I Like To keep It Unpredictable!!!

“What happened to the good old days? When a man actually flirted with ya and asked you out for a real date you know? Where they hiding?”

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Classic Men

Ayo & Bruce

A blessing is

A smile

Sinking its sails

Inside

What do you call a man Who is more brilliant than you could ever imagine… more charming than you could ever afford… more handsome than–“TV” handsome… Yet, does not know how to treat a woman?

You don’t. You do not call him.

Do write a poem or essay or song about him. Do talk to your friends about him Do sit in your home, or on the train, or on the toilet and wonder How such a universe exists without light. How such a sound can be so silent. How such an intelligent man can lack one of the most definitive traits of intelligence that matters.

It don’t make sense if he don’t respect you.

Laugh at how “don’t make sense” it is. Remind yourself how much you avoid “don’t make sense” things Now that you are too damn grown and high chinned to crawl back into these sewage type love games you used to play when you were 19 and love just meant making out on a couch somewhere Now that you are finally pieced together into something whole enough to know what is not whole - you ain’t got time for what don’t make sense. So do nothing more. Do not give him your voice. Do not lend him your smile. Do not afford him your woman-ness -

You leave that pretty and smart and idiot man to fumble through his own misshapened idea of you.

Leave him to wonder why his charms could not work this time.

And maybe in the absence of your radiance…your sunlight… his black galaxy heart will realize how wondrously ridiculous it was for him to think that he could ever make sense without you.

My People

The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people.

The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people.

Beautiful, also, is the sun. Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.