Extreme Measures

When he wants to, he will. A statement that forever rings true. A man will show you in real time what he needs and wants from you. As a woman myself, I know we get twisted. But a man putting you in a pretzel, and giving you one IS a big difference.

I’ve lived a lot of life in a short time with an imbalance of trauma and happy bliss. No nigha can really fake the funk with me bc I quickly see what is evident. Sometimes I pay to play , sometimes I get low quick. Really all depends on my mood or if I want it to be legit.

I don’t fight for anything, I just demand my respect. Bc from day one I give it to everyone until they misstep. Hella ppl still upset at me and hold a decade(s) long grudge. It’s really no animosity for me; these ppl fight themselves 🤷🏽‍♀️

Being strict about your boundaries ain’t for the week, it’s a lifelong commitment. I’ll never apologize for what had to be done just bc you can’t stomach it. Sometimes I might take it too far, but I’ll never take it back. Firm believer in divinity; it was just destined to happen like that.

A lot of people get it misconstrued thinking abuse is really love. When really it ain’t nothing but that admiration for control. I’m tired of seeing these women not live up to their worth. Or is it really most have no values any more and nighas was just uncovering our dirt?

We are def in the climate of where everyone hates everybody. I’m just over here being a lover girl really not wanting to hurt nobody. Over the years for sure, I lost my hope in a hu- man. But still that doesn’t make me feel like all men.

I keep the hope alive and I also keep it pushing. In the meantime I don’t emasculate, demonize or weaponize. I love a black man, whether he ain’t shit or don’t got shit. All our men are gods they just don’t all embody it. I innerstand their existence and I souly get their plight. Just not here for the excuses and nonsense that dims my light.

Society tore us apart then ripped us diagonally. Community been shit for eras, and the black woman still in agony. While I pray we fix this shit, we gonna need more than a day at a time. I will say this tho… all this shit we go through really be in our mind.

They keep us doped up, sexed up, preserved and confused. We all walking around with some PTSD just from the news. But I opened this up with “when he wants to he will” bc I know the God I believe in keeps us all fulfilled.

The collective has faith in man, I have confidence in myself. The light I shine everyday only attracts richness. Y’all measures of wealth be tangible, while I want lavish. I strive to be whole in soul and not just in my pocket. Because when we die we decompose and where we go…nobody got shit.

The concept of we need each other is always for true. But what I need and what she need, don’t mean we both need you. I can love from a distance, it’s how many in the world? I love us all. But the nighas I choose to roll with are the ones who will always stand tall.

You can be sensual to me visually, but are you sensual to my nervous system? You can caress me gently, but can you keep me safe? Y’all really be tryna stuff big shoes with some socks and then get mad when I reveal you fake.

I’ve had BDE, Mr. Spend it All. Johnny Good Looking and even Señor Small. Idc about none of that if you can’t place me on a pedestal. I need my man to look at me and know no other can even register.

We know pussy everywhere. I’ve had pussy, she’s got a pussy, even the nigha who used to be a real nigha got a pussy too. But fukkin with me you get more than that which is why I can’t let everybody touch me. Y’all swear y’all so exclusive, but bust it open and extort ppl to be inclusive 🥴

Most of the time you broads don’t like me just bc you don’t want to get it and ppl give up and drag you. Y’all love to claim I look a little funny and Yeah I probably do to a small few…but it still doesn’t solve why your nigha really love me and only got love for you 🥺

I’m a minimalist with big ambition and small town ways. I hate to do the most and I don’t boast, and only with certain people I share the toast(s).

Long story short, I got a lot of layers. Anyone in my aura can truly stamp that I keep it player. I stay out the way and in an element that nobody ever wants to leave. Ppl be straying, but they always come back bc they begin to see what I believe. I’m not saying I’m always right, but I ain’t never been the wrong choice.

Fact on Fendi, ask around, it’s always them, ain’t never me. When I fukk up, I own up and take accountability. Through all my hell, all the abuse I still stayed foot flat. The people know once I love you, don’t nothing compare to that.

Time ain’t a concept, socialism is. Life may be short, money may not be long, may have took some wrong turns, may have missed the mark.

I always end up where I should be tho. Not worried about nobody’s measures bc only God runs me. I stay prayed up, fed up and put up. Head high around the naysayers; head low around the chaos.

I’m a choosy chick, who loves choosy ppl who choose me. Idc if we the same or not bc I already AM while you still tryna BE. Idc about the in crowd or if you don’t like me. Idc to sip the tea about others who don’t bother me. Tbh idc about you fr if you’re not in my cipher—I’m an empath I be having other shit going on beyond we. What I’m really saying is, this shit not personal and it’s beyond “me”.

Just be you. That’s the mantra of my whole life. I keep it that simple. People living for drama, spending inner(G) dissecting peoples individual propaganda, click bait and lies. I’m a known storyteller; you can never pick apart my life.

Anything I do, I stand on. What’s to lie for? 5% of you will understand me, 5% of you gate-keep and the other 90 just done for. I speak when I speak, but ja girl always listening. Eyes and ears open in a world of just pretending.