Which are you?

Real girls are independent, loving, and affectionate

We don’t need a man for financial security

We have dreams and adventures planned

Rally car racing in East Africa

Eating in Rome and shopping in Dubai

Walking the great wall of China

Laying on the beach in Goa

 

Fake girls are hoes

Hoes use sex to get something in return

They will try to steal your man

Deceptive, manipulating snakes

They are worse than any man

 

Real girls are bad assess

We work out regularly and eat healthy

Give their man the best sex of his life

And make all his fantasies come true

 

Real girls have confidence

And are what they want to be

Not afraid to fall in love passionately

But not controlled by emotional dependence.

Fake girls value things over people

Weak-minded, shallow judgments

Men often don’t see them coming.

And they can’t be trusted.

 

Real girls know how to treat a man

But not get walked all over.

We don’t need to dominate our man

But are always in control.

 

Real girls can accomplish anything through

Determination and hard work

Real girls rule in male dominated industries

Danika Patrick, Nicki Minaj, Iggy Azelia, MIA

Hilary Clinton, Eleanor Roosevelt,

Madeline Albright, Sheikha Mozah

Malala Yousafzai and Mother Theresa paved the way.

 

Which girl are you?

 

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Someone Who Loves You Less Than Me

It’s funny how we can only understand each other in poem form

I have never experienced such an intense romance before

I’m so deeply in love with you

This drunkin love spell even has me wearing perfume

 

I had a dream of us growing old together

And waking up every day next to each other

The beautiful kids we could have

And all the joy and fun filled years to be had

But this is a fantasy

And I must accept reality

 

My passion is unmeasurable and dedication limitless

But I reflect on my current situation

And wonder how it came to this

I would do anything for you

Yet I’m a foolimages

You ask me to compromise my dignity, values, and who I am

I would never touch or kiss another man

You say you need to do that for your career

And flirt with the girls to make them fans

 

Even though you don’t believe in soul mates forever

It’s hard to imagine that our souls aren’t meant to be together

I should have questioned you more from the start

I should have thought twice before opening my heart

Unless you are willing to compromise your art

You will continue to stab me in the heart

 

You’re my best friend

And I don’t want this to end

 

It’s as though the universe has played a cruel trick on me

But I need to fulfil my destiny of who I’m meant to be

You need someone who loves you less than me

Who will let you be free

I guess we aren’t meant to be.

 

*picture taken from chedonline.com

I’m Real

When you were discovering San Diego in 98
I was falling in love with Prague.
I ran across the Charles Bridge wearing a white dress in the rain and fog.
While you were on those steps at State
I was having intellectual debates
With young bright minds from all over the place.

I have lived in six countries and visited 18 others.
In Uganda I discovered my band of brothers.
It was a time of 3rd world harshness and great joys
And I got a clearer understanding of men vs. boys.
I don’t want to be with someone that glorifies strippers and hoes.
Like Nicki Minaj says, I look like yes and you look like no.

Yeah I got it
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You think you’re so cool
But compared to me you’re a fool.
Your brilliance can’t compare.
We aren’t really an ideal pair.

The love spell wore off and your true self is revealed
And I realize you’re not on my level of appeal.
Chillin in the slums of Mexico City, Kampala, Bombay and Nairobi
Sometimes I wonder if you even know me.
I have smoked shisha with bedouins in the Sinai and Abu Dhabi.

I have almost lost my life
But I have also given life.
Watched the sunset on a beach in Mombasa and Goa.
Got heart-broken in Rome but partied away my sadness in Barcelona.
Picture being approached by a group of men each with a panga.
Then imagine the tremendous poverty in Kibera and Katanga.
I’m rich in experience and crave adventure.
Which is why I’m 10 times better than her.
Like Nicki if you ask me to take a break
I’ll give it all away
Don’t care what the people say
A million billion trillion miles away.

I’m highly educated in school and life.
I will also be a good wife.
I have been taught the most important lessons of life
from an African mama that always knew what was right.
She said treat your man like a king
If you want to be a queen
And don’t ever let people see you be mean.
I have done more in my life than you can even dream.

I will lift you up when you are down and put out your fires.
Make sweet love to you and give you everything you desire.
I can make you the happiest man alive
And I will thrive.
I may love you and share my soul with you
But don’t forget the one thing you cannot refuse –
I’m on another level and this poem is for you.
Bye

Picture taken from www.wallpaperfo.com_88

For Someone Special

 

I feel so deeply in love with you

I wonder if I know who you are

or does my emotion make it so I have blinders on

 

We grew up worlds apart

yet I felt close to you from the start

I seem to want to sleep with you even when you piss me off

I always just want to take your clothes off

 

You are a shining star

especially when you smile

I hope you get to know the real me

although it may take a while

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I hope all your dreams come true

and your failures are few

I feel blessed to have known you

and I adore you too

 

I hope you feel my passion and love

and you are comforted by knowing your mom is watching from above

I hope our connection will grow

and you can feel my positive energy flow

The Proof is in the Feet

“Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin ’round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don’t cram yo’ shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo’ big-ass feet” – Missy Elliott


This great quote by Missy Elliott in her song Joy sums up the point of this article. Women are oppressed in so many subtle ways in our society that we don’t even notice.  The burden of oppression can even be seen in our feet. Look at the images below.  One is of a Chinese bound foot and the other is of a ballerina.  They are not easy to look at and its hard to believe someone would do that to their body.

If you google ballerina feet, you will find even grosser pictures. Gender roles creep up on us when we’re young. I remember being in elementary school and feeling  like I wanted to be a beautiful elegant ballerina. My best friend was the top of her ballet class and she encouraged me to try it but then I saw her feet. While dealing with growing pains, her feet were horribly abused by the wooden tipped shoes that ballerinas are forced to endure. Thank goodness I had the sense to settle for jazz dance instead. Why has this archaic dance not evolved? Male ballet dancers don’t need to wear these shoes. Ballet is a beautiful dance form until the ballerinas go en pointe. This is supposed to make them look weightless and graceful but I think they look more like timid birds helplessly fluttering over the floor. Can’t we have strong graceful ballerinas without deformed feet?

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Shame on Vanity Fair

Shame on Vanity Fair for their publication of Dubai on Empty.  Having lived in the UAE, I find the article to be offensive and untrue.  It presents one negative stereotype after another and its clear the author fails to possess any understanding of Emirati culture.  Just because the author doesn’t get Emirati culture, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist.  The article does state some facts about Dubai, like the roads changing frequently, etc., but his broad judgments about Emirati culture are disturbing.  I wonder if he did his research surveying drunken expats in a bar that don’t even know any Emiratis.  The most disheartening fact is that there is great prejudice against Muslims and Arabs in the western world and an article like this is likely to perpetuate such hatred.  Would Vanity Fair publish an article re-enforcing negative African American stereotypes?  I would imagine that an article inferring that African Americans are lazy criminals wouldn’t be approved by Vanity Fair’s editors but somehow it’s ok to criticize Arabs. Here are some points in the article that I find to be unjustly biased:

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The Anti-Mother

There are two types of women – ones that are meant to have children (Natural Mothers) and those that aren’t (Anti-Mothers).  The percentage break down is unclear but it seems that it would be a worthwhile study.  There are those women who have always wanted children their entire lives, they can visualize having them and then they have simple natural births, like they were created to make babies.  Then there are those woman who may or may not have children, but they never envisioned having children nor considered it a significant aspect of their existence.  A more obvious sign is that their body rejects the concept of giving birth entirely. 

I’m an Anti-Mother.  All babies are blessings but sometimes they are surprises.  I wonder what percentage of children are surprises?  I presume a large number.  In such cases, the first few months are filled with utter shock.  Not dread or horror so much but more of a disbelief on how one is going to manage staying sober for 9 months straight and give birth to something much larger than then the hole it comes from.  Some women say they love being pregnant and those women deserve to be punched in the face.  Creating a baby is a magical process but for some women, it is the worst time of their lives.  Between the sickness and hormonal changes, one can only think of surviving day-to-day knowing that the torture will end although the worst has yet to come.  Read More