Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Hurricane Ike Volunteering
This is not a poem,song or observation. Just what had happened today. So I go out to do some volunteering for Hurricane Ike relief, and it's all cool, you know giving back to the community. But the people who were running it were hella-rude, and a lot of the people were trying to get over on the system. I mean, damn, there are more than just one family in the city of houston who needed,ice,water,and food. Those two things pissed me off. Im not going to sit up here and lie and say that it was the best experience or feeling, but it was cool to perform a selfless act for once....
Nice Guys Finish Last...but the Good Boy has Gone Bad
They say that we are a dying breed, and to tell you the truth,we are.
You may see us, helping others and befriending the lonely, but this is no longer the norm.
Society has got us bent on thinking that the typical (African American) Male, is a thug, a player of some sorts and that's what the females flock to.
What about us? When is it our time to shine? I approach you with respect and class only to be shot down?
I talk to you like my mother had raised me to approach and talk to females and I get shot down?
I refuse to sleep with you because I barely know you, and all of a sudden, I must have something or im too small to function???
Instead of laying on your couch and playing Playstation, I want to take you out for a night of culture and fun, but in no way you enjoy what I do?
I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what's wrong with me?
I disect myself and try to fit into a mold that I clearly can not fill.
I'm now alone, just me and God and I'm evaluating my life thus far...I try to stay on the straight and narrow, but I'm constantly getting detoured.
Listening to others and taking misleading advice.
I now have no respect for women.
I have no respect for my fellow brother.
I have no respect for myself.
I find other ways to make myself,like me.
I find ways to make me feel good.
I am no longer the good boy you once knew, and could rely on and relate to....
I am now the Good Boy Gone Bad...And I don't know when Im turning back.........
You may see us, helping others and befriending the lonely, but this is no longer the norm.
Society has got us bent on thinking that the typical (African American) Male, is a thug, a player of some sorts and that's what the females flock to.
What about us? When is it our time to shine? I approach you with respect and class only to be shot down?
I talk to you like my mother had raised me to approach and talk to females and I get shot down?
I refuse to sleep with you because I barely know you, and all of a sudden, I must have something or im too small to function???
Instead of laying on your couch and playing Playstation, I want to take you out for a night of culture and fun, but in no way you enjoy what I do?
I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what's wrong with me?
I disect myself and try to fit into a mold that I clearly can not fill.
I'm now alone, just me and God and I'm evaluating my life thus far...I try to stay on the straight and narrow, but I'm constantly getting detoured.
Listening to others and taking misleading advice.
I now have no respect for women.
I have no respect for my fellow brother.
I have no respect for myself.
I find other ways to make myself,like me.
I find ways to make me feel good.
I am no longer the good boy you once knew, and could rely on and relate to....
I am now the Good Boy Gone Bad...And I don't know when Im turning back.........
The Difference between The Real and The Fake
This is just my observation, but in this day and time it seems as if
the fake is all of a sudden becoming real.
I will keep this short, but you can not call other people out on their shit, when clearly you have things to hide yourself...be real.
You cant say things behind others back and feel that you are real, but get mad when word gets back around...be real...say it to their face.
You cant be real if you regret what you said, because a real male or female will stand by their word if they are in the right...be real.
You cant say one thing, but mean another...be real.
So in the end, please examin yourelf in your every day actions, because at the end of the day, can you honestly distinguish yourself between the Real and the Fake???
the fake is all of a sudden becoming real.
I will keep this short, but you can not call other people out on their shit, when clearly you have things to hide yourself...be real.
You cant say things behind others back and feel that you are real, but get mad when word gets back around...be real...say it to their face.
You cant be real if you regret what you said, because a real male or female will stand by their word if they are in the right...be real.
You cant say one thing, but mean another...be real.
So in the end, please examin yourelf in your every day actions, because at the end of the day, can you honestly distinguish yourself between the Real and the Fake???
The Seperation between Men and Boys
My short time I have been here on this planet, I have witnessed many things.
I may not be the toughest or the hardest acting, but I am a man no doubt.
Many males believe that having more than one woman or being the most promiscuous of your friends make you a man, but I'm sorry my friend, that does not.
Not having a male figure there, I had to learn what a real man is. A real man shows class and pride within himself. A real man, will admit when he is wrong...
A real man doesn't have a problem expressing his feelings and emotions, because it is God's design for us to do so.
A real man can aknowledge when he needs help and a real man is never boastful. He is quick to help his fellow man, and reluctant to put another down.
So the next time Male and Female think that a real man is someone who is popular,has a nice job, lots of money, and gets his way... remember a real man has substance because a boy can clearly have all of this...living a grown man's life, but has the role of young boy.
I may not be the toughest or the hardest acting, but I am a man no doubt.
Many males believe that having more than one woman or being the most promiscuous of your friends make you a man, but I'm sorry my friend, that does not.
Not having a male figure there, I had to learn what a real man is. A real man shows class and pride within himself. A real man, will admit when he is wrong...
A real man doesn't have a problem expressing his feelings and emotions, because it is God's design for us to do so.
A real man can aknowledge when he needs help and a real man is never boastful. He is quick to help his fellow man, and reluctant to put another down.
So the next time Male and Female think that a real man is someone who is popular,has a nice job, lots of money, and gets his way... remember a real man has substance because a boy can clearly have all of this...living a grown man's life, but has the role of young boy.
The Way You Make Me Feel
Words can not describe how you make me feel,
The way you whisper in my ear, intreging me to deeper depths.
Your words can make me feel one way,and in an instant feel another,
You massage my mind and leak into my soul,giving me a spiritual orgasm,
You have no bounderies, no inhabitions, and some of our best moments are in public.
I need you more than I ever have, I am now a fiend, and only you can bring meaning to my life.
If and when I lose all contact, I know you will always be there, here with me, because we are one,
But I share you with the world...who are you???
YOU ARE MUSIC!!!!
The way you whisper in my ear, intreging me to deeper depths.
Your words can make me feel one way,and in an instant feel another,
You massage my mind and leak into my soul,giving me a spiritual orgasm,
You have no bounderies, no inhabitions, and some of our best moments are in public.
I need you more than I ever have, I am now a fiend, and only you can bring meaning to my life.
If and when I lose all contact, I know you will always be there, here with me, because we are one,
But I share you with the world...who are you???
YOU ARE MUSIC!!!!
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