Friday, June 18, 2010

Trust Me..

Trust is all in the mind.
& that first time it’s compromised you make a decision…one time.
It’s simple: to, or not to.
Nothing can make you believe in a person that is just not trustworthy.
But you do, subconsciously.
& when you find yourself placing your trust in someone who can’t be trusted, you lose all rights to complain about why you can’t trust them..
So what if you don’t trust it?
Then the logical part of you say’s: run. get away as fast as you can
But the irrational works like a magnetic force, pulling you closer to the unknown
Dragging you further from clarity
It’s insane.
You trust that if you put your trust in someone, they’ll somehow become trustworthy
But the only fool is you
& saying no one can be trusted is an understatement
Sometimes we can’t even trust ourselves to do the things we’re supposed to do
Instead we make decisions for YOU
Submitting to a world of lies & deceit, only to put the cycle on repeat
Trust is not given it is earned
& the concept of belief has yet to be learned
By me
& My only curse is that I can see right through you
The liars.
The cheaters
They’re pretty much all the same
But I’ve finally realized to them, this is all a game
They’ve won before & would do the unthinkable to win again.
But this time is different, I refuse.
Game’s over…it's simple. you lose.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Diary of a Good Black Woman.

When you’re a good woman, there’s no purpose in running around saying that there are no good men. I’ve learned that if you at least have the potential to offer all the things you expect from a good man & actually realize it, you’ll find one. There is indeed an overpopulation of less than good quality men, but that’s exactly what makes the good guys so much more superior. I appreciate the fact that there is a small number of men who compliment all the qualities of an amazing woman. I respect the chase & quite frankly, I enjoy it….

If a perfect guy just appeared out of thin air, needless to say, I’d probably take him for granted. Most women aren’t fully aware of everything they NEED in their counterpart anyway, so to even make the shallow statement “there are no good men” is hypocrisy all in itself.
The average woman has to make sacrifices & accept certain things in life in order to be satisfied…& this is no exception.
We want to believe that we’ll fall in love with the first guy we ever liked or that our high school sweethearts will propose & confess his undying love, but the truth is, that’s just not the way things work. Those of us who do end up with our ‘first love’ are lucky & it is indeed a beautiful thing, but the real life cycle of unadulterated love takes time. It is a cycle that doesn’t happen overnight. We date, men court us & if we’re lucky we’re allowed the experience of a relationship to take with us on to the next stage…
But every relationship doesn’t lead to marriage or never ending happiness & for a good woman, this is just practice.
The concept is not complex; hard work pays off, & that is the only rule to this love game. Good people need no promotion, we’re made for each other & with time & a little patience we’ll find one another.

Signed,
A Good Woman.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

In a perfect world.

In a perfect world
We could be together
& all of my flaws would cease to be remembered
The idea of you & I just seems so clever
& no one would object

In a perfect world
I’d be a perfect girl
I would want for nothing
Everyone at my beck & call
A Queen should live like royalty
& all those around would shower me with loyalty

In a perfect world
Men would be fathers to babies
& treat women like ladies
It would be all one love
No man ahead. No man above.

Because you see in my perfect world
I could make all the rules
Provide for our youth & build more schools
A modern day Superwoman I’d be
If this were a perfect world…

But most importantly in a perfect world
There’d be no war
& for every disease there’d be at least one cure
Even those who couldn’t afford it, would still be rewarded
No child left behind
but truly this time
our children would be safe
at anytime. Any place.

These are my dreams
Of a perfect existence
In my imagination; my own commitments
If hate didn’t exist & lies became true
If this were your perfect world
What would you do?