f a criminal catches our eye and makes us lose control it’s very easy to see how we end up in dysfunctional relationships with multiple baby daddies. It doesn’t take much. Be attractive. Be a thug. Have no ambition but I’ll have your babies. ..then I’ll complain about the bum I laid down with knowing you were a bum when I met you.
Good men are an afterthought after we let the bad boys run through us. Give us children. Sit around our house while WE pay the bills. Get disrespected. Then after we have a high body mileage we want the good man. We want him to play Daddy to the children we had with the bad boy or bad boys. The same men we mocked we look for them to marry us.
So we look for the cream of the crop to wife up bottom feeders. And I say bottom feeders because we were fueled by our lower selves.
“One user has set up a Facebook fan page for Meeks, who is being held in the San Joaquin County Jail on $900,000 bail.”
This is what we’re willing to do for a CRIMINAL. ..but let our Baby Daddy be behind on his child support…we’d show him NO mercy.
— with Renée Mills.
Well I learned something new today!
I learned that most black people speak Jive. This coded language that has unified American black people for decades is now called slang. So far Jive remains unrecognized by most as a survival language that is mostly spoken among blacks. The funny thing is Jive is a language that has been passed down from generation to generation despite educational successes within the black community. Yet, society continues to equate this language with ignorance. When in fact Jive is probably the first unity language created in America.
Thou I try to remove the jargon from my vocabulary I must admit it makes me feel whole when I am with other blacks. Honestly, knowing slang/Jive helps me to contact to a group or race of people who are rejected by society. And perhaps that’s why so many young men and women from other races try to learn it.
Maybe the young got it! Maybe they realize Jive is a unity language that connects dislocated people. I’m just sayin’ . . . maybe all young people feel dislocated in some fashion. So to connect they speak slang. Hum . . .
“He escorted his girls and changed their shoes from flats to heels. I think that is significant. That’s a huge step for daughters growing up and who better to head them into that stage of their life other than there dad.” ~Sharon Leonard
The above photo is of my first cousin, Marvin Leonard and his daughter. He is my hero!
When I look at this photo my mind quickly rushes back to happier times. Times when family meant cousins were best friends. Aunts and uncles were concerned with your welfare and grandparents loved you more than your parents.
When I look at this photo I just don’t see a season father, but I’m reminded of his giggles, and laughter and the responses of his tattling. Also, as I looking upon this wonderful photo I’m reminded of the moment I felt family prided as he stood before me in his Army uniform. I saw the boy and man roll into one. It was wonderful to see his stature stating he was ready to defend America and the American people. And, today, as his wife posted nothing but sentiments of love for the man she married, again I found myself filled with family prided.
It’s great to know my cousin got marriage and parenting responsibility right! Love you, Pom!