REALLY???! 

Ran across dis on Facebook…in my mind….

When it come to doing dirt male or female goes outta the window…in all honesty a woman cheating is worse than a man cheating anyway…just my opinion…

But to say yeah niggas are cheaters and liars they’re a disgrace is extreme…any time in my life that I ever cheated…it was because a WOMAN allowed me to do that…she didn’t care that I had a girl…she didn’t care that I’d be cheating…a WOMAN is worse than a man when it comes to doing dirt…

If all niggas are dogs its beacause WOMEN allow them to be…stop shytn’ on dudes over some shyt da next WOMEN let’n go down…

I was thinking to myself in class today and seeing how I selectively choose the shyt I wanna listen to in class…and a girl started talking about the way dudes interact when love is involved…she said she had a problem with how guys are reluctant to give it all when a woman does so so easily…

Me…thinking in my great mind…was instantly angered…you can’t complain that a dude ain’t give you his all just because you want it right then and now…as long as he is real and faithful to you then be patient…I feel it takes a while for a man to be willing to give 110% because of the fear of the one he invested all those feelings in, not being there….and when the woman decides oh well it’s nothing he didn’t care and he finally is ready to show you different and does that…then you only prove that male theory to be correct when you up and leave him…

The sooner you understand the other sex the happier you’ll be…shyt can’t always be from one end of the spectrum women were born with that love shyt within them…we weren’t its a woman’s job to show a man the way shyt is supposed to go…and then when you do show him…keep showing him until he gets it right…or you can just further prove the theory and go do it all over again with the next nigga…when you see it all coming…whether you feel it was on time or not…you don’t push it away….

Gentle bullets penetrated my concrete skin.

Cold blood flowed from my immortal soul.

My stone heart turned to a softened mush.

Concerned walkers stepper over my living corpse. 

The kind-hearted shooter leisurely fled.

One tender shot to my gelid heart.

Every doting feeling I had suddenly seeped out.

She used a benevolent murder weapon.

Her aim was mistakenly perfect.

I was the victim of her serene violence.

She had the greatest evil intentions.

She unknowingly was a merciful killer.

A loving menace would best describe her.

My unloving heart now savagely endeared.

My untimely death was the beginning of the end.

I was walking dead and moving paralyzed.

Breathing with no blood and no oxygen.

I was living but I was not alive.

I was hurting yet free from pain.

I was a man but not a complete living entity.

I had escaped my killer’s grasp yet yearned for her clutch. 

Life’s ups and downs…they come and go….

But they make you into the person that you are. I am thankful for all the good and the bad in my life. Whenever I have problems I try to not dwell on them but to be thankful for all the good in my life and even thankful for the problem, because they have molded me into a man that I am proud to be. 22 years is a long time, and I am proud to be where I am in my life. I plan to be a better person this year than I was at 21. Happy Birthday to me…

“In family life, love is the oil that eases the friction, the cement that binds closer together, and the music that brings harmony.”

In my family, the word LOVE is often left unsaid, yet always understood. Whenever I am home, my sister and I always seem to find a way to argue whether I am there a day or a month. My mother is always somehow the peacemaker, and always solves the issues in my home. She is the oil. My father, always has been a quiet guy, never says much, but when he does it is usually powerful and “sticks”. He is the cement. Music, a word that usually involves some sort of tune, does not stop at sound in my family. Instead, music is all of the things my sister and I have been able to accomplish in life through the great upbringing by our parents that make the perfect harmony in our family. 

Absence makes the heart grow fonder….at least I hope so! It takes a lot for a person to completely change a whole way of doing something. Usually takes something drastic to happen before a person realizes that a change is necessary. A week ago something just came over me and showed me that if I do not change that thing I cared about most would no longer be there. These dudes look at me sideways because I’m not about the same games that I once maybe was. I just feel like it’s only so long you can go around hurting everybody else before you hurt yourself. I refuse to lose the one that’s been here through it all. Temptation is a muhfuka, but a strong person can fight it and not hurt anyone else. I mean it took a whole lot of mistakes that I knew were not the right thing to do, but I feel like I am simply growing up and seeing who is necessary in life and cutting out all of the unnecessary people. I got myself,my few friends, and 1 girl that I’d give the world. Tomorrow marks the start of my last college semester. Just feel like I have played games my entire life…I am tired and feel like its just time to be all the way real. We sometimes find ourselves hurting those who love and care for us, for others who do not give a damn about you…shit’s crazy…