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Bagel what are your powers

THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD

you know what, confession. I’ve been down this road and I oftentimes circle back and walk down it voluntarily. worrying about the niggas and not the men. complaining about not getting chose but expecting mofos who don’t know how to choose a proper sock pattern, to make a decision on life. it happens. we keep lumping men and niggas into the same category and it needs to stop. it needs to stop so we can stop getting confused about where to place our energy cause niggas get too much of it and the men continuously miss out. here’s the issue: there’s no proper distinction. that past hurt and pain brought on by the niggas who we keep calling men. they’re not. they’re ignorant assholes who never liked you in the first place. they wasted your time, alluded you with devil dick and made you believe there was something when it was a something full of nothings. that nothingness. this is what niggas do: waste your time confuse the situation confuse you remain unaccountable question your judgment fill you up just to leave you empty make promises they have no intent to keep weave intricate webs of deception show up when your lonely and vulnerable drain you steal from you give you good dick and smile, then disappear in the wind master manipulate and cover it up with what you want—that illusion sounds familiar? here’s what men do: pour into you show you support make you stronger hold you accountable hold themselves accountable nurture you mix the sex with intimacy understand your mind, body, and spirit look to you for holistic nourishment reciprocate what you give recognizes how you love is customized for him responds specifically to your needs creates a home, not a hostel see, the men want you. but you too busy giving these niggas attention that you can’t see that man flagging yo ass down. blinded by the mirage in front you. placing all your bets on shit that ain’t sure. it’s uncertain. you can never win with uncertainty and niggas will always give you uncertainty. that rudimentary shit—basic af. there’s no razzle-dazzle. no, pow-bang-boom-bip. it’s all bleh covered in soggy ass okra with a little bit of seasoning. they tricked you with the cornbread. made you think it was a whole meal when it was really a snack. something to fill you up for the moment until you want more, an entree. niggas ain’t about an entree, only the appetizer. some patron cafe that feels like mexican hot chocolate. warm. invigorating. a boost of energy that’s really coffee, cause you crash so hard when you come up off that high. niggas stay high. not that herbal high that gets you lifted, the crack-fiendish high that keeps you addicted. niggas are addictive. but men cure the addiction. there’s no itch to scratch cause they come in and moisten all your arid parts. layer you in love and lather you in the sweetness of synchronicity. they compliment you. they see you complete and add to your wager. knowing that you and he will always be a sure bet. and that’s a good thing. you right, these niggas don’t want you. but I guarantee the men do. so stop chasing niggas and make yourself available for a man because he’s looking for you. but he can’t find you if you stay lost in these niggas. k? ~Vee

some good advice.