call me about this, John Anthony.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Stop Judging People
Stop Judging People. Just Do It. Appreciate people for who they are. Personalities are distinctive. That's what makes you, you and me, me. I just can't be who you want me to be. I have to be me. Do me.
That's when I'm the happiest. Different, eccentric, well okkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. I'm not saying we can't improve personality wise. I'm saying just be you. I'll be me and if you have Sprint and I At&t we can talk anyway. Personalities are cool sometimes, but don't be surprised if you don't get an invitation into my life. Proceed with Caution.
That's when I'm the happiest. Different, eccentric, well okkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. I'm not saying we can't improve personality wise. I'm saying just be you. I'll be me and if you have Sprint and I At&t we can talk anyway. Personalities are cool sometimes, but don't be surprised if you don't get an invitation into my life. Proceed with Caution.
No More Skank Tears
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?Women treat women so bad. They gossip, slander, and wear skank pants to show their assets or their liabilities to their best friend's man. We cause other women pain as though it's a game.
No More Skank Tears, No More Skanks in my face. Believe me when I say, I don't have time for Skanks. They come in different races, sizes, and some are even highly educated.
We just can't take it to the next level with Skanks. Real women please understand. Skanks we don't often identify. They are our friends or people we associate with. They will help us with anything they say. They want to be in our space. Skanks! Be Gone. Control your own goings-on.
Tears only cleanse the soul but to a Skank they just can't flow. Crying doesn't help. Let's get focused and back to business.
No More Skank Tears, No More Skanks in my face. Believe me when I say, I don't have time for Skanks. They come in different races, sizes, and some are even highly educated.
We just can't take it to the next level with Skanks. Real women please understand. Skanks we don't often identify. They are our friends or people we associate with. They will help us with anything they say. They want to be in our space. Skanks! Be Gone. Control your own goings-on.
Tears only cleanse the soul but to a Skank they just can't flow. Crying doesn't help. Let's get focused and back to business.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
If you love yourself, you're in love
"Do you know what love is?" friend girl asked.
My mind tossed like a salad.
"I know what I have felt," I said, "The chemical releases from my mind. I see him. I feel his presence in my soul. More importantly, I say what Tina Turner said: What's love got to do with it? I know what real love is: loving me, myself, I, and Vivian.
My mind tossed like a salad.
"I know what I have felt," I said, "The chemical releases from my mind. I see him. I feel his presence in my soul. More importantly, I say what Tina Turner said: What's love got to do with it? I know what real love is: loving me, myself, I, and Vivian.
Monday, October 19, 2009
When You Hate Yourself No one Can Love You
When you hate yourself no one can love you. When you hate yourself, you drink poison, you eat poison, you talk poison. You are poison. You hurt other people. You will reap. You are no exception. You dig you're own grave. What you plan for others entraps you. You're down. Out of control. You're friends know. But they don't help because they are you. Misery loves misery. They will never help you. They are not your friends.
Friends don't hide crimes. They help you.
When you hate yourself, you don't become what others think of you--that's called blaming others for what you become. When you hate yourself, you become who you are--what you believe you are--what you are not--pain causes you to become.
Friends don't hide crimes. They help you.
When you hate yourself, you don't become what others think of you--that's called blaming others for what you become. When you hate yourself, you become who you are--what you believe you are--what you are not--pain causes you to become.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I Just Can't Save You This Time
There are so many mothers who, for whatever reaso
n only God knows, throw their babies in garbage cans. Those women and young girls I don't understand.
But this evening my heart is heavy. I'm concerned about the mothers who gave their children their life blood, their sweat, and their tears--went without for too many years so their children could have--did have. We thought we were there for them throughout their crucial years. So why are those kids over dosing on poison--no matter what vice it is? Disrespecting their souls. They are cold and just don't know. Evil lurks in dark places and light.
Many tears I cry, but I just can't save you this time.
All mothers make mistakes. My mother did. I did. If I had it to do again, a mother I just couldn't be. It's too painful. Life is hard. We, mothers, do not want our children to get caught up in this wicked world's net. We teach, but in the end, each child's coping skills is embedded within.
I moan. I didn't do everything right. In this I take no delight.
I love you so much. I Just Can't Save You This Time.
Forgive me child, grownfolk, and childgrown.
Many tears I cry, but I just can't save you this time.
n only God knows, throw their babies in garbage cans. Those women and young girls I don't understand.But this evening my heart is heavy. I'm concerned about the mothers who gave their children their life blood, their sweat, and their tears--went without for too many years so their children could have--did have. We thought we were there for them throughout their crucial years. So why are those kids over dosing on poison--no matter what vice it is? Disrespecting their souls. They are cold and just don't know. Evil lurks in dark places and light.
Many tears I cry, but I just can't save you this time.
All mothers make mistakes. My mother did. I did. If I had it to do again, a mother I just couldn't be. It's too painful. Life is hard. We, mothers, do not want our children to get caught up in this wicked world's net. We teach, but in the end, each child's coping skills is embedded within.
I moan. I didn't do everything right. In this I take no delight.
I love you so much. I Just Can't Save You This Time.
Forgive me child, grownfolk, and childgrown.
Many tears I cry, but I just can't save you this time.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Motherless Children
A 30-year-old woman died of breast cancer leaving her three small children behind. Her elderly mother is raising her kids. It's a family affair.
I was asked if I felt sorry for motherless children. I didn't respond. I was asked again.
My mind flashed from scene to scene of the show I stared in.
"Don't you feel sorry for motherless kids?" He waited for my response with misty eyes.
"No," I said, "I'm so happy those children have their family to help them. Their grandmother and their aunts. That's the way it is supposed to be."
"So you don't feel sorry for motherless kids," he asked again.
"No."
His faced confused. Peeping at me, he continued to eat. With misty eyes, he nearly chocked looking at me. So I said,
"My heart goes out to the person who helps the kids. It's not about the kids to me. My heart goes out to the babysitter or caregiver? They are often used then thrown out like an old shoe."
I was asked if I felt sorry for motherless children. I didn't respond. I was asked again.
My mind flashed from scene to scene of the show I stared in.
"Don't you feel sorry for motherless kids?" He waited for my response with misty eyes.
"No," I said, "I'm so happy those children have their family to help them. Their grandmother and their aunts. That's the way it is supposed to be."
"So you don't feel sorry for motherless kids," he asked again.
"No."
His faced confused. Peeping at me, he continued to eat. With misty eyes, he nearly chocked looking at me. So I said,
"My heart goes out to the person who helps the kids. It's not about the kids to me. My heart goes out to the babysitter or caregiver? They are often used then thrown out like an old shoe."
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