I Can Tell Where Your Scars Are

I can tell where your scars are just by the way you walk
And every assault you have endured has ensured your every step
And you are blessed regardless of the animals that have attacked you
And you are pure regardless of who has abused you
I know an angel when I see one
And when our kingdom come it will be you, I and the sun
And we will be one
We will create children and our children will create us
Then every night by the light of the moon I will kiss away your scars to Abby Lincoln tunes
And I will drink perfume that tastes like you
Then I will draw our bathwater warm so we can soak til our soul's reborn
And you will be safe and secure in my arms and it will always be this way
See I can tell where your scars are just by the way you smile
And every night I walk a mile in your shoes
Kiss away your tears and compile your blues
And I will lick every pit from your soul's revelation to your pain's exodus
And when there's nothing left to sip I will massage the tension from your nekkedness
And then lift you in the most effortless way so that you can just slowly ride all your pain away
See I can tell where you scars are just by the way you moan
And every time we spend together I want your life to just keep getting better
Just want your nights to just keep getting wetter
Never want the trust in our relationship to sever
I want you to let your mind go until you ready for handcuffs, candlewax, and blindfolds
I want you feel me inside of you until time slows
And learn to cum so hard it feel like your spine froze
With a smile on your face until the sunshine shows and it will always be like this
I can tell where you scars are 'cause I was born to kiss them away
And make love to you the way you deserve to be made love to
And the way you'll know that it's right is when your nipples become harder than your life is
And after I undress and lay down I'm gonna whisper poems in your ear at frequencies so beautiful that only your clitoris can hear

One Day

I’ve been trying to blog for awhile. I’ve had lots of inspiration but whenever I try to put the figurative pen to paper I always draw blanks. Out here failing worse than Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon trying to have a baby. Too soon?



Anyways, I had quite a bevy of material I could possibly write about. I thought long and hard about writing an article about the ills that Facebook causes relationships. A friend of mine just recently got a Facebook account after a Kanye West-style imposed exile and within a matter of hours it had already caused drama with his significant other. She at first was cool with it, then demanded passwords and the whole nine. It just echoed my sentiments about how people in committed relationships either should have a joint Facebook account or no account at all, but I could never put on my sarcasm hat and give it the witty responses that it needed. I still would like to know why people blame Facebook for all of their relationship ills. Facebook only enhances and shines a light on what was already there. I’m sorry if the guy you have two kids with and never even once brought up marriage is out there sending other chicks messages asking for phone numbers. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire but that’s neither here nor there.

Then I had inspiration to write another piece. A more somber piece about a female college student who committed suicide roughly a week after reporting that one of the school’s varsity football players had sexually assaulted her. I wanted to be respectful of it and not touch on that touchy subject so close to it occurring, until I realized that this news story was actually about an incident that occurred almost 4 months ago that is just now being reported. Then that was like a Pandora’s Box of sorts. It made me wonder why they would go through such lengths to keep it a secret if there was truly no wrongdoing going on. Why would they conceal the identities of the accused, and handle it as an in-house manner? That wouldn’t happen for any other student, why are varsity athletes any different? Then I saw that the incident occurred at Notre Dame, and suddenly I had answers to all my questions. I’ve long since removed myself from that environment and that frame of thinking, but it’s startling to see that some things never change. Take that how you want.




Neither piece had inspired me to write anything, but I did get some inspiration recently. Inspiration from the upcoming holiday season. I don’t know what kind of situations you, the readers, have going on in your lives, but just know that every day above ground is a great one. And you should be thankful for the many blessings you have, whether you are aware of them or not. If you don’t remember the last time you told your family that you loved them, do so immediately after finishing this blog post. It’s that serious.

One day you’re here, and the next day you’re gone.

One Night Stand

This ain’t jailhouse talk, this is real shit
I’m tired of these hoes, I need me a real woman to deal with
The right one, a pretty and polite one in search of a real man I’m hoping she might come
Kick it with me for a minute just to see what I’m about
And if you ain’t feeling me baby girl I’m out, I ain’t mad at you
All I’m tryna do is get to know you better, I’m attracted
Any brother could lay you across a mattress
But what about pleasure without sex?

Fuck the moon, your smile could light up the city at night, you’re a sun
I’m really hoping you turn out to be the one, I’m tryna get to know you

A little about me, you already know I’m a G with a-t-t-i-t-u-d-e
But only for those who do me no good
I can’t loosen me up but I feel like a positive relationship could
Every week I take a flight or take a cruise by myself
That’s something I wish that I could do with someone else
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not tryna come across like I’m lonely
But just tryna give you an opportunity to know me
I’m an asshole by nature and a gentleman too
I beat up bitch niggas but I promise to be gentle with you
I know your job got you stressed out, sweating out your hairdo
Put your feet up, let the King of the Ghetto take care of you
Tell me what your favorite food is and I’ll make it
And afterwards you don’t have to get naked, you’re respected
Not tryna be a special kind of fool
I’m a king and I need a queen to help me rule, I’m tryna get to know you

I’ve wasted a lot of time on these hateful chicks, these unfaithful and ungrateful chicks
I think it’s time for me to get what I deserve, don’t you feel like that?
If you can keep it real I can keep it real like that
You wouldn’t have to worry about me and another woman
You’d be my out in the open plus my undercover woman
Happy to have you on my arm, showing you off
Listening to what you have to tell me, never blowing you off
I know the sun won’t shine everyday
Sometime we’ll be in for bad weather, we can go through it together
Well I’m looking for my woman ‘cause she overdo
All I’m tryna do is see if she you, that’s why I’m tryna get to know you

Hypocrite

I done told chicks I loved them when I didn't really mean it
Sometimes I'm only thinking with the head of my penis
A lot of niggas preach monogamy like they ain't never cheated
So conceited, their girls do it back, they can't conceive it
Gotta see it to believe it
Deaded from the waist down like a paraplegic, now she creeping strategic
I just said that to get you mad, ain't my fault your girl won't give you ass
Player it's all on you
Maybe if you treated her better, she would call on you
I've been tryna get my life right
I got a good girl, wants to be a good wife
You know 2.5 kids, a white picket fence
Taking my ass to church so I could get my head rinsed
But at the same time, I still be flirting
I know it's asshole shit but nobody's perfect

Tryna figure how my guy look his lady in the eye when last night he had another lady in his ride
The same dick that she suck, the same seat in his truck
Is lust really worth hurting somebody you trust? Damn
The Henny does wonders on the sex drive
She remind you of your jeep on the test drive
Mini-me got a mind of it's own
You lookin at your ID like "Goddamn it, I'm grown"
Cause you only wanna see what the sex about
The genie's in your pants and you tryna let him out
But is it worth wastin three years on one shot and three beers, knowing she won't be here
Last week you was telling your man to settle down, now you playing 2Pac tryna "Get Around"
That don't add up, that ain't compound
Now you telling yourself you should just calm down

This chick told me black men who date white chicks is trifling
I asked her out, she told me she only date white men
I asked her how many niggas she ever dated
She said niggas gay, in jail or intimidated, unemployed or players just tryna get her naked
And white men are way more fine and educated
It's like she sees herself in the mirror and she hates it
Almost as bad as the niggas that she's castigating
So hypocritical it's almost fascinating
She don't realize she the problem exacerbating
That foul is considered a flagrant, called me next day and retracted her statement
Like I just heard your song on the radio station, and I ain't know you had a Ivy League education
The offer still stands if I could get up in your world
I'm sorry ma, I only date black girls

Just One of Those Days

Every now and then I will start tweeting about something I see happening and I just begin a stream-of-consciousness style rant about it. Some of them come out as well-formed thoughts, and I've always considered Twitter to be a mini-blog of sorts. This is my first attempt at turning those tweets into a blog post. Here they are, un-edited. Depending on how this goes, and depending on my tweeting, there may be more of these in the future.

Basically as an introduction, this is about the "friend zone", males/females claiming to be platonic friends, and people who have a hard time expressing honestly what they look for in a relationship. Enjoy.



I'm tired of niggas taking this "friends with a female" shit too far. Making me look crazy when I tell a chick "I just wanna fuck"

Sure, after we fuck, some doors may open for you. But I ain't fitna be doing oil changes and shit for nothing.

I refuse to be the shoulder that you cry on unless I'm also the dick that you ride on. It's a two way street.

Anytime a man and a woman are "just friends", one of them is trying to passive-aggressively fuck.

This nigga thinks if he changes enough light bulbs or plays daddy to her kid enough she'll let him stick the tip in. That's not how it works

No one knows how you truly feel about them unless you come out and say that shit. Beating around the bush only works for gardeners.

I have no problem telling a female "Listen, I just wanna fuck." I don't have a problem using that exact language either.

At least that prevents the time wasted where we're both in a scenario where we're lying to ourselves about the situation

To me, time is the most precious thing on Earth. Time is an even more precious resource than pussy. And I don't waste either.

I'd love to hear someone tell me a situation where being the handyman led to them getting some pussy. Anyone.

The only thing being a chick's handyman will get for you is stronger forearm muscles for when you go beat off at night.

I think that's why I get along so well with older women/cougars/MILFs. Honesty goes a long way with someone who knows what they want in life

Bottom line is, if you send all the "friend" signals don't get mad when another nigga is blowing her back out at night. It will happen.

I think I'm done ranting. If you like what I say, cool. If not, cool. Me and my dick will continue to be on the same page.

If you're more worried about what a woman thinks than about your own needs as a man, you don't deserve to have a penis

I think too many people are afraid of the word "fuck". You're not going to be making love with everyone. It's cool.

Every man is not going to be your knight in shining armor, and every woman is not wifey material. But penis + vagina = both of us happy.

Would you rather a guy lie to you and tell you all this bullshit, only to break your heart in the end?

I think I'm too honest for chicks my age. They don't like it when I break it down to them that life isn't a romantic comedy

There's absolutely no way you can misunderstand what I'm saying. But you can hear what you want to hear.

Queen of Sanity

It’s great catching up with old friends. Whether they’re old friends from high school, college, or whatever, seeing someone again is always a great event. Sometimes though you have grown apart from that person. You get one on one with that person and realize you don’t have any common interests, and it just feels like talking to a stranger. Not the case for me though.

I hung out with some old college friends recently and it was a great time catching up. Reminiscing about good old times. Talking about being adults in the workforce now. Quote of the night was “I used to laugh at farts and now I laugh at tax code jokes.” It’s such an accurate representation of where we find ourselves in life and times of reflection with friends and libations are something everyone should experience. One of the guys there just got engaged recently so he’s adapting to the whole joint living thing. He hadn’t been that far removed from his past girlfriend so we asked why they were no longer together. His answer was simple: “She’s crazy.”



Dude said all his friends thought she was crazy but he didn’t believe them. He let her meet his parents and his dad pulled him to the side like “Son, she’s crazy.” But love is blind. The guy needed to see it for himself. He said that his girl would start arguments about when, not if, they have kids whether they would go to private school or public school. But nothing prepared him for the moment that they decided to call it off.

He said shortly after they broke up, she started sending him crazy emails and text messages. She would call his friends and try to turn them against him. She would still send him random presents and gifts in the mail, something that almost sabotaged his relationship with his current fiancé. He even called him once and said that while talking to her mother, they had come to the joint conclusion that my friend was depressed. I wish I could make that up.

The highlight of the craziness moment was when she sent him a book titled “Good Guys and Bad Guys”. The book had certain passages and lines highlighted in them with tabbed notes in the margins of the book. And inside of the book was a handwritten note from the girl’s mother detailing why the girl and my friend were meant to be together. That’s beyond ridiculous in every sense of the word.

That girl must not have any real friends. Thankfully, my friend has friends like me that let him know that chick was crazy. We didn’t get around to describing HNH in detail but I’m sure he would instantly become an avid supporter of my theory were I to divulge it with him. This is just confirmation that most females are nuts, but I won’t stop loving them though.