Love…love
Love: you can not give me what you think I need. In doing so, you force me to get it myself at a price far more risky than the price I would’ve paid; had you given in for sake of love to begin with.
Independent Woman
Adam…yes he made a mistake and so did Eve. So this curse is her desire against man to challenge any rule of submission. Yes I can accept a woman’s Independence Yes I believe two heads are better than 1 Yes I believe in the strength of a woman The question is…will she believe in me?
Will she believe in my education during our ups and downs?
Will she trust in my struggle and unyielding testimony to my present?
Will she love me unconditionally? Will she be absent of any/all arguments to remain passive to avoid having a fruitful dialogue?
Will she deny me my birth role to satisfy her Independence? Can there be such a thing called ‘interdependence’? Should I have a tail between my legs because of your independence? Or does your dog have more dignity and respect than I?
What do you want from me oh independent one?
Should I jump up and down at the chance to see you…because you’ve worked a long day, when we both worked and/or had strenuous moments to avail?
What is your desire oh independent one? Shall we tangle wits and challenge each other because you find fault in me? Did you not just fulfill your sinful desire to resent me oh wife of mine?
Oh independent woman, do you not know the virtuous one, who had her husband want for nothing? Oh what a King was he…her husband! Did this King have his tail between his legs because of his woman? Or was her nature independent of her King?
Oh independent woman I will learn of a victory dance, when your inner beauty overshadows your outward appearance. And even though outwardly, you are modest in your apparel, your insides are even less appealing.
I am a Man, born of God; with a woman to suit me. I need not a meme or post to challenge what I ALREADY am. I just desire what was taken out of me. For my rib is well versed in my being, because it is from me.
Oh independent woman, how can you stay away, when you were not meant to be an island to yourself? Oh independent woman… when you were created for ME?
So independent…a child of God; woman…oh woman, a beautiful sight to see.
Don’t Drop The Soap… If You Do, Don’t Pick It Up!
Every man is not all “physical”; as every woman is not all “emotional”. I consider myself a very dear, compassionate, sensitive (yet strong), and independent man. Anytime I’ve cheated on a woman (and this is not to say that I speak for all men!) it was for a lack of communication, and other factors, but hardly just “physical”.
It is the kind of communication that makes you feel like you have to put your tail between your legs, and because of this lowly feeling you want to do something about it to regain what you’ve lost during that moment.
It is the kind of communication where you don’t know why you’re together after having heard the worst thing out of her since you’ve been together, and now you’re just taking up space with each other (living together).
The second reason was “Money”… SOME women associate security with a man who has money. I’m a man regardless of how much and even IF I make money. Money never makes a man; but it has been THE DOWNFALL of many relationships. You can’t seem to lead a household without money nowadays. Some women are just not having it; and if you have children, they may suffer due to misrepresentation. Sometimes, you lack the respect as a result of not having enough money.
Sometimes, even if you’re well endowed with the ability to support yourself; you still may have a woman who doesn’t know how to place faith in their own man due to lack of interdependence (no reliance on each other), which is the last reason why I use to go searching. Now…, I can’t say that I’ve never cheated because of my hormones… but “COME ON SON”… THAT HASN’T BEEN SINCE I WAS IN MY TEENS TO EARLY ADULTHOOD YEARS.
“When I was a child, I thought as a child…when I became a man, I put away childish things” ICor 13:11
Therefore now as a man, I am more spiritual than I am emotionally, and more emotional (mental) than physical! Cheating, in my mind, is never in the act, it is in the heart. So even if a woman that I love tells me to go ahead and cheat…I can’t do it; because I’m emotionally connected to my woman. And if a man does cheat on a woman, despite the connection to her; it is either over-powering lustful, a call for help emotionally, and/or both. When that connection is lost, each of us has a choice to make! Be careful and treat each other with R E S P E C T.
Dad – May you rest in peace
I never knew how much love I had; even to know how much more to give, until a part of me was lost…you! If there was ever such a reason for GOD to show his glory; today would be the day, that I would ask that He raise you from that sleep. Then, could He say to me “This is that thing…that I may be Glorified…for this, you will know that I am your GOD”. Rest in Peace…
I Corinthians 13:11 – So now am I continuing…
I remember when life had a soul. In the projects, where we grew up; 1410 W 14th Street, apt 1101. At the age of five; I remember sitting by the project gates at home on the floor, looking outside the door…with no remembrance of what I was thinking. But I knew I was sad. I knew I was lonely; but I didn’t understand the emotion.
At the age of six; I remember two of the greatest impacts on my life. One was under my wing, and these others were friends of me and this person under my wing. Ironically, I was beat up by one of my friends; because I was messing with my own brother. Needless to say, I didn’t realize the relation between having a friend versus having someone who just goes along with everything I did.
At the age of seven; I remember looking out the project window…seeing my father assisting my mother in getting out the car; bringing home a new bundle of joy. “…it’s a girl!!!” For the first time, out of 5 boys, not realizing how much MORE excitement it meant for my mom…even if she never talked about it.
At the age of eight; I remember my first kiss. And remembering how embarrassing it was for someone to know that this girl liked me. I would deny her. But, made the mistake of entering her house; knowing what the intention was…the rest was history. I thought it was gross!!! But I still bragged at home with my brothers because I thought it was cool, because I thought, that THEY thought it would be cool. But I dared not tell my friends—because I didn’t want them to think I was weak.
At the age of nine; I embraced (with confidence) a new girl I liked. This one was public. Also at this age, I finally realize what it meant to have a brother as a friend. I brought my brother his first bike: Just because I wanted him to ride with me. Hence, the term: “ride or die” was implemented. 🙂
At the age of twelve; I embraced another with confidence, and a sweeter kiss (French). Not knowing what the power of tongue could do. LORD HAVE MERCY! At this age of experimenting, I never knew…how the power of a note (I like you…do you like me? Yes or No), the power of learning a new vocabulary, and what impact it could have on the lives of many if there is no tact.
As I grew older and time has gone by. I realize the importance of these moments.
- No matter how alone you may feel; there is power in the unknown.
- A friend is a friend during your ups and downs, and also corrects you when you’re wrong (morally unjust).
- I am my brother’s keeper.
- A kiss should not be abused; yet carefully considered as in the innocence of my youth. It is for love.
- The need to be slower to speak; and fast to hear.