The world is so filled with falseness. It's no longer a fashion statement but it has become an addiction; at least for some. No one is happy with who the are. No one is fulfilled within themselves anymore. What makes me even sadder about all this is the ones that are speaking out, are not being listened too. Then the ones who should say something is quiet as field Mice. I know that is one of the reasons I enjoyed writing Worth It.
In Worth It you find a young lady struggling with wanting her mothers love, needing her sisters guidance , and desiring to be loved for who she is. Along with all the drama and crazy shit, that lies within. Shantanique and Rain stayed true to themselves above all else. Their friendship was more of a sistership the anything. Knowing this made it so easy to write their banter. I enjoy their sisterhood and believe that there are other women who know what it's like to have a real friend. That one or two who value you like you value or should do yourself. These are the ones who help you to grow past the weeds so that the rose that you are can shine forth.
That is why I can't take the fake-ness any more. It is getting ridiculous and the last thing anyone needs is someone not uplifting them and not challenging them to love themselves. I SEE you I See Value in you To me you are Worth it. Go on Be awesome Great Stupendous and don't forget to take someone along. These are the things that I wish people would hear instead of the blaring insignificant sounds of destroying words that say. Your are not good enough get bigger breast, you are not talented enough go on steroids. You are not pretty enough get liposuction and butt implants. This needs to stop.
So here are my words to you: Love You Value You find yourself worthwhile and awesome and when all else seems false know that you are Precious to someone because you are Precious to me.
Firework Sex
I mean explosions everywhere
like drip down so vicious
cum raining everywhere
got me so messed up
I'm left speechless in this bitch
was not expecting you to
putting it on me like this
I'm a veteran in this shit
a legend among commons
and you my young stallion
was just fresh out the box
so How did you have me
screaming yelling cussing
and gushing like Niagara Falls
My nutting song echoing
in every space
Age ain't nothing but a number
but boy I had miles on me
you road me like a New Bugatti
when I had 74 Ford stamped on me
you put sleek new curves on me
had me drag racing towards ecstasy
You were Tupac to my Anita Baker
and together We made music
the Jazz beat was my up and down
and the gangsta was your beat it loud
I was like the snare drum and trumpet
steady rhythmic and loud
And were the mixing board and keys
repeat tempo run through switch beat
play back record play back
Our track was nice and long
I loved the sound of our song
but See I have a son who's near your age
and an ex who fills me with rage
but I love how we do
You me, We made New
excited different
colliding
diving
riding
doing
New awesome things
We Made....