Why does ignorance breed ignorance and are there only a few that wake up and see the light/truth?
And those that see the light, why are there even less that go back and help others open their eyes too?
You've lived in the ghetto, you were raised by your grandma all your brothers and sisters have different fathers, you've live poor been on government assistance yet have very expensive items, i.e, cars/rims/jewelry/shoes/jeans/phones, continue thought later
Liquor stores everywhere, not a health store in sight, who's obligated to set it right?
Options. It is easier to feed on cheap & fattening food. But why is there a price limit to your health but no limit to your shoes?
I'm not disrespecting people that live in the ghetto, I'm concerned. I lived in our city's "ghetto" which is not a ghetto compare to larger cities. I'm in love with a man from the ghetto, and if I'm in love with him, then I gotta have love for his family. And his family is VERY Ghetto-Fab.
They are smart people that would be FORCE if they opened their eyes to the bigger picture.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Today, I realized that I cannot have sex with a man and not start to like him. This dawned on me at work on state time. Being that it's very easy to think about life and type memos.
The little rendezvous I had with Matt this past weekend, hit me hard this time because I realized that I fucken like the man. Damnit! This was our, I think, fourth time sleeping with each other. This sounds like we’re dating but we’re not, because normal dating involves movies, meals, and manners. We don’t do any of that. Instead we talk about seeing movies, only drink alcohol together and he has no objections to burp while on the phone with me.
I’m sitting here cursing my-self not only for liking this gem because I so thought I was capable of doing this whole causal sex thing. It's not for me. In a short amount of time, my- can he turn into someone serious- hat comes on and I end up liking the unworthy bastard.
He’s just so freaken adorable to me.
When I first met him I thought I caught me a “white-boy”. He’s somewhat tall, closely shaved light brown hair with sun-burnt reddish skin accompanied with big brown eyes. Later I found out he was half-Mexican. Bonus. Being a mix of Mexican-American, Spanish and Native American, I am automatically labled, 'ethnic', and meeting a cute white boy who is also 'ethnic' is great!
The little rendezvous I had with Matt this past weekend, hit me hard this time because I realized that I fucken like the man. Damnit! This was our, I think, fourth time sleeping with each other. This sounds like we’re dating but we’re not, because normal dating involves movies, meals, and manners. We don’t do any of that. Instead we talk about seeing movies, only drink alcohol together and he has no objections to burp while on the phone with me.
I’m sitting here cursing my-self not only for liking this gem because I so thought I was capable of doing this whole causal sex thing. It's not for me. In a short amount of time, my- can he turn into someone serious- hat comes on and I end up liking the unworthy bastard.
He’s just so freaken adorable to me.
When I first met him I thought I caught me a “white-boy”. He’s somewhat tall, closely shaved light brown hair with sun-burnt reddish skin accompanied with big brown eyes. Later I found out he was half-Mexican. Bonus. Being a mix of Mexican-American, Spanish and Native American, I am automatically labled, 'ethnic', and meeting a cute white boy who is also 'ethnic' is great!
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