Don’t measure your Life in Likes
Be at peace with what you do, cause you do it for you.
I think we all can agree that life isn’t fair. We just wait for the day when it’s not fair in our favor.
This dialogue can be read as a man or a woman. Cause the game never changes, nor is it one sided. People just choose to believe it’s that way. Check the blends and cross patterns of two sides of the same “Situationship”
You’re dope. And I’m starting to love everything about you. I was only in to hit it once, but it was so good that I had to double dip and well, the more I dipped the better you felt. The chemistry got real and the fire burned hotter. What can I say, we are unreal together. Sexually that is…but if I denied more than that I’d be lying.
We don’t hang much unless it’s time to lay up. At first it seemed cool but now I don’t know. It’s like maybe dinner and a movie wouldn’t be so bad as a change of pace. It’s got to be more than “Firestick and Fuck”, right? Maybe that’s all I want, but it doesn’t feel like all I need. We’ve spent countless weekends and late night creeps together. It’s fun and I won’t lie it’s exciting, but damn. Maybe it’s time for more…
Maybe I’m tripping. Maybe it’s all these DM’s I’m getting. I haven’t entertained one message yet. Haven’t thought about hitting up anyone else either. You would think it would be easy to just say “Nah, I’m gon’ chill. You’re the one. Let’s just rock out me and you.” But we haven’t done that. I don’t want to force things. I want it to be mutual. I just want to make sure that you want me exactly how I want you. Until then, I’ll take what I can get from you.
Is it cause the allure of being single is all good for “The Gram”? Is it cause one day that first crush is going to “WYD?” me like, “DAMN!”? Is it cause maybe just maybe, I can get this threesome popping and do some things that society would call “THOT Shit” but I don’t care cause that’s what I’m on and…well…You can’t do that in no relationship; Can you?
Will the sex be as nasty and hot once we put a title on this? Will we start missing cues when it’s time for some dick? Will you be more concern about where I’m at when I’m not around, but I been moving the exact same way since we first got down?
Those are questions that need answers and Im ready to receive. Our situation does confirm the lines of Love and Loyalty. They’re not one in the same. Cause I can love fucking you, but be loyal to keep it a convenience thang. The type of loyalty that will let you go out, get some even have a main. The loyalty that may meet the closest homey but the parents, EH! we’ll refrain. And it’s not cause I’m ashamed. We’re just not a couple, but I want you and maybe to them that’s hard to explain.
It’s seems this situation is the forever honeymoon stage. But is that because we’re not willing to work during down time and strain? I’m mean, I do know some of your darkest secrets. In fact we connect better than anyone else. Are we too much alike? Are we too scare of ourselves. Am I broken? Are you bitter? Are we stuck on all the wrongs? If we truly are meant to be so happy, how come we found others to “get along”? I mean, what the fuck is so wrong with me, you and us? Connecting this many times for this many months, is obviously more than lust. So what’s up? We kind of official and it hasn’t been tough. Seriously is it about having a better option and not having to explain why you want to get up?
Maybe we just over-thunk. Let’s not try to define, title and just be “Us”. I mean, we were fine until all of our friends asked “What’s up?” The picture of us kind of hugged up wasn’t too much. It’s just folks be so damn nosey and well, I don’t want to mess this up.
We cool. We straight. We aight. We friends. They say that’s how all great relationships form and begin. Maybe friend is the realest thing you can be to me till the end. Cause I need that more than anything, with everything I been through. Last thing I would ever really want to lose is the friend that I have in you.
We should talk about it sooner than later. It should be a serious topic we touch. But until then, you know the code. So when I send that come fuck. I love the fact that I can talk to you like that…
I’m right and I’m wrong…
But thank God I’m not stupid…
It’s January 2021. We’re days away from the President’s Inauguration. Spoiler Alert, Trump is on term number 2 and the world as we know it is still divided but not conquered. Racial tensions are high as well as interracial couples. Politics and Government knowledge is anything but a requirement at this stage in the game and I’ve been offered a great opportunity by the Trump Administration; Speaking at the 2021 Inauguration.
To bring you up to speed, I’ve turned my site and my book into one hell of a respected voice amongst my peers and my generation. I’ll be turning 40 this year but was already deemed one of the most important voices in Black America. A recognition I thought I would never receive based on my “Colorful, Artsy, Hold The World Accountable” writing style. Getting that honor and then about 8 months later the news breaking of me being a guest speaker at the Inauguration didn’t go over well and as you would expect, everybody has something to say about the man and the voice they once adored.
I’ve been called every named any small mind could think of, plus some interesting new ones on twitter. Media personalities on all formats are confused and want to know, why? Many celebrities, comrades, friends and family have vented their personal frustrations and have even ostracized me. I’ve never felt as alone before a speaking engagement as I do right now. In spite of much resistance and backlash, I will be speaking at this years Inauguration. Why? Because who better than me to do it? I’m not the throw rocks and hide your hands type. I don’t comply, conform, crack under the pressure or succumb to fear. I like dialogue, conversation and confrontation. And to be real, nobody that does what I do, will speak the way I will speak on this platform.
Let’s be clear, I’m not making any “artistic statements” with my outfit or a musical rendition. I’m also not one of those people in the public eye taking secret hotel meetings and being bombarded with paparazzi in the aftermath. I’m also not about to get all ignorant and and tear down the president or wish assassination on him like “a real nigga would”. That is what separates me from the rest. It’s probably super arrogant to say this, but I’m the Best In The World at what I do! Shout to Chris Jericho and CM Punk. That’s why the administration called me and not many other people of color. Are they familiar with my work? I doubt it. However, I must be somebody if they Googled and I came up.
For all the people who couldn’t wait to “Coon” “Sellout” and “Uncle Tom” me for hours on end in my mentions. Remember those words. I owe you nothing. And after I make my statement and inspire and educate a generation, please remain off my dick! I only make enough room for my wife anyway.
I want you to hear this. I honestly think it’s some of my best work. What I’m about to do here will cement my legacy. It may be my “I Have A Dream”, my “Ali vs Frazier”, my “Thriller”. Maybe people won’t appreciate it until I’m long gone. What’s important is, I said it. My words took on a volatile and anything but United States and American History was impacted…So here goes.
“The Human Diamond”
Good Day Everyone. I’m glad that I have your time and attention no matter how you feel about me. That means you’re hear to receive a message. You can take that message in love or with hate. The choice is yours. Feel free to boo, cheer or walk off. It doesn’t make the message any more or less authentic because of your reception. So lets begin.
I have a friend. A friend I’ve known for now almost 20 years. His parents are immigrants and he by definition of the sophisticated color-wheel crafted by the United States of America would be deemed, “White”. We’ve gone over a decade without having many race talks. Not that either of us were “afraid” to have the talk, it just never came up as a pressing issue.
One day my friend asked me a question so simple, yet so complex that I opened the mind and eyes to not only him, but I think I will open the eyes of even the most close minded and ignorant person that God has made, but the Devil has taken over. His question, “What is it like to be Black in America?”
The basic, blunt answer is “HARD!” but that’s not the answer you give to a person you want to educate. My response was this.
Being Black in America is quite a few things. In a way it’s like Foster Care. You’re put out here, no real recollection or connection to your true family and love ones and you’re sent somewhere with people to live and figure it out. However, you’re supposed to figure it out and grow with people who may not love you. They just love the work you can do or the money they could gain by having you around. You may be beaten, tortured, treated less than and then maybe just maybe passed around to the next family. To somebody better or worse you don’t know until it happens. You hope to be smart enough to break away, make it on your own and maintain a life better than the one you were thrown into.
As I go into detail, I see his eyes widen and horror on his face, so I continue.
Then again, being Black in America is like having your real parents who weren’t raised the greatest and doing what they know. They’re unfit to care for you even though they birthed you. You can do what a child would do and that could lead to severe vengeance and punishment. Asking for candy could lead to you being told to sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up and be reminded that you’re not getting shit! What kid doesn’t like candy? All they want is a piece of candy for temporary happiness. Is that much anger and aggression necessary for a child that only wants a treat that could make their day for that moment?
He responded, “No” with the most puzzled look on his face. So I had to keep going.
Do you like Birds?
He said “Yeah, why?”
Do you like birds until they start flying? Are birds only cool if you have control of them? Meaning they are in your vision and they never leave the cup of your hands, to soar and become as free as they need and deserve to be.
The questions were somewhat rhetorical and he remained attentive. I felt I made a point with my analogies, so it was time to bring it on home.
The Black American is Lady Liberty’s foster child. Put here and taught to work and conditioned to be less than. Conditioned to believe success isn’t attainable in his own element. That they are nothing without the country they help build and advance. Being Black in America is the promotion that passed over you, but being too scared to quit because you think no company is going to treat you better. It’s feeling so cool with your new haircut and outfit walking to school, then having every kid in the hall laugh at you to the point you want to cry and never return. It’s seeing yourself in the mirror and attacking the mirror. You have no clue why, but you do it. You cut your hands, bleeding profusely around your knuckles. You have no peroxide, gauze or bandaids. So you just rinse off your hands, go to sleep and wake up permanently scarred from the wounds that never healed properly.
Why is all that like being black in America? Cause all those things started out innocent. They were the simple things in life that were purely about beauty, happiness and joy. It shouldn’t be a problem to get love, a piece of happiness and fly away in all your glory in the land of free. We shouldn’t be living day to day hating ourselves or not understanding why we are looked at and treated differently. It should be no problem for us to get the credit that we deserve for the great things we contribute into all aspects of American History. It should be no problem but it is and when asking why, it’s like asking every religious denomination to make a painting of God. Sure, the paintings will have the same name, but his look and his actions will all differ but be right in the eyes of that painter.
As my friend sits there, with a sick expression on his face and hurt in his eyes, he asks one last question. If that’s what being black in America is, how did we become friends?
Well friend, you’re parents are immigrants. And many don’t realize Foster Children and Step-Children endure a lot of the same struggles.
I’m not here to make you feel sorry for Black people today. I’m not here to beg for your acceptance and plead with you to love us. I’m here to make you self aware. Aware that you or your parents were once treated like the Black American somewhere else and you came here for a better life. Many of us don’t have that luxury. We can’t “just go back to where we came from” cause lets be honest; As easy as it is for you to tell us to leave, this world wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t stay. You love this country that we had the task of building with no fee and tax free and we’ve been changing it and making it cool ever since.
We took your scraps, your straps and all the pain you could dish out and made, Soul Food, peanut butter, the stoplight, Gospel, Jazz, Blues and Hip-Hop. We continue to grow, evolve and love in a world filled of outlets that highlight nothing but our negative antics and the hate for us both externally and internally. America! We are your child! You are the father! You’ve beat us, cheated us and left us with every possible disadvantage you could and we still managed to be LeBron, Oprah and Obama! So thank you! THANK YOU ALL that have hated and shunned us! Through it all, you have created the greatest creation of all; THE HUMAN DIAMOND!
A Diamond that shines so bright that it’s sheer sight causes you discomfort. A Diamond that you want to merge and mesh with your gene pool to make your own Diamonds. A Diamond that you searched all of Africa for to bring home and have it represent your power or so we are told. A Diamond, priceless and strong through the rubble and refuge. Still as bright as the day it lured you in with it’s beautiful glowing hue.
Did they cheer? Are they booing? Be damned if I know. I just know I spoke from the heart and I didn’t see or hear anything after that bird analogy. I completely zone out. With a smile on my face and a fist in the air, I felt like any great athlete in their defining moment. It’s not about them. It was about me and speaking for US. Did I have a bunch of stats, facts, figures, slanders and clap backs? No. I had passion, empathy and self awareness. I just called the Black American “The Human Diamond” in front of a legion of Trump Supporters and Trump. I did that uninterrupted for the entire world to see. I won. Cause the one thing that will throw a self-absorb, misguided, angry audience off, is your own self love. What did you do the last time you seen a diamond shine?