The Family Bond! Chapter 6…Segment 4.

Goddess morning Royals. First, give praise and worship to the all High.

Sophistication

So, you think you are sophisticated?  Your attitude can not be debated.

Your walk, speaks in volumes!  Your actions are something like Malcom.

Only time will tell!  This type of sophistication I know, oh so well.

Your talk is that of business.  Your movement is that to be witnessed.

Your nose up in the air, not a snob but then again, who cares.

Your sophistication is real.  So real other can deal.

You don’t dress to impress but you do your best.

You wear it so well, that your sophistication sells.

But it’s not on the market for sale to be sold, your sophistication story untold. 

Now that you are so high up, your soul they wish you will depart.

But you are not on their level, so to deal with them your surface.

Always a face-to-face, Goddess of sophistication take your place. 

Claim your throne, own your home, and continue to be the Goddess who is grown.

No one can stop you, no one can be you, for you are a sophisticated you, through and through.

You bleed honesty, you love directly, you talk properly, you hug gently, you show sophistication is you and this is true.

What the fuck have we become black people.  I would say excuse my language but it seems to be the only way to get through to some of you.  We have become the same savage’s “society” believed us to be.  We are the people “society” said we would be low selfish bottom feeders.  All they had to do is trick our minds and we fell for the bull shit.  But then we say, “oh that’s not me,” but in retrospect it is exactly you.  Well most of you!

We claim we won’t do this, we won’t do that, I don’t this or that, but turn right around and to find out you just did it, and still doing it, plus continue to do it, I know I am a product of this very act.  Here’s the catcher though; do you know you are doing it, and stop, or do someone have to call you out on your shit? 

On the real, sometimes I must be forced to see it, so yes someone calls me out on my shit.  Do I try to fight it, sometimes but then I realize I was wrong?  Other time I just apologize without delay because I was caught.  No need to further deny or perpetrate the fraud, I’ve been called out!  I’ve been corrected so many times in my life but I ahead to the correction.  Now I catch myself before I play myself. 

In other words, I do something about it, but most of all I wouldn’t be a woman, if I didn’t admit to the wrong and take the blame.  This is a statement and a confession of my mistakes, but you all will not admit or confess your sins.  All you want to do is point the finger.  Well if there is a mirror around stand in front of it and then point the finger.  Now you know exactly who to blame, Yourself! I’m calling you all out on your bull shit because some of you think your shit doesn’t stink, but it does, it really does.  It smells before you even start it, so please check yourself before you talk about others bull shit.  Your shit is so horrible it smells like a rotting corpse on the hottest day of the summer.  Smell your shit and stop smelling others.  You nor I are perfect but we could do so much better than what we have and are doing right now.

Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove

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