The Family Bond! Chapter 5…Segment 3.

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

Child Support a black man’s nightmare.  What the fuck is that?  It is the devil and women know it but seriously guys, why do you have to be forced to do what you know you are supposed to do.  No one should be force as a man to take care of his own child/ren.  More importantly mothers should not use child support as a tool to hurt fathers.  Also, name calling doesn’t make it all better either.  Yes, I know she is a bitch and he is a dog, but neither one of you are either.  It is all hurt and frustration from the past, break up and lies from not getting to know one another.  In all fairness ladies, he wasn’t all that when he was giving you his love muscle.  He wasn’t a bad person when he was taking care of you.  Now for you so called men if you don’t want to be on child support then be the same man you were when you were laying pipe and take care of your responsibilities.  You shouldn’t have wanted to hit it and quit it, raw!  You should have used protection to protect your wallet, freedom, and most of all your dick.  Hello, you nor she had any idea what the other had if anything, but hopefully, nothing.    If your motive was to just get the pussy then you should have been the responsible one and protected your life from the drama you are going through now.  If you wanted the woman and the child/ren then do you part and keep that family happy, but if all you wanted was to keep it moving, now you must move that child or those children along with you. 

When you were bumping and grinding you wasn’t being responsible not wearing a jimmy hat.  I know it takes two but that’s more reason why it will take two to raise those children or child.  Don’t punk out now that there is a new life on the way to take care of or already here.  Punk asses!  You are just the bitch who decided not to step the fuck up and be a man and raise your child/ren.  When you don’t it’s like saying kill my bloodline or saying I’m not shit! 

Stop with “society’s” bull shit to force you to pay child support for a life you created.   “Society” say pay and you pay but that’s not supposed to be the reason.  “Society” say don’t pay then they will lock you up and take away a lot of your worldly possessions.  Take note stupid people there was no child support before black were freed.  It is because no one cared if “society” men didn’t care for their children or family.  Now that black is free, they decided we should be forced to pay to do exactly what we should do. 

Please, look at the jail systems all over the United States which is full of predominantly black people and mostly for ridiculous and senseless crimes or misdemeanors.  The prison systems are just as worse.  The federal prison systems are a joke.  They set you all up from the word go and then put you where they think you belong.  Even after all the kicking and screaming you did for help before the system failed you.  No matter how much you beg for help the system finds some way to ignore you until you have fallen prey to their power and they can finance off your down fall.   Which better way to do that then to imprison you and hope that you don’t get rehabilitated so they can have another swing at you, another go-round.  You are a commodity to them and everyone knows you make money off commodities.   Then they offer oh I mean, place you on probation, meaning you still are locked up but without the bars.  They mean they are just waiting for you to do something else so they can give more time on the time that you have left from a sentence you didn’t complete.  In other words, they still control your every movement.  They are still the “slave masters” they have always been just in another form.  Yes, I know that most of your P.O.’s is “black” but the system controls them as well.  See you can be doing good but if they think you are doing wrong, they run down that person’s back to find out what your every move was for the last week or 24 hours.  Why?  Well they don’t trust you nor the probational officer they hired.  They believe that all “black” people are in cahoots together.  So, believe you, me, they are watching them just as close as they are watching you.  What do you think all the cameras in the City is for, to watch you?

This system is designed to keep the black people imprisoned and unaccomplished.  Employers will not hire most people who have been imprisoned even if it was for a misdemeanor.  Let’s explore how “society” even foreigners try their best to bully black but call the police when we fight or strike back the law is always needed.  When we have the strength to stand up for ourselves but never called when we are being stepped on.  Usually, that’s when the “police” are the ones doing the stepping.  Don’t be afraid now that you have started something you cannot handle nor finish.  Stop starting wars you don’t want and making enemies of people you live amongst!  Damn what does it take to keep you off our damn backs! 

Especially, if you’re not sure you can win the war, or handle the consequences.  Most black people know when the battle isn’t theirs. 

Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove

The Family Bond! Chapter 5…Segment 1.

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

Chapter 5.  Reoccurring Cycles and Systems Put into Place to Keep the Family Apart

This isn’t hard for “society” because they aren’t as family oriented as most black families are, so, they designed several systems to keep the average black family apart. 

Child Protective Services Child Support
Jail Prison
Unemployment Abortion Clinics
Social Services Birth Control
Prescription Drugs Illegal Drugs
Government Agencies Taxes
Probation Pegan Holidays

I know you say these systems are for everyone, but understand they weren’t designed until after the freeing of black.  Once black was free, “society” decided as a unity we would be powerful and undefeated.  First, they designed the Constitution of America which isn’t for black people at all because we were slaves during this signing and believe you me, we weren’t in thought.  Secondly, those Amendments didn’t say anything about us specifically.  For us to benefit from them they would have to include us in their little circle and since that isn’t happening, they decided to come up with laws that defines us and prevent us from doing anything that might disrupt their lives.  We once again fell for the okey-doke.  See they can break laws but cannot violate the Constitution or they will be punished to the highest of the law, the Supreme Court.  This is when shit has hit the fan, but you must look at those who sit on the bench to know if there will be justice for you at all. 

Let’s start with CPS “Child Protective Services” as it is named and it’s speak for itself in the name.  As you consider this bull shit of a service there is always a loop hole for “society” but not for the less fortunate.  It was okay for you “society” to beat our children and murder them without cause, but it is wrong for the mother and fathers to discipline them?  Don’t as a parent discipline your child, we as “society” will be the ones to do that by making money off them, by once again selling them to the highest bidder.  How you ask?  They take your children from you to only give them to another family or person that can well let’s say “take care of them”.  Hello, you have a problem with how I raise my child/ren but don’t have a problem with how another person raises them.  How dare you?  The audacity of “society” to decide who shall raise people children, if money is involved, they can care less.  See the “Government” supposedly pay someone else to do exactly what you were already doing but with a price of imprisonment.  If the child misbehaves or gets into trouble, not the person they so thoroughly background checked, but your child goes to jail or is replaced with another child.  That isn’t how it works in the home of the parent so why does it work like that in Foster Care. Why is it a short term stay as well as a definite placement put in place but only a one page reunification contingency for parents. They weren’t never planning on reuniting you with your child/ren in the first place.

Come to find out your child has been placed in the home of a rich predator and the “Government” could care less.  Is there really a background check done on rich people like it is done on the working class?

Sending you all love and kisses. #GoddessLove

A Look Into A Woman’s Existence

Watch her eyes
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“A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman, ” she told him.
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“I don’t understand, ” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”
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Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
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“All women cry for no reason, ” was all his dad could say.
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The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry…
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Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked , “God , why do women cry so easily ?”
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God said
“When I made the woman she had to be special.
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I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
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I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
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I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up , and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
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I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances , even when her child has hurt her very badly.
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I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
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And finally , I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”
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“You see my son , ” said God , “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears , the figure that she carries , or the way she combs her hair.
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The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes , because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”
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Please send this to ten beautiful women you know today. If you do , – You will boost another woman’s self-esteem. I’m also waiting
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Pass it on to men too – perhaps they will then understand “why women cry….
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Dedicated to beautiful ladies.

Understand Me

Understand Me

Goddess Morning Royals

My worth is beyond your measures.
My joy is not measured by your happiness
My beliefs are that of my own & shall be treated as such.
My treasure is worth hunting for but w/guidance & respect for rare jewels.
To take me as a fool or that less than I am will only allow you to fall victim to my venomous prey.
I have a poison within me so destructive it can only be cured by pure love.
The devastation that I can release upon someone is unbearable.
Take heed to my warning for I understand me
The closeness of reality I bring makes you realize I’m not here to fulfill your fantasies only your hopes & dreams.
Only when you grasp the importance of my presence will you understand what life have to offer.
I’m not here as a testimony to your success but as a testament of what God can really do.
If he can make a devastation look so calm before the storm and after show you survival of your own natural disaster.
Then your belief in him should measure pass your materialistic things & rattle your soul.
So as I pass by you or intertwine with you, doesn’t mean you survived or passed his test it just mean you are able to withstand a storm.
Rebuilding without heartache or pain means you pass & survived with faith within your Lord.
Then & only then shall I move on either continuing on with you on your journey or alone As he shall have me do because I understand me & my part here on this planet he has been bee n written for me allow my short well lived life upon.

But my story doesn’t end here for it is just beginning and every year a new chapter has to be read because like it told you my story is written.  Don’t jump ahead to the end for you might miss something thinking you know how the story goes and you don’t.  For this book is full with twists and turns to keep the reader interested in the character herself.

Sending you all Kisses and love.  Enjoy life

Intimate Thoughts Straight From The Heart

Intimate Thoughts Straight From The Heart

Misunderstood Child

People misunderstand that I am a child; a very special child, but a child nevertheless.  Each and every day I try to do my best.  I get out of bed the same way they do, feet first on the floor and into my slippers too.  I do all the things normal people do, but with the help or aide of my sisters and mother true.  It’s not a lot of things I can do by myself, but my mom helps me to pray to God every day for my health.  I might be mischievous sometimes, but tries to be good.  People say, “He is bad,” No I am a child that is misunderstood.

People misunderstand the things I cannot do to be bad.  When they say that, it just makes me mad.  My temper is sometime unexplainable, but deep down inside I am really loveable. They say he is bad as he can be, but they haven’t been through the things I have you see.  I would have been done home, if God hadn’t shined his light on me.  I just tried to live my life, because God allowed me back twice.  But I am still here bad or good.  In my heart, my mind, my body and soul just misunderstood.

Dedication:      September 23, 2002

My son is my world along with his sister. The time we share is priceless.  Sometimes he can be a little difficult to deal with, but he is still my little boy, always and forever.  Love you Ryheem.

 

Confused Wife

 I woke up this morning feeling good about life, because last night I thought I was someone’s wife.

Said Good Morning just can’t remember to whom.

She/he said “I love you, boo.”

Now I do have a lot of friends, three relationships I cannot end.

They keep me happy for different reasons.

One is a man who helps out with life; wouldn’t mine me being his wife.

The second man who is doing all he can, to make me his woman.

The third a woman who holds the cards to my heart.

Who don’t know what to do, or how to be in charge.

I have love for all three, but confused as to who wife I should be – time is invested in all three.

Life is not simple for me.

How do I let go when my heart is into all you see?

This triangle is fucking with me.

Keep them all I say, until they want to pull away.

Confused wife fucked up life.

Devotion:         September 27, 2002

This might seem wrong, but they know about each other and have no one complained to me about it yet.  They do however, have options to get out while the getting is good. I don’t think that either one wants for the other to have me all to themselves.  So, I am in this triangle but don’t want to let go myself.

 

Developed Woman

It took some time to see how much you have grown.  I am really proud that you stand on your own.  Just take a minute and realize who you are and have become a very developed woman.

It has been some years since that day you walked into my life then walked out not once but twice.

I can’t have you do that anymore. I am not trying to even the score.

Especially when I say this; this woman here you are sure to miss.

Take my blessings why don’t you. I guess you thought my heart wasn’t true.

You were sure my heart could only belong to a man, so you took you love and ran.

In life you chose your own path.  You thought life with me wouldn’t last.

A few days, months, years or a life time, you couldn’t hang in there until you were mine, or yet a better part of me.  You are developed woman set free.

Unclaimed as is our relationship isn’t that a shame.  Free to believe, free to do as you please, but just not with me.

My heart hurts, but I cannot show you that, my love for you is trapped.

Black holes keep it in the dark with no walls or exits. All I can do is write this message.

Seal it with a kiss and place it in a bottle sends it with love and wait patiently for a signal from above.  With your eyes opened wide and your soul set free.  Wish that you will see that I am here where you need me to be.

Developed woman, Shay set free.

Dedication:      October 5, 2002

Shay is the woman and love of my life.  You hurt my feelings and broke my heart twice, but I will never allow another to do it again.  Once by a female is enough so you will always be the one who got away with all the love for another woman that I can handle.  Afraid of what people say, she is not the one for me.  She is scared to experience true love but at the same time still not ready for her own life style, how can I expect her to adapt to mine.

 

Shay Love

 The sun, the moon, the earth growing beneath my feet, cannot compete with the love that makes my heart beat.

The water I drink, the thoughts I think, with the eyes that winks and blinks, to the man who takes two looks.

The hollers and whistles she receives, for every moment spent for the time lost, for every second of the day, your spirit and love will carry me all the way.

Will meet you at a place only you and I know, whether it’s up high or down low it doesn’t matter, as long as we are together.

Through the storms and into the fire; Shay love gets me hotter and hotter.

A thick chick, nice breast, thick, thick, thick!

Large hips, sexy lips!

Shay love makes me whipped.  Take in her scent, what a treat?  I am sure this woman, you will love to meet.

Dedication:      October 5, 2002

Shay what will do with you.  This relationship is not working out for me. You being in Louisiana and me here in Maryland, long distance isn’t something that we could have kept with the love we have for one another.  Sorry love, it hurts more when there is no one close to share it with.

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I’m too….

I’m too blessed to be stressed.
I’m too good to be hood.
I’m too nice to be iced so I’ll say it twice, too nice to be iced.
I’m too cute to get the boot.
I’m too hot to be stopped.
I’m too bossed to be lost.
I’m too grown and it’s shown.
I’m too old to be scold, but beauty to bold to hold.
I’m too real you know the deal
I’m too smart for you to wreck my heart or change my thoughts.
I’m too loved from the man above.
I’m too sexy to be messy.
I’m too bad to be sad.
I got life by the hand.
I’m too strong to be wrong.
I’m too in tune with God to get stopped by y’all.
Listen I’m not saying I’m better than you just better than what I use to be.
I  have too much self love to be kicked or shoved.
I’m too black and proud of that.
I’m too up to be down.
Now that’s all I’m going to say about that!
I’m too much of me to allow you to take away from me.

The Wants of Woman

The Wants of Woman

Women want a man that is not afraid to cry.  Women want a man who have no doubts about being a man and can show his boyish ways.  Women want a man to kiss her with passion and know what is going on in his mind.  We want to roll over to breakfast in bed.   We want to roll around on the grass with a man in our arms with smiles and laughter.  We want a man to feel when we are sad, take us in his arms and hold us like everything is going to be alright.  We don’t want to hear it; we just want to be able to feel it.  We want to be laid out on a bed with silk sheets and our man stand there with roses in his hands, telling us that roses aren’t worthy enough to be in our presence, because we are so beautiful and mean it.  We want to feel our man lips softly pressed against our bodies and the heat of his warmth flow through our veins.  We want to be able to be by ourselves and know that our man isn’t somewhere doing something that he have no business doing.  We want to be with our girls and him with his boys and know that we are the only one on his mind.  We want him to know that we are the only woman he will ever need.  We are women listen to our wants we are old enough for our wants not to hurt us, so that’s why we are women who is free.  

Women want a man that will take care of us.  We want him to rub our backs, caress our body, sooth our soul, relax our minds, and make passionate love to us without touching us.  We want him to be able to please us both physically and mentally.  We want the kind of man that is all ours.  We want the kind of man that is real and down to earth.  We want a man to know if we claim that corporate empire that it’s both of ours.  We want a man that is not on a high horse but riding beside us.  We want a man that when our pockets are empty he will fill them.  We want a man that can be our right hand when ours are unable to do.  We want a man that can cook, clean, pay bill, take care of the kids and keep us pleased.  We want a man that can work a 9 to 5 or 10 to 6 and keep home safe, even if he isn’t there.  We want a man that can do all these things and still make us sing, like a bird in love.  We are women hear our wants.  We are old enough for our wants not to hurt us, so that’s why we are women who are free.

We want a man who looks us in the eyes and tells us what’s on his mind without blinking or pausing.  We want a man who wouldn’t lie, because lies led to loneliness.  We want a man that stands tall in any situation and proud of what he is.  We want a man with pride, but isn’t afraid of help.  We want a man who gives us chills when he smiles at us.  We want a man who gives us butterflies in our stomach when he touches us.  We want a man who will push the hair away from our eyes and tell us not to hide our beauty.  We want a man who is there for us when we think that we lost the prettiness in us to tell us that it is gone nowhere and mean it.  We want a man that is handy in all areas of life.  We want a man that we can roll over to in the morning and he calls us his lovely wife.  We want man without a doubt who is always will to work it out.  We are women hear our wants.  We are old enough for your want not to hurt us, so that’s why we are women who are free.