2 bizzy 2 get bizzy. make face time.

a couple of months ago i was sitting on the 3train with no ipod no book setting mysef up for ultimate boredom. so instead of looking ppl directly in their face (which i cant flippin stand) or goin to sleep i decided i was gonna read the advirtisements that are posted all around the train. luckily today i was stuck with the best ads everrr lol the DENTYNE ICE::MAKE FACE TIME i swear i fell in love with these ads because those are the realest words ever. quite simple but ppl make it the hardest task. that day the ads were a bit longer and of course me the fein takes it and writes it in my phone lol so it says::Power down. Log off, unplug. Have mercy on your thumbs. Browse the world wide somethng else. Send some not so instant messages. Undo, hit cancel, be together. Make face time. !!!LOVEEEE IT!!! everytime i see these ads they make me sad because all i want is face time. stop fuckin calling me. come talk to me. stop fuckin textin me. come talk to me. stop fuckin i m'n me. come talk to me. MAKE FACE TIME. iv'e gotten to the point where i just get so tired of texting like wtf call me if you wanna say something. but these days ppl are too buisy to pick up a phone and dial out so what makes me think they can make face time. its gotten to the point that arguments cant even be face to face. have mercy on your fuckin thumbs wtf stop textin everything and say it. ive gotten so fed up with this technology shit. i find myself signing off aim and powering down my phone just to get a piece of mind. this shit is wack. i guess thats how dentyne ice felt. they cant even sell gum. who needs fresh breath via text message. GO BUY SOME FUCKIN GUM THEN KISS WHOEVER YOUR TEXTIN THAT KISSEY FACE TO.

fuck myspace cuz i need my space and tell face book i want my face back

Jamican Love

one of the hardest things ive done was ask my mother who my father was. tired of the bullshit lie i grew up on "your daddy's dead" a tragedy easily used to shut a young girl up. when i was 11 i asked my mom what the real deal was no lies. i wanted to know who and where i came from. She hit me with the okie doke your daddy's dead then with the you and your brother have the same father. oh how the lies never end. it made me angry because it took me 11 years to find the strength to finally ask this bitch this question. && im getting the same lies everyone else was hitting me with.i didnt give up because ive come to far. so i pressed and i pressed not knowing when she would be back again. not wanting to lose this opportunity. knowing that if i didnt get answers now i wouldnt have the strength to ask again. then she tells me your dads jamaican and his name is love. never revealing anything else no matter how much i pressed on. but i took it and i ran with it. it was better then your daddy's dead. love what kinda name is love? o well thats my daddys name. and i finally got a nationality. im not just black anymore, im jamaican. so i ran with it until i found out it was all a lie. just like all the other stories. there was no jamaican love. and she never apologized for lying. and i never forgave her. and i never asked another question. id rather know nothing then to be played like that again. now im 20 pushing 21 wishing i knew something but never finding the strength i found ten years ago. afraid to get another jamaican love.

new sex

&& when im bent over
im not afraid to look back
because he's not afraid to look forward
as my eyes watch him as he watches all of me
i find myself biting my lip as i back that ass up
no longer staying motionless, or listening to orders
no longer crying silent tears wondering when it will all be over
but moaning and moving and enjoying and loving not hating
not wondering but hoping that this will never end
now im getting flipped over and im caught by surprise
oh shit this guys not afraid to look me dead in my eyes

. . .

your circumstances do not make you who you are...
MARY.j.BLIGE

hidden...

im not conceited
neither am i confident
im more or so intrigued with myself
i look in the mirror millions of times a day
not looking at the beauty
but marveled that this body can hide so much
i look at mysef and
i search for the hurt, confusion, disdain
and all i see is the eyes nose and mouth
i see the beauty
but wheres the pain?

i hate porn. why you ask

PORNOGRAPHY IS WACK!!!
WITH A BUNCH OF WACK NIGGAS && EVEN WACKER BITCHES

i feel that sex is art.
and that the people getting paid for it are'nt even artist.
theres no passion just smack smack smack smack

its always the same ole shit, never see shit like this...
*black man fucks white girl in the ass with a pogo stick
*alien from mars eats alien from pluto's whatever a pussy is called in plutonian
*asian girls suck on eachother...oh look at 2 chicks...oh shit there simese twins
*midget fucks a 3,000 lb rhinosourous
nope never see shit like that closest thing you see is a girl fucking a horse, could you blame her? did you see the horse(joking) but thats not ponography thas just a woman fed up...

its like a zane book
same ole story DAMN CAN I GET A STORY LINE?!?!?
and im not talking about a cop pulling over a slut for speeding. she was'nt even driving.wtf. was there even a car? (how do you say cheesey)
can we get some history or something.

PORN IS WACK!!!
FULL OF WACK NIGGAS && WACK BITCHES
WITH WEAK ASS STORY LINES.

&& i know im not the only one that thinks that.
if it was'nt the truth Kim Kardashian would'nt be such a big hit.
people wanna see some real shit.

not that bullshitass cant fuck better than me needing a director to call ACTION kinda shit.

&& thats why i hate porn

do you blame me?

or maybe i feel like this b/c of personal reasons

shrugging my shoulders

but i still hate it!

maybe im just a hater

shrugging my shoulders with one finger up!!!