She is fed up and jaded. She comes in different shades of gorgeous melanin. She goes to MAC to cover up the imperfections, but they are never faded. She is young and real and every so often she gets caught up in a deal.She is naive and resilient. She weaves her head with tracks that are too expensive to name. She wears clothes that hug her body because it's all a part of the game. She is jaded and tired from a history of shame. She is raped of her innocence and they say she's to blame. She is cool, calm and collected. She may have a baby father. She may have a few scars from when that girl hit her harder. She is amazing and free kind of like a bird. But don't call her that animal for lack of a better word. Because where she's from birds are no good. Birds and broads are disses in her hood. She is noble, passionate and intelligent. She was on scholarship at the college she went. She is attorney at law. Doctor and political figure. She is journalist and teacher and all things much bigger. She is successful yet hindered. She is has experienced decades of adversity. She has the upper hand compared to her male counterparts. 

Stereotypically she is ghetto and a mammy. Realistically she is refined and a matriarch.  Stereotypically she is over confident and loud. Realistically she is bold and proud. Stereotypically she is easily offended and intimidating. Realistically she is educated and respectable. She is more than just the stereotypes. She is every women. She is great at what she does. She is the back bone. She is the neck. She is bigger than what she is because she has plans. She has goals. She has more than the outsiders will ever know. She has culture. She has history. She has struggled more than we will see.

She is Kesha. She is Pam. She is Renee. She is Ashley. She is Alicia. She is Patricia. She is Margaret. She is Leticia. She is Michelle. She is Sasha. She is Toni. She is Moseley. She is Ntozake. She is Maya. She is Oprah. She is Black, and she is proud. She is African American. She is African, Haitian, Jamaican, Trinidadian ,Baisian, Bahamian, Dominican.

She  is from every where in the Caribbean. She is from ancestors whose skin was all different shades of brown. She is a sista', and she is proud.

Spoken.

I've been free styling, free free styling it's a good time it keeps me and others smiling. Because my rhymes are cool and my style is free and my friends are cooler but never cooler than me. Laugh out loud if you must but I'm being serious, I'm being real, I'm being true, I don't need to lie to you boo. I've been coolin out, maxin, relaxin all cute, taking in the breeze that the spring has brought through. I can't believe it's not summer yet, but the climate has said other wise. The sun has been beaming, giving my skin a nice radiant glow. I love my brown skin, love my brown skin, and he loves my brown skin but he doesn't even know. He has yet to find out that he's just a victim in my book. Another one to add to my repertoire, another one to run over like a car. HA HA! Like my money, laugh it off my honey.  I'm just style freeing though, this shouldn't be taken seriously, however my flow is so lyrically..empowered. I'm telling you the truth, I feel like the modern day Rosie. The Riveter that is, because this chick was real she said we can do it. And I believed her ever since I saw her picture in my History text book. She was quite stylish with her red and blue, reminded me of Haiti. Shout out to my Haitians too! Shout out to my ladies, because they can too. Because we run this...shoot. We are the future and without us they couldn't.Guys wouldn't...know what to do. They'd be lost and stupid without our knowledge and nature. Our nurture and skill. Our intelligent minds that help them through. But I can't keep rambling..this is a style free. I swear to you it's off the top as my fingers brush these keys. Don't call me Alicia but I'm sick with these keys! I'm one with these! My fingers type so quickly...hop off my steeze lol! I'm out now..so one for now!

Spoken.

Best I've heard was that I don't look like the type to study because I don't carry a bag on my back. Because I'm very into my style and it's far from wack. But I carry a long champ, and throw away the slack.

No on second thought, the best I've heard is that there's no way I'm a virgin because of my ample round glutinous maximus. That because God has blessed me with a nice body, there's no way that I'm celibate.

Wait..... let me come again. The best I've heard is that I'm pretty for a dark skin girl, and the prettiest Haitian that one ever saw. But why can't I be pretty not like in respect to my complexion but like in the beauty bestowed upon me by my mother and my father. And in reference to my ethnicity, I accept it as ignorance. My beauty and intelligence won't allow me to curse in the name of sheer ugliness.

But hold on, you haven't heard the best, because it came when I was told that I could never be an attorney. Because my temperament, approach and beliefs won't let me.  Excuse me? Come again... I believe that's simply foolish for you to try to guess my fait, despite the fact that God already has it in order. Oh you just wait!

Let me give you more, because the best is better than what I said before. Because the best was when Yvrose let me know the truth. That God has a plan for me and my successes are proof. She also said there'd be motivators disguised as haters and contemplaters. That my persistence and nature are the best of me, but if I don't separate friend from adversary, than that will be the death of me.

And the best I've heard from grandma was to always follow my mother, honor my father and listen to grandfather. Because grandpa taught me too, until about three years ago their time here on earth was through. And through all the tears and heartache, I've realized that my grandparents are my guardian angels. That my mother is my inspiration and my father is a rock who often demonstrates his appreciation. And my sisters, two friends I'll never lose. Because before me there was them. It was Ines, Vicky and then M.

And now we're unbreakable, no matter what our haters say. Because the best I've heard all my life was that the best will never stay. That the best will come and go away. But the best of the best is yet to come, because in life, we will always win and lose some.

Spoken

Are my standards set too high because I wont settle for a basic guy? Is there a chip on my shoulder  because I know my worth and all that I can be? Am I stuck up and "sadity" because I won't allow myself to entertain the unambitious boys I see? Call me any name in the book, but quite frankly I wont even look. Because the way I see it is that I'm worth all that I aspire to be and I'm worth a guy who has the same goals as me. I'm worth an appropriate salutation, respect and patience. Not a trivial greeting, a disrespectful glance and a persistent stare at my ample round ass. You see, I call myself confident, I know I'm beautiful but I also know that to some I'm ugly. To some I'm bummy, basic or maybe even "Bad". But to keep it real calling me names won't make me sad. But it also won't make me glad, because I don't like to be prejudged and misunderstood. If only you'd get to know me you'd really wish you could...take back the things you called me, and ask for forgiveness. Am I confused and misguided because I know my worth? Is there a stick up my rectum because I don't give out my number to every guy that interests? My attention and time are precious gifts that I can't hand out....to these guys that act like the animals that smell with a snout. Excuse my crazy humor but that's part of me. I cannot and will  not lower my standards for a horny boy who is inadequate and incompetent. For a bum who doesn't know up from down or left from right. For a boy who smokes week so much, he basically lives on a flight.  For a fool who dropped out of school to pursue things that he thinks are cool. Not every one is Sean Carter so know your roll. Don;t even bother stepping to me if your grammar isn't on point, misplaced modifiers, run on sentences, tense inconsistency all in a jumble, I'm no English teacher but it would be if I was a bit more humble. Keep it real with me but don't judge me, keep it smart with me because intelligence is something you cant see. Get to know me or leave me alone, because the former questions I asked are things that are  things that I've known...to be called. And they aren't true, but then again..love me or hate me...it's on you.

Spoken.

This is a cover of Wale's "Ambitious Girl". I love his version but I wanted to a create a version of my own for the Ambitious Boys and men out there. Once again shout out to all the young men in college on full scholarship!

Ambitious Girl
Ambitious girl, the drive-drives me crazy I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you
I'll pay you tuition, pray with you if you aint intuition.I'm tryna fxck the shxt out your aspirations
see, the last one I dated, I hated we wake up, i go to work, she leave out
come back with some make up, high heels, and a purse, or worse i ask, "Babygirl, what you aspire to be?"she reply to me like, "why you perspiring me?" bxtch..pardon me if I'm sweating you but,
I wanna see something else in you before I invest in you ambitious girl, (what you sitting for)
I'd rather you tell me to hit you later, because you gotta finish a paper
then to be in my face asking for a rosea cup see these bxtches can't cut in yo business
I'm in love with your business and your productivity is the reason I intrest, ambitious girl
see, I like the person that you are, but I'm in love with the person that you have potential to be
and all your dreams sharing with me and your secrets baring with me
and the flaws, you aint even got to mention to me,ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams, then to try to chase these men that try to chase these skirts
that try to chase these shots with flavors that not even as sweet as her my ambitious girl, I wont forget you,I just reflect on how I aint met you, yet boo you somewhere, getting your life in order
so for the time being, i hope this (overscribe) might support her
support her, or work her, she worth it
go girl, go girl, go girl. Ambition

Ambitious Boy

Ambitious boy, your perseverance keeps me guessing. I'm trying to be with you,learn with you, grow with you and pull and all nighter if you're not into "all nighters". I'm trying to engage in a deep session of cerebral stimulation. You see the last one I dated was incompatible. He'd call me. I'd be studying, I'd call back and he'd be partying, parlaying, saying hes trying to experience "the college life". Best I asked him, baby what do you see in me? He replied to me, I miss your body. Douche bag. Pardon me if I'm questioning you but I want to see your motives and aspirations before I sex with you. Ambitious boy with a life plan. I rather hear you say I cant sex with you cause we're not wedded, then for you to dial my digits for a late night booty call. See these N***** can't compete with your vision. And I'm in love with your visions. And your tenacity is the cause of your winnings. Ambitious boy, see I like the visions you have but I;m more in love with your dedication to make those visions reality. And all your plans, share them with me. And your darkness, light them with me. And your imperfections you can expose those to me. Ambitious boy you just want to succeed, and you rather chase your aspirations than chase those skirts, that try to call you dirt, that isn't even what you equate to. My ambitious boy, I won't desert you. I just know I haven't encountered you yet. You are out there catching your dreams. So for the time being, I hope this (overscribe) will push you. The go getter. You're worth it. Go Boy. Go Boy. Go Boy. Go Boy. Ambition.

Spoken.

Shes so deeply entrenched, drowned and sunken in love. So misguided, baffled, and all over love. She hasn't realized that this love isn't quite love. That this thing that they're doing is undesirable, frowned upon and entirely done. She's so stuck on stupid. Stuck on making things better. Stuck on stuck because she doesn't know more. Her free will and intellect are out the door. She'd do almost anything to make him see shes the one. But he's so deeply entrenched, drowned and sunken in his lessons. So remained, it's insane that hes all over his books. His ambitious are taking a toll on this love, like  money does crooks. He hasn't realized that this love is so far above that it takes a toll on her mind. His Bio Chemical make up is admiring, inspiring, and so diligently placed, that her medulla and balance equate to that of a young child. Yes she regresses, to a time when things were far from wild. When things were worth her while, when all he did was make her smile. When he lured her into the world of his, when he was about her and she was about her too. When all she wanted to make sure was that their friendship wasn't through. "He is so dumb, He is stupid! Boys are stupid" she claims. They really are! but to keep it real and if the premise is true, wouldn't that make you a boy too? Because you've been stupid, baffled, and duped in a love that isn't love. In a trivial pursuit where you're the cat and he's the mouse, where you are a stranger in his mom's house. Cause you haven't gained her approval. Because he's on a mission, on the pursuit of enlightenment. While you're on this steady pursuit of indictment. While you try to diligently to be liked by the Matriarch, but quite frankly it doesn't work because this love is a circus park. She lost her innocence to a boy not a man. Because his actions are so immature, so juvenile, and so barren. So insulting that it's crippling to her being. It's a hurdle to her soul, way beyond any one's control. Cause you're just a girl so in love with a fool, it's sickening to a feminist like me. To a girl who who preaches and tries to steer you from this lust. To a girl who doesn't have her head on straight, but has her head on her shoulders not on some fool's plate. Not on a boy, not on a trivial joy. But on her strong brown shoulders. Her aura so real and strong that it can lift boulders. And if the premise is true and she loves too, than she can be honest and real with you. She can levitate, she can help you progress, and digress from this trivial pursuit........
But she's so deeply entrenched, drowned and sunken in love. So foolish it's horrid and disheartening to hear her cry. To hear her try so hard to make him see she's the one. She's so stupid, so foolish it sucks to be her, but it sucks to be Tammy too. Cause Tammy is the other chick, who got drunk and helped herself to a lovely taken plate of biochemical lust. The biochemical boy who treats my friend like a toy. The biochemical fool who lost something sooo cool. The foolish child who will never realize the pain he put her through.  The pain that my home girl experiences in her dark purlieu. In her small room, in her horrible gloom. In her innocent mind, in her chaotic life. Cause this biochemical fool did it once to some other stupid tool. But my stupid home girl excepted him. She welcomed him with open arms, soul and mind. She believed his lies that he used to get ahead. But not anymore, not as long as I'm still breathing. Not as long as he's still scheming. Nope I'm not having it. My home girl will prevail, succeed and show fool that he pick the wrong one to reckon with. Him and Tammy will never feel the same. Hoes will be hoes though, so I can't blame Tammy. But home girl blames Tammy, but I blame Manny. But I blame home girl. But this isn't yeezy's blame game. Cause home girl is better, stronger, and she will never be the same.

Ladies, I'm only being real with you

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.