I need the Black Man like I need my left lung, because he is the Sun. My Twin Flame...The One.
The Nation isn't complete without the Love and Wisdom of its Father. The Mothers serve just as much, but this one isn't about the Queens.
It's the Kings, that beam the radiance of a Warrior Spirit to protect and provide for the Woman and Children. Zulus, Chakas and such....the glowing and flowing skin that I Love so much. To touch...
I feel that any Nubian Wombman can share with me the electricity that sizzles through your Soul when we see our Black Men, Panther Style, as Huey and Fred demonstrated. To see them united, not killing each other and ready to break down this system that works overtime daily to downpress our culture, History....legacy.
Insecure, alone, targeted, cursed from birth....I feel your pain Black Man. Here we are (Black Women) tearing you down when we should be helping to heal you. For healing you is healing ourselves. We need to heal you from the affliction and curse of being beaten by European chains, as your melanated brothers held you down. Forced to hate another! Forced!
Now that's blunt force trauma.....
You see that? And now you even hate me, your MOTHER! Because you were taught to hate yourself so much. She's ugly to you, right? Undesirable maybe? With her nappy Black hair, full lips and round hips. Maybe that ass is just too phat! Whatever the reason, why am I the one you play for a season? And see the oppressor's woman as the one for the keepig? I'm weeping.
Why should I suffer with your babies and the emotional baggage you left me with? I feed you, read to you, write for you, cook you meals, smile at your presence, let Nature take its course as I sex you, speak your Afrikan language all day but yet you don't want me? Don't need me? I'm greedy?
But baby please I love you, we miss you in our lives. Me, the babies, your aunts, cousins, sisters and wives. Your mamas. Your EARTH- Black Man please come back to us, don't you hear us calling? Don't you hear my eternal call for you Black Man?
Eye promise I won't tell you how worthless or how much of a dog you are, never will I utter the words "you ain't shit" or "niggas ain't shit," defacing your brothers. Promise I will be there is you let me.
Don't you wanna protect me? I shed tears on this page for the deep need in my Soul.
Daddy, where are you?
Did I ever forgive you?
You were not there like so many others. Yet and still. I need you. WE need you.
Don't you hear the little girls crying in the streets? Needing her father. Growing up seeking validation from the opposite sex. Alone, wondering why her most valuable and prized possession did not sustain HIM---all of the men that she has Loved. But a rose is still a rose.
And your sisters, who look up to your masculine energy and wisdom. She can't hide the comfort she feel around you...the big or baby brother (smile).
No matter whom you are Black Man and what role you play, know that you are needed today and everyday.
One day, and eye hope today is that day, the Brothas will come back to us. They will remind us why we Loved them so much the first time around, even though they hurt us time after time. We will have completed such a significant part of our Soul's journey that our entire being will rejoice and re-unify the Nubian Nation.
We will be free again, we will smile and relish in the face of pure, Black Love--melatoned.
I may have just created such a word but Love from a Black Man can do that. His inspiration reminds me of my Power. I willingly submit to you Black Man. Do you submit to me also? Can we be, an Eternity. No matter what, the Creator made us for each other.
So are you coming back Black Man? I need to know.
Because we want, and need your Black loveliness...so much though.
Sincerely signed,
Naree' Renelle and the Sistahs.
Language Love.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
"One Night Stand".....another excerpt
Crazy
in Love, I fought my jealous anger with a good 45-minute cardio workout on the
elliptical machine. Although I had a bomb playlist in rotation, I couldn’t stop
my mind from wandering.
Everything
about Pierre and Alexis made me so upset. And when I mixed that with the
thoughts of Angel’s sarcastic Tetwork updates and the regular ratchetness of
this circle, I felt icky.
Strangely, it was this same day that I noticed how passionately Alexis kept on insisting that I visit her apartment. She asked me, via Tetwork, if I had time to visit after work this day. She went into sobby details about us “being so close back at Haverty…and always being there for each other.” I actually felt a little moved by it all, and exchanged text messages with her after we had exchanged numbers on Tetwork.
But I never thought that she too could have been plotting, she had already fooled me once.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, you got me fucked up.
I rode the train from work, nervously anticipating. What the hell could I really be walking into?
She looked a little larger than I remembered when I saw her approaching my car at the train station. She was always petite, so a few extra pounds would show up on her.
“I’m good, happy to be off too,” I said, trying to somehow ignore her eye-catching locs.
I think her hair was the only reason I trusted her. I was probably hoping that somehow the Most High’s energy would emerge from her twisted hair and let me know truth; for her notti roots symbolized the forever struggle and the truth that comes along with freedom.
“So where we going?” I asked her as I drove out of the train station. We ended up onPennsylvania Avenue
“Just go straight into the city,” she said.
She got a phone call, but quickly ended it. She was flirting with whomever she was just talking to.
“Oh Naree’, you don’t mind if my friend Anthony comes over with us do you? He’s right down the street and I forgot, we were supposed to get up tonight,” she looked over and asked.
Of course I didn’t mind. At least it wasn’tPierre
“Not at all. I don’t mind,” I said and continued driving. “Is that your umm…boo thaang?” I said with an unintentional smile.
We both laughed to hide our nervousness. Then I thought but why would she have a nigga coming over while I’m over? Weird.
“Nah shawty, he’s just a good friend of mine. Me and Anthony are real tight, we go way back,” she said.
We made our way to an unfamiliar circle in Northeast, D.C. I went about halfway around it before she told me to turn right.
“Right here shug,” she said, as I whipped my Solara.
We rode to the end of the street and we sat there outside of her building. We were waiting for her friend Anthony to pull up.
“So what you been up to Queen? Like, how is everything?” She asked me.
I laughed a little, very lightly. It was still unbelievable to me that she was sitting in the passenger seat of my car.
“Everything has been good really. I’ve been blessed. I just been working, enjoying the weather. What about you?” I asked back.
She shrugged.
“Same thing foreal girl. I just go to work, come home, and chill and kick my feet up. Oh yeah, and cook something when I get smacked. I love to cook girl. I always have friends over for dinner. But most of the time, I’m solo. You know me,” she said.
I just shook my head, breathed deep, said “True.” I must have felt the bullshit coming.
She looked down at her phone.
“Oh girl look,Pierre
She looked right in my face, like she was expecting a reaction.
I got choked up on my words, at first. She had caught me off guard with that.
Da fuck?
“Oh y-yeah,” I said slyly. “Why don’t you tellPierre
I looked back at her, my smile still fresh from a good laugh.
She put her head down and looked back at her Blackberry. I got mad that I had somewhat lost my cool.
Da fuck? I sat there and thought again. TODAY of all days, while I’m over here? Yup! That’s the sign I needed. But be cool Naree’, be cool Queen. She’ll never know what I’m thinking if I just stay cool.
She continued to give me directions as I drove through the city. I looked down at my shaking hand; I was boiling with energy…some kind of energy.
I decided not to read into the fact that everyone on our Tetwork Live-Line, includingPierre
“Daaaamn, wassup shawty,” he said as he reached out to hug me.
I went along with it. The ironic thing was that I knew Anthony from way back, he and I used to date during our high school years.
“Hey boo,” I said back, in my normal tone. “It’s been a while. I haven’t seen you in… forever.”
He eyed me down. Looking as if he was admiring the grown woman physique I had acquired during college.
“Yeah, I know. It has been a while. How is everything going for you?” He asked.
I kept it brief, short and simple. Alexis just looked on, smiling lightly and nodding her head. Something about her was too comfortable.
We all walked up to her apartment and I found a seat on the floor. They both disappeared to her bedroom in the back and came back with changed clothes.
Hmmm…interesting, I thought.
They sat on her worn-down couch and although she offered me a seat on it as well, I was fine where I was. I watched them laugh about their private things as I rolled some of my trees. Every few seconds, Anthony’s eyes would divert to my blunt-rolling lips.
Leave…Him…The…FUCK…Alone! A voice screamed in my head. I knew exactly what it was about. Could my inner wisdom have been any clearer?
But still I just sat there, watching Alexis in her pajama shorts and a T-shirt; with her wide mouth flying open with laughter as she swung her locs and exaggerated her facial expressions. She even stomped her bare feet, which made me notice the pretty red color on her toenails. Everything in that moment let me see it. I saw how although Alexis wasn’t an attractive woman, there were plenty of reasons men would be drawn to her energy.
A free-spirited hoe…
“I swear, I wanna get in the studio and record this song,” Alexis smiled to us and said.
We were listening to “Gone Baby Gone” on Erykah’s latest album.
"I want to record this and Alicia Keys’ Unthinkable so baaad,” she continued.
Is that right? I smiled and thought at more of the irony.
I passed her the blunt and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I attempted to have a little meditation.
HasPierre
I then remembered a specific wall that Alexis showed me in her room with several signatures on it. She said that no one left out of her house without signing it.
I walked back out to the living room, smiled sweetly.
“So Ms. Monroe, what’s up with this wall here,” I asked her as I walked towards her room.
“Oh,” she got up and said. “That’s my wall of fame girl.”
“Really?” I asked, acting interested.
“Yeah! See, here is TeeTee’s signature, there’s Alvin’s, my girl Janae, Tanya, my boy Anthony, my friend Mark, Tony, there’s Tay, oh and MAXWELL,” she turned to me and smiled proudly, “Maxwell is my homie, my mafuckin’ man for real! And then there’s even Nygel…”
ButPierre
“Yeah Naree’, Pierre told me he was coming over to smoke with us when we spoke earlier. He said he was just waiting on his friend and he would be right over,” Alexis said.
“Oh, aight,” I simply responded to her.
I walked over to her trashcan to dump the backwood guts and because my back was to her, I rolled my eyes into my head and gritted my teeth.
Do you know how hard it was for me to keep my cool while Alexis kept picking at an already open wound? I just continued to watch her lips move about plans withPierre
“You should just go ahead and send Pierre a text message Naree’, and see where he’s at,” Alexis looked at me and said.
Now, she was absolutely pushing. I imaginedPierre
I laughed a little, to gather my thoughts.
“Send who a text message?” I asked her back sarcastically.
“Pierre
I laughed again louder this time. Who did she think she was playing with?
“Yeah, aight shawty,” I said and waved her off.
Soon after, Alexis got a phone call and left to meet someone downstairs to ride to the store. She told us she would be right back and to sit tight.
I was still trying to figure out Anthony’s connection with Alexis though. If she was fucking him, why would she invitePierre Pierre
Anthony had been giving me looks of lust the entire evening. I recognized them from our past together. I knew he would keep everything real with me, so I just asked.
“Wachu mean Naree’?” He asked after pausing, smiling a little.
“You know what I mean,” I said, matching his smile.
“You coming in here changing your clothes and shit nigga…what’s that all about?” I really wanted to say.
“Say no more,” I put my hand up and said.
We both laughed because he knew that I knew; they too were fuck buddies. Was there anyone around that Alexis wasn’t fucking?
My mind was running a mile a minute. Either Alexis Monroe was one of those hoes who carried her shit like a dirty nigga, or either that her mind was so twisted, that she was trying to put both Pierre and I in the same location with her. Either way, she was trying to play both sides.
But it takes a true Queen to maintain your composure and stand your ground in the residence of a enemy, but it was also very necessary.
Can’t take this shit...this CRAZY ass shit. I feel like she’s saying things aboutPierre to see how I will react, but I know she’s fucking
Anthony, so is she inviting Pierre
I didn’t want my brain put into too much overdrive, so I decided to split from the situation entirely. I grabbed my things to leave out after Alexis came back in from making her run. Of course, she and Anthony asked me to stay longer, but it was never my intention to get comfortable.
I commended myself again for putting a smooth ending to her mentions ofPierre Pierre
“Hahaha, oh Ms. Alexis Monroe,” I laughed to myself as I merged back onto the circle outside of her neighborhood.
I hopped back onPennsylvania Avenue Maryland
“Wassssup shawty,” I said, happy to hear from her.
“Sweet ass!” She exclaimed. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling your ass all week.”
“Yes I have Naree’. But whatever, where you on your way to?” She asked.
“I’m on my way home girl. And guess where the fuck I am just leaving?” I asked her.
“Where?”
“Alexis Monroe’s house. And guess who the fuck was texting her when I was there?” I asked her, excited.
“Pierre
“Yes! What the fuck Neicy? How fucking crazy is it that he texts here the same day I’m over there?” I said.
She sounded like she was thinking.
“Hmph! He ain’t shit though, texting that girl like that. What the hell is he doing texting her anyway?” She asked.
“Girl I don’t know. And then she had the nerve to have Anthony, my ex over there today too. Shit has just been too….” I couldn’t find the words.
“Hold up. So Anthony was over there today with yall?”
“Yes,” I responded.
“And she said that Pierre was hitting her phone too?”
“Yes!” I repeated.
“See, dat bitch likes to play games with you,” Neicy chuckled a little and said. “I would have smacked the shit outta her Naree’. Why do yall keep fucking with the same niggas?”
I sighed.
“Man I don’t know. But I know that she’s fucking Anthony too now, he let me know that.”
“And she’s probably fuckingPierre
“What you mean?”
“Girl, you don’t you remember that shit from high school?” Neicy asked me.
“Nah,” I said. Because I didn’t. I never paid attention to Alexis like that.
“Well yes girl, Alexis’ ass was scandalous as fuck back then. She was fucking everybody’s boyfriend and then telling them about it. All of those niggas she used to chill with, yeah, they was fucking her too. They all told me that she would do their hair for them and all she wanted from them for payment was some dick! I swear I thought I told you all that Naree’.”
“Nah, you never told me. But damn...”
“Girl ask anybody and they’ll tell you. Alexis Monroe is one of those old school hoes shawty…” Neicy said.
Right then, a new text message came on my phone. I looked down at my screen.
“Girl!” I said. “Why didPierre
I agreed.
New text message fromPierre
“Yeeeah, we in club 24 tonight babes. You should come thru shawty :)”
I read it to her, aloud.
“Hmph! So you going to the club with him tonight?” She asked sarcastically.
“Girl hell no!Pierre
“Yeah I see it, he’s playing with both of yall. Did Alexis say anything about going to Club 24 tonight?”
“Nah, she’s laid up with the other nigga tonight, remember? That’s why all of this shit makes perfect sense.Pierre
“Mmm hmm,” Neicy agreed. “I mean, maybe he does want you to come out with him tonight. Or maybe he just knows that he fucked up, and he’s trying to see if you’re mad or not.”
“Yeah, I’ll choose the ladder.”
I wanted to be torn between the two, but I knew what I knew. Pierre never hit my phone to ask me about plans. The fact that I had just left his other woman’s house did not sit well with me.
I got off the phone with Neicy and sat outside on my deck for a while. When I finally walked upstairs to my room, I threw myself onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling and then grabbed my phone. I opened my “Music” folder and closed my eyes.
“I wonder what song I need to hear right now. Where do Pierre and I stand?” I said as I pressed “Shuffle songs” on my music player.
Keyshia Cole’s “This Thing Called Love” song came on and my eyes popped open. I hadn’t heard the song in years, since it had first debuted, and had forgotten it was in my music library.
She spoke.
“Every girl’s gotta go through it…and every man’s gotta go through it. It’s this thing called Looooove. Now listen to me now, listen to me…”
The law of attraction is real. I had asked for a message and I received it. I just shook my head as she sang the chorus.
“Loooo---ooo-ooo-oooove….I thought you had my back this time. But man I was wrong this time. It’s this thing called Love. Loooo---ooo-ooo-oooove…”
I
never responded to Pierre
I left work early the next day and continued to let the sun shine as it always did. The next weekend was Memorial Day weekend and my parents and sister were going out of town. I was excited because I was more than ready to get my summer started right.
Gotta be fucking bullshitting me…
I thought. Is this nigga really playing
with me like this right now?
I
hit the shower and had some green tea before I hit the sheets for good around
11:30. I was hoping the prayers I sent up would soothe my Soul. I didn’t feel
better when I woke up though. A dream about Alexis Monroe and seeing her face
the next morning at the train station had me more paranoid. Maybe it was really
time to just let things go.
“Gone baby, gone baby, don’t be
loooong…”
Strangely, it was this same day that I noticed how passionately Alexis kept on insisting that I visit her apartment. She asked me, via Tetwork, if I had time to visit after work this day. She went into sobby details about us “being so close back at Haverty…and always being there for each other.” I actually felt a little moved by it all, and exchanged text messages with her after we had exchanged numbers on Tetwork.
“Sup Shug. Glad I have your contact info
now. Like I said, I only live about ten minutes away from the Suitland
station. We could meet there after we get off work and ride to my house or
wateva :)” She wrote.
It
sounded like a plan, I guess. I needed to see what was really going on anyway. Pierre
But I never thought that she too could have been plotting, she had already fooled me once.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, you got me fucked up.
I rode the train from work, nervously anticipating. What the hell could I really be walking into?
She looked a little larger than I remembered when I saw her approaching my car at the train station. She was always petite, so a few extra pounds would show up on her.
“Hi Nareeeee’,” she said in her hype cool
manner. She was all smiles too.
“Hey
Alexis, wassup girl” I smiled and said back.
Her
locs were so pretty. They were past her shoulder now, in hues of dark reds,
burnt oranges and dirty blonde. It was an eccentric mixture.
“Nothing
girl, just chillin’, glad to be off work. How about you?” She said, looking at
me deeply.
Her
demeanor made me think though….something
just ain’t right about her. It seemed she was always plotting. And she
probably was.
“I’m good, happy to be off too,” I said, trying to somehow ignore her eye-catching locs.
I think her hair was the only reason I trusted her. I was probably hoping that somehow the Most High’s energy would emerge from her twisted hair and let me know truth; for her notti roots symbolized the forever struggle and the truth that comes along with freedom.
“So where we going?” I asked her as I drove out of the train station. We ended up on
“Just go straight into the city,” she said.
She got a phone call, but quickly ended it. She was flirting with whomever she was just talking to.
“Oh Naree’, you don’t mind if my friend Anthony comes over with us do you? He’s right down the street and I forgot, we were supposed to get up tonight,” she looked over and asked.
Of course I didn’t mind. At least it wasn’t
“Not at all. I don’t mind,” I said and continued driving. “Is that your umm…boo thaang?” I said with an unintentional smile.
We both laughed to hide our nervousness. Then I thought but why would she have a nigga coming over while I’m over? Weird.
“Nah shawty, he’s just a good friend of mine. Me and Anthony are real tight, we go way back,” she said.
We made our way to an unfamiliar circle in Northeast, D.C. I went about halfway around it before she told me to turn right.
“Right here shug,” she said, as I whipped my Solara.
We rode to the end of the street and we sat there outside of her building. We were waiting for her friend Anthony to pull up.
“So what you been up to Queen? Like, how is everything?” She asked me.
I laughed a little, very lightly. It was still unbelievable to me that she was sitting in the passenger seat of my car.
“Everything has been good really. I’ve been blessed. I just been working, enjoying the weather. What about you?” I asked back.
She shrugged.
“Same thing foreal girl. I just go to work, come home, and chill and kick my feet up. Oh yeah, and cook something when I get smacked. I love to cook girl. I always have friends over for dinner. But most of the time, I’m solo. You know me,” she said.
I just shook my head, breathed deep, said “True.” I must have felt the bullshit coming.
She looked down at her phone.
“Oh girl look,
She looked right in my face, like she was expecting a reaction.
I got choked up on my words, at first. She had caught me off guard with that.
Da fuck?
“Oh y-yeah,” I said slyly. “Why don’t you tell
I looked back at her, my smile still fresh from a good laugh.
She put her head down and looked back at her Blackberry. I got mad that I had somewhat lost my cool.
Da fuck? I sat there and thought again. TODAY of all days, while I’m over here? Yup! That’s the sign I needed. But be cool Naree’, be cool Queen. She’ll never know what I’m thinking if I just stay cool.
She continued to give me directions as I drove through the city. I looked down at my shaking hand; I was boiling with energy…some kind of energy.
I decided not to read into the fact that everyone on our Tetwork Live-Line, including
“Daaaamn, wassup shawty,” he said as he reached out to hug me.
I went along with it. The ironic thing was that I knew Anthony from way back, he and I used to date during our high school years.
“Hey boo,” I said back, in my normal tone. “It’s been a while. I haven’t seen you in… forever.”
He eyed me down. Looking as if he was admiring the grown woman physique I had acquired during college.
“Yeah, I know. It has been a while. How is everything going for you?” He asked.
I kept it brief, short and simple. Alexis just looked on, smiling lightly and nodding her head. Something about her was too comfortable.
We all walked up to her apartment and I found a seat on the floor. They both disappeared to her bedroom in the back and came back with changed clothes.
Hmmm…interesting, I thought.
They sat on her worn-down couch and although she offered me a seat on it as well, I was fine where I was. I watched them laugh about their private things as I rolled some of my trees. Every few seconds, Anthony’s eyes would divert to my blunt-rolling lips.
Leave…Him…The…FUCK…Alone! A voice screamed in my head. I knew exactly what it was about. Could my inner wisdom have been any clearer?
But still I just sat there, watching Alexis in her pajama shorts and a T-shirt; with her wide mouth flying open with laughter as she swung her locs and exaggerated her facial expressions. She even stomped her bare feet, which made me notice the pretty red color on her toenails. Everything in that moment let me see it. I saw how although Alexis wasn’t an attractive woman, there were plenty of reasons men would be drawn to her energy.
A free-spirited hoe…
“I swear, I wanna get in the studio and record this song,” Alexis smiled to us and said.
We were listening to “Gone Baby Gone” on Erykah’s latest album.
"I want to record this and Alicia Keys’ Unthinkable so baaad,” she continued.
Is that right? I smiled and thought at more of the irony.
I passed her the blunt and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I attempted to have a little meditation.
Has
I then remembered a specific wall that Alexis showed me in her room with several signatures on it. She said that no one left out of her house without signing it.
I walked back out to the living room, smiled sweetly.
“So Ms. Monroe, what’s up with this wall here,” I asked her as I walked towards her room.
“Oh,” she got up and said. “That’s my wall of fame girl.”
“Really?” I asked, acting interested.
“Yeah! See, here is TeeTee’s signature, there’s Alvin’s, my girl Janae, Tanya, my boy Anthony, my friend Mark, Tony, there’s Tay, oh and MAXWELL,” she turned to me and smiled proudly, “Maxwell is my homie, my mafuckin’ man for real! And then there’s even Nygel…”
She
went on showing me more names and even asked me to sign. I knew better than
that though.
“Okay,”
I lied and took the marker from her.
She
returned to her spot on the couch with Anthony, and I continued to search her
wall for Pierre or “SLick’s” name.
But
“Yeah Naree’, Pierre told me he was coming over to smoke with us when we spoke earlier. He said he was just waiting on his friend and he would be right over,” Alexis said.
Why does she keep bringing up
Pierre? I thought.
“Oh, aight,” I simply responded to her.
I walked over to her trashcan to dump the backwood guts and because my back was to her, I rolled my eyes into my head and gritted my teeth.
Do you know how hard it was for me to keep my cool while Alexis kept picking at an already open wound? I just continued to watch her lips move about plans with
“Oh
aight then,” I finally heard myself say back to her. She was in mid-sentence,
but I wasn’t giving her any more of what she wanted.
“You should just go ahead and send Pierre a text message Naree’, and see where he’s at,” Alexis looked at me and said.
Now, she was absolutely pushing. I imagined
I laughed a little, to gather my thoughts.
“Send who a text message?” I asked her back sarcastically.
“
I laughed again louder this time. Who did she think she was playing with?
“Yeah, aight shawty,” I said and waved her off.
Soon after, Alexis got a phone call and left to meet someone downstairs to ride to the store. She told us she would be right back and to sit tight.
I was still trying to figure out Anthony’s connection with Alexis though. If she was fucking him, why would she invite
Anthony had been giving me looks of lust the entire evening. I recognized them from our past together. I knew he would keep everything real with me, so I just asked.
“Wachu mean Naree’?” He asked after pausing, smiling a little.
“You know what I mean,” I said, matching his smile.
“You coming in here changing your clothes and shit nigga…what’s that all about?” I really wanted to say.
“I
mean…” he paused and hesitated, “me and Alexis are cool, you know? Like, real cool.
We have a very unique and different type of relationship…”
“Say no more,” I put my hand up and said.
We both laughed because he knew that I knew; they too were fuck buddies. Was there anyone around that Alexis wasn’t fucking?
My mind was running a mile a minute. Either Alexis Monroe was one of those hoes who carried her shit like a dirty nigga, or either that her mind was so twisted, that she was trying to put both Pierre and I in the same location with her. Either way, she was trying to play both sides.
But it takes a true Queen to maintain your composure and stand your ground in the residence of a enemy, but it was also very necessary.
Can’t take this shit...this CRAZY ass shit. I feel like she’s saying things about
I didn’t want my brain put into too much overdrive, so I decided to split from the situation entirely. I grabbed my things to leave out after Alexis came back in from making her run. Of course, she and Anthony asked me to stay longer, but it was never my intention to get comfortable.
I
walked over to my car with a fresh weed scent on my clothes and saw two obvious
crack users walked into building right next to Alexis’. I let them pass. The
sun was on its way down and I was glad to be leaving out of her neighborhood. Everything
about that experience had given my stomach more of that liquid heat feeling.
I commended myself again for putting a smooth ending to her mentions of
“Hahaha, oh Ms. Alexis Monroe,” I laughed to myself as I merged back onto the circle outside of her neighborhood.
I hopped back on
“Wassssup shawty,” I said, happy to hear from her.
“Sweet ass!” She exclaimed. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling your ass all week.”
“No
you have not,” I said back as I turned my music down.
“Yes I have Naree’. But whatever, where you on your way to?” She asked.
“I’m on my way home girl. And guess where the fuck I am just leaving?” I asked her.
“Where?”
“Alexis Monroe’s house. And guess who the fuck was texting her when I was there?” I asked her, excited.
“
“Yes! What the fuck Neicy? How fucking crazy is it that he texts here the same day I’m over there?” I said.
She sounded like she was thinking.
“Hmph! He ain’t shit though, texting that girl like that. What the hell is he doing texting her anyway?” She asked.
“Girl I don’t know. And then she had the nerve to have Anthony, my ex over there today too. Shit has just been too….” I couldn’t find the words.
“Hold up. So Anthony was over there today with yall?”
“Yes,” I responded.
“And she said that Pierre was hitting her phone too?”
“Yes!” I repeated.
“See, dat bitch likes to play games with you,” Neicy chuckled a little and said. “I would have smacked the shit outta her Naree’. Why do yall keep fucking with the same niggas?”
I sighed.
“Man I don’t know. But I know that she’s fucking Anthony too now, he let me know that.”
“And she’s probably fucking
“What you mean?”
“Girl, you don’t you remember that shit from high school?” Neicy asked me.
“Nah,” I said. Because I didn’t. I never paid attention to Alexis like that.
“Well yes girl, Alexis’ ass was scandalous as fuck back then. She was fucking everybody’s boyfriend and then telling them about it. All of those niggas she used to chill with, yeah, they was fucking her too. They all told me that she would do their hair for them and all she wanted from them for payment was some dick! I swear I thought I told you all that Naree’.”
I
was in more shock.
“Nah, you never told me. But damn...”
“Girl ask anybody and they’ll tell you. Alexis Monroe is one of those old school hoes shawty…” Neicy said.
Right then, a new text message came on my phone. I looked down at my screen.
“Girl!” I said. “Why did
“Aww
shit, what did it say?” She laughed a little and asked. “This shit just keeps
getting better and better.”
I agreed.
New text message from
“Yeeeah, we in club 24 tonight babes. You should come thru shawty :)”
I read it to her, aloud.
“Hmph! So you going to the club with him tonight?” She asked sarcastically.
“Girl hell no!
“Yeah I see it, he’s playing with both of yall. Did Alexis say anything about going to Club 24 tonight?”
“Nah, she’s laid up with the other nigga tonight, remember? That’s why all of this shit makes perfect sense.
“Mmm hmm,” Neicy agreed. “I mean, maybe he does want you to come out with him tonight. Or maybe he just knows that he fucked up, and he’s trying to see if you’re mad or not.”
“Yeah, I’ll choose the ladder.”
I wanted to be torn between the two, but I knew what I knew. Pierre never hit my phone to ask me about plans. The fact that I had just left his other woman’s house did not sit well with me.
I got off the phone with Neicy and sat outside on my deck for a while. When I finally walked upstairs to my room, I threw myself onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling and then grabbed my phone. I opened my “Music” folder and closed my eyes.
“I wonder what song I need to hear right now. Where do Pierre and I stand?” I said as I pressed “Shuffle songs” on my music player.
Keyshia Cole’s “This Thing Called Love” song came on and my eyes popped open. I hadn’t heard the song in years, since it had first debuted, and had forgotten it was in my music library.
She spoke.
“Every girl’s gotta go through it…and every man’s gotta go through it. It’s this thing called Looooove. Now listen to me now, listen to me…”
The law of attraction is real. I had asked for a message and I received it. I just shook my head as she sang the chorus.
“Loooo---ooo-ooo-oooove….I thought you had my back this time. But man I was wrong this time. It’s this thing called Love. Loooo---ooo-ooo-oooove…”
I left work early the next day and continued to let the sun shine as it always did. The next weekend was Memorial Day weekend and my parents and sister were going out of town. I was excited because I was more than ready to get my summer started right.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
The One(s)....
Here we go
Another day of the bullshit, my nation so gone
Forced to spit pulpit...
At this moment, in this hour
I roll plenty of sour....
Temptation devour
But we still lift our hands to pray,
Look to the sun for motivation.
Sow seeds and blow trees for inspiration
Deep in lovelaces, mind penetration
Kush kisses from a Goddess put u under the sedation
My melanin magicians, fear not what's hidden from books of his-story
Miseducated fools is where he prides his glory
In a ever burning torch, get crossed not by the fire
Our blackness, dwelling in Babylon's blind desire
Souls tired...running the rat races of wicked society
Black honey dripping, from our mind's entirety
For you (Jah) inspire me, reasons to be my Higher Self
Of struggle, of strife, of thrones, of wealth
Of natty dreadlocs, of untold stories of youth
Of ancestry, combative, volatile with the truth
My sky painted blue, or red with pregnant possibility
Giving birth to church, the lynchings & black hostility
Black probability, scientists, mathematicians
Natural mystic all around you, attuned ones listen
Gold tones glisten, melanin kisses by the Sun
Nation of Supreme Rulers, but this Queen is The One.......
Another day of the bullshit, my nation so gone
Forced to spit pulpit...
At this moment, in this hour
I roll plenty of sour....
Temptation devour
But we still lift our hands to pray,
Look to the sun for motivation.
Sow seeds and blow trees for inspiration
Deep in lovelaces, mind penetration
Kush kisses from a Goddess put u under the sedation
My melanin magicians, fear not what's hidden from books of his-story
Miseducated fools is where he prides his glory
In a ever burning torch, get crossed not by the fire
Our blackness, dwelling in Babylon's blind desire
Souls tired...running the rat races of wicked society
Black honey dripping, from our mind's entirety
For you (Jah) inspire me, reasons to be my Higher Self
Of struggle, of strife, of thrones, of wealth
Of natty dreadlocs, of untold stories of youth
Of ancestry, combative, volatile with the truth
My sky painted blue, or red with pregnant possibility
Giving birth to church, the lynchings & black hostility
Black probability, scientists, mathematicians
Natural mystic all around you, attuned ones listen
Gold tones glisten, melanin kisses by the Sun
Nation of Supreme Rulers, but this Queen is The One.......
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Love's Sweet....?
The whispers, I remember were sweeter than honeysuckles in the springtime
The pain that left me tremors felt rawer than a raw hide
A small tide, the ocean
We took a sip from her cup
Never knowing that the outcome was only, to swim in my ocean of Love
For genuineness was never there, you're like a small child running scared
Never unaware, that it was eye that put you there
I drew a painting, a canvas for young lovers, as lovers would
Enjoyment for the masses, but I ain't no Hollywood
I just highly stood, above the currents, like the library statue
Travels across seas, just so she can have you
Just so she can grab you, and take the rest of your wind
Caramel molasses...like my kiss from chocolate blends
And chocolate friends, like you, come and go often in my World
Chocolate only girl, never been down with the swirl
To swine, no pearls
Gems like a diamond in the rough
Such deception in your stares, so much lust in your touch
The brim ain't enough, that's why my cup runneth over for you
But as I smile, channel lovely, I see Miami waters, blue
And see, they loving the crew
And see, as did you
But see, I'm too through
Love's sweet. But I'm too through.
The pain that left me tremors felt rawer than a raw hide
A small tide, the ocean
We took a sip from her cup
Never knowing that the outcome was only, to swim in my ocean of Love
For genuineness was never there, you're like a small child running scared
Never unaware, that it was eye that put you there
I drew a painting, a canvas for young lovers, as lovers would
Enjoyment for the masses, but I ain't no Hollywood
I just highly stood, above the currents, like the library statue
Travels across seas, just so she can have you
Just so she can grab you, and take the rest of your wind
Caramel molasses...like my kiss from chocolate blends
And chocolate friends, like you, come and go often in my World
Chocolate only girl, never been down with the swirl
To swine, no pearls
Gems like a diamond in the rough
Such deception in your stares, so much lust in your touch
The brim ain't enough, that's why my cup runneth over for you
But as I smile, channel lovely, I see Miami waters, blue
And see, they loving the crew
And see, as did you
But see, I'm too through
Love's sweet. But I'm too through.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
One Night Stand...a final excerpt before the Novel's 2012 release....
I took a deep breath and exited Neicy’s neighborhood once I dropped her off. I was on my way over Pierre’s house. I know. Pitiful.
He answered the door and stared at me while. I smiled.
“Bag Lady” was still playing in my head from the ride over though.
“I guess nobody ever told you…all you must hold onto…is you……is you….is youuuuuuuu!”
“Wassup luva,” I said to him playfully as I walked in the door.
He looked at me and I suddenly felt an urge to leave, a gut feeling. It felt like Pierre was hiding something from me, which I knew he was. But I just ignored it because I had been so eager to get over there.
“Wassup shawty,” he said and stood close to me. I could smell his fresh-out-of-the- shower scent.
Okay, so he’s ready, I thought, convincing myself I was doing the right thing.
He followed me to the basement. His large screen TV was watching me, as I watched him. We talked lightly to each other. The light in the room was an aquatic blue. It was soothing like the waves of a Caribbean ocean. It felt like we were sitting in a painting, a beautiful portrait for Lovers.
He turned to me, continuing the conversation we were having.
“Damn see,” he shook his head and said. “Shit must be real then huh?”
“What you mean? What must be real Pierre?” I asked him.
“This. Us. I’m saying, it’s destiny Naree’,” he looked at me and said. “It has to be.”
His stare didn’t waver and neither did mine. I wanted to ask him more, but couldn’t. Perhaps the honey from his kisses left my own trapped.
I needed to know if he felt the same way…I hoped he did.
“So, you tired from the weekend? We did a lot of partying?”
“Yeah, but you know I’m chillin’ though shawty,” he said.
I knew that was his way of saying “Yeah, I’m tired. But not too tired to fuck you right now if you want me too.”
“Oh, okay,” I said back. “Yeah, I’m chillin’ too.”
More time went by. We were wasting time. I didn’t know if he was stalling or what.
Just get your black ass up and LEAVE Naree’, I told myself.
No, I have to do what I have to do.
Go ahead and ask him sugah?
She finally came and said after minutes of speculation. I needed the sweet vibration of her tone.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. When I opened it again, the same thing happened.
“You need something to drink? I’m about to go upstairs and get some water,” he said.
“Yeah, get me some too please,” I said back.
He returned with two bottles, gave me one and sat back down. This time, closer to me.
I decided to make my move. I needed to know.
“Pierre, can I ask you something?” I asked him.
He looked at me, the way a man does when he’s nervous. I wished I had picked my wording better but…whatever.
“Yeah, wassup,” he replied with his lips balled.
“Look, I just wanna know the truth Pierre, are you having sex with this woman? And you know exactly who I’m talking about,” I came right out and said.
He looked at me for a few seconds, quiet at first.
“Naree’ Renelle, if you’re talking about Alexis, and I know that’s who you’re talking about, I already told you shawty…I am NOT fucking her. Damn.” He said.
He snatched the remote up and turned the channel. I could see a very visible frown on his face. I sat there, my mouth agape. I had never seen Pierre show such emotion before. About anything.
“Oh really?” I asked, not in a way that required an answer.
“Okay Pierre,” I shook my head and said.
“What?” He looked over and asked me.
His expression looked serious, and a little disturbed…..but it was turning me on. Lowkey.
“Pierre,” I said in a tone that meant “stop playing. Let’s be serious.”
“Naree’,” he said back, in the exact same tone.
I wanted to laugh a little, but kept my face tight. I just folded my arms and looked towards the television. Nothing else needed to be said, I guessed.
“Naree’, now you know I don’t have one single reason to lie to you about that. I’m telling you, I’m not fucking Alexis. We’re just really good friends. I thought you knew that,” he said after a few more minutes.
I just looked at him, not knowing what to say. I didn’t want to give in that easy, I still had that feeling that he was hiding something.
“Yeah, okay Pierre,” I just looked at him and said.
And what about the bitch you were on the pole with last night? Or the endless women that visit me in my dreams or my mind when I’m lying down with you? What about that huh?
He waited a few more minutes before speaking again.
“Okay, what Naree’?” He asked.
I fought to hold back a smile. I could never stay mad at him. All I saw was Pierre. He was all I needed to see.
“Aight Pierre, I believe you, if you insist,” I said. “And because I trust you, I’ll never ask you that again.”
I was trying to take him on a guilt trip for lying like that meant anything.
“Respect shawty. I need you to trust me.”
He said he has no reason to lie, but what reason does he have to not lie? I still thought.
“But you know I got nothing but Love for you regardless,” he smiled and said. “I got you here with me Naree’…don’t need nothing else.”
That took everything off of my mind. Was my Baby talking to me?
He scooted even closer, like he was reading my mind. It was an afterthought once I laid on the couch, back into his arms. I melted into his space again with no hesitation. I could feel his warmth on my back as his manhood began to rise to the occasion.
“You aight baby?” He asked before he slid his hands to caress my exposed hip bone.
“Yes” I whispered as I watched his eyes.
I continued to eye him while he planted kisses on my left thigh. I rolled my eyes back and lost myself all over again. Pierre….
I felt the room spinning when he moved me to the floor. I wanted to do something different, add some different angles to the way we felt each other’s bodies.
“Okay, so how you want to get into this?” I smiled and asked him as we stood in his basement floor.
He shrugged. “Mmmm…don’t matta to me shawty.”
Shit like that irritated me. Because he was a Scorpio and was supposed to show me some things. But I just took the lead as usual. Nothing had changed for real.
“Ok then, just lie down,” I sighed lightly and said.
Maybe he preferred me riding him and was just afraid to say so.
When he came inside though, it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t feel like the Pierre I knew, the one I had grown to Love. Something about him was off—just like that night he had lied about taking a nap and then showed up on my Tetwork Live-Line. I knew I should have gone with my gut and left when I had the chance. But it was too late to leave. It was too late to leave ever.
“Nah, you’re good baby, trust me Naree’. I’m just exhausted right now, this long ass weekend man,” he shook his head and said.
“Are you sure?” I looked down at him and asked. I didn't know how I felt about a flaccid penis inside of me. I was still on top of him. Was it over?
“Look, trust me. Clearly you’re not the reason baby. You know I been up all weekend, ripping and running, partying since Thursday night. I haven’t gotten any sleep foreal,” he said, so softly.
He came up and planted a few kissed on my lips and face.
“You know if you come back later this week, I’ll have all of me to give. It’s just not a good time now,” he said.
“Bad timing,” I thought to myself. “It’s always a bad time for us.”
“Okay Pierre, I’ll see you then,” I attempted to move and said.
He pulled me back onto him.
“Where you going?” He asked and kissed me again. “Huh?”
I just looked on as he put sweet kisses all over my body. I was still fighting my smile. Pierre made me feel just like a little girl.
“I love you Pierre,” I said and looked at him. “And not just as my best friend.”
“And I love you too Naree’,” he said right back. “But you already knew that.”
I smiled, because I meant it.
Oh…My…God!
“Through everything, all the things we’ve been through Pierre…” I said and shook my head.
I couldn’t even find words to describe how I felt. I had waited so long to say it, but still didn’t have anything to say.
“Well Naree’, I think about you when I get up in the morning shawty…all throughout the day, you somehow find your way to my mind, always,” he said.
I was dreaming. Had to be.
“You mean that Pierre?” I asked him, kinda wishing I hadn’t.
“Haha, what did I just say?” He asked me and tilted his head.
“What you just said,” I said back. “I heard you. And I feel the exact same way. I always wanted to tell you that too. Just know that.”
Some of my nervousness had finally loosened up. This was…Pierre.
He smiled at me.
“Yeah, I always wanted to tell you too…when the timing was right. But we back on the same page now, like always. Fuck the lil’ petty shit, you know you’ll always be my best friend Naree’, before anything,” he said.
He gave me a kiss and then swept me off my feet. He pulled my body up with his, carried me to the couch and laid me on my stomach. He started at my shoulders and gave me a full body massage. I was moaning his name that night and he wasn’t even inside of me.
“Remember what I said Naree’ Renelle, no matter what, nothing can come between the way I feel about you.”
Pierre was a smooth criminal.
He answered the door and stared at me while. I smiled.
“Bag Lady” was still playing in my head from the ride over though.
“I guess nobody ever told you…all you must hold onto…is you……is you….is youuuuuuuu!”
“Wassup luva,” I said to him playfully as I walked in the door.
He looked at me and I suddenly felt an urge to leave, a gut feeling. It felt like Pierre was hiding something from me, which I knew he was. But I just ignored it because I had been so eager to get over there.
“Wassup shawty,” he said and stood close to me. I could smell his fresh-out-of-the- shower scent.
Okay, so he’s ready, I thought, convincing myself I was doing the right thing.
He followed me to the basement. His large screen TV was watching me, as I watched him. We talked lightly to each other. The light in the room was an aquatic blue. It was soothing like the waves of a Caribbean ocean. It felt like we were sitting in a painting, a beautiful portrait for Lovers.
He turned to me, continuing the conversation we were having.
“Damn see,” he shook his head and said. “Shit must be real then huh?”
“What you mean? What must be real Pierre?” I asked him.
“This. Us. I’m saying, it’s destiny Naree’,” he looked at me and said. “It has to be.”
His stare didn’t waver and neither did mine. I wanted to ask him more, but couldn’t. Perhaps the honey from his kisses left my own trapped.
I needed to know if he felt the same way…I hoped he did.
“So, you tired from the weekend? We did a lot of partying?”
“Yeah, but you know I’m chillin’ though shawty,” he said.
I knew that was his way of saying “Yeah, I’m tired. But not too tired to fuck you right now if you want me too.”
“Oh, okay,” I said back. “Yeah, I’m chillin’ too.”
More time went by. We were wasting time. I didn’t know if he was stalling or what.
Just get your black ass up and LEAVE Naree’, I told myself.
No, I have to do what I have to do.
Go ahead and ask him sugah?
She finally came and said after minutes of speculation. I needed the sweet vibration of her tone.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. When I opened it again, the same thing happened.
“You need something to drink? I’m about to go upstairs and get some water,” he said.
“Yeah, get me some too please,” I said back.
He returned with two bottles, gave me one and sat back down. This time, closer to me.
I decided to make my move. I needed to know.
“Pierre, can I ask you something?” I asked him.
He looked at me, the way a man does when he’s nervous. I wished I had picked my wording better but…whatever.
“Yeah, wassup,” he replied with his lips balled.
“Look, I just wanna know the truth Pierre, are you having sex with this woman? And you know exactly who I’m talking about,” I came right out and said.
He looked at me for a few seconds, quiet at first.
“Naree’ Renelle, if you’re talking about Alexis, and I know that’s who you’re talking about, I already told you shawty…I am NOT fucking her. Damn.” He said.
He snatched the remote up and turned the channel. I could see a very visible frown on his face. I sat there, my mouth agape. I had never seen Pierre show such emotion before. About anything.
“Oh really?” I asked, not in a way that required an answer.
“Okay Pierre,” I shook my head and said.
“What?” He looked over and asked me.
His expression looked serious, and a little disturbed…..but it was turning me on. Lowkey.
“Pierre,” I said in a tone that meant “stop playing. Let’s be serious.”
“Naree’,” he said back, in the exact same tone.
I wanted to laugh a little, but kept my face tight. I just folded my arms and looked towards the television. Nothing else needed to be said, I guessed.
“Naree’, now you know I don’t have one single reason to lie to you about that. I’m telling you, I’m not fucking Alexis. We’re just really good friends. I thought you knew that,” he said after a few more minutes.
I just looked at him, not knowing what to say. I didn’t want to give in that easy, I still had that feeling that he was hiding something.
“Yeah, okay Pierre,” I just looked at him and said.
And what about the bitch you were on the pole with last night? Or the endless women that visit me in my dreams or my mind when I’m lying down with you? What about that huh?
He waited a few more minutes before speaking again.
“Okay, what Naree’?” He asked.
I fought to hold back a smile. I could never stay mad at him. All I saw was Pierre. He was all I needed to see.
“Aight Pierre, I believe you, if you insist,” I said. “And because I trust you, I’ll never ask you that again.”
I was trying to take him on a guilt trip for lying like that meant anything.
“Respect shawty. I need you to trust me.”
He said he has no reason to lie, but what reason does he have to not lie? I still thought.
“But you know I got nothing but Love for you regardless,” he smiled and said. “I got you here with me Naree’…don’t need nothing else.”
That took everything off of my mind. Was my Baby talking to me?
He scooted even closer, like he was reading my mind. It was an afterthought once I laid on the couch, back into his arms. I melted into his space again with no hesitation. I could feel his warmth on my back as his manhood began to rise to the occasion.
“You aight baby?” He asked before he slid his hands to caress my exposed hip bone.
“Yes” I whispered as I watched his eyes.
I continued to eye him while he planted kisses on my left thigh. I rolled my eyes back and lost myself all over again. Pierre….
I felt the room spinning when he moved me to the floor. I wanted to do something different, add some different angles to the way we felt each other’s bodies.
“Okay, so how you want to get into this?” I smiled and asked him as we stood in his basement floor.
He shrugged. “Mmmm…don’t matta to me shawty.”
Shit like that irritated me. Because he was a Scorpio and was supposed to show me some things. But I just took the lead as usual. Nothing had changed for real.
“Ok then, just lie down,” I sighed lightly and said.
Maybe he preferred me riding him and was just afraid to say so.
When he came inside though, it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t feel like the Pierre I knew, the one I had grown to Love. Something about him was off—just like that night he had lied about taking a nap and then showed up on my Tetwork Live-Line. I knew I should have gone with my gut and left when I had the chance. But it was too late to leave. It was too late to leave ever.
“Nah, you’re good baby, trust me Naree’. I’m just exhausted right now, this long ass weekend man,” he shook his head and said.
“Are you sure?” I looked down at him and asked. I didn't know how I felt about a flaccid penis inside of me. I was still on top of him. Was it over?
“Look, trust me. Clearly you’re not the reason baby. You know I been up all weekend, ripping and running, partying since Thursday night. I haven’t gotten any sleep foreal,” he said, so softly.
He came up and planted a few kissed on my lips and face.
“You know if you come back later this week, I’ll have all of me to give. It’s just not a good time now,” he said.
“Bad timing,” I thought to myself. “It’s always a bad time for us.”
“Okay Pierre, I’ll see you then,” I attempted to move and said.
He pulled me back onto him.
“Where you going?” He asked and kissed me again. “Huh?”
I just looked on as he put sweet kisses all over my body. I was still fighting my smile. Pierre made me feel just like a little girl.
“I love you Pierre,” I said and looked at him. “And not just as my best friend.”
“And I love you too Naree’,” he said right back. “But you already knew that.”
I smiled, because I meant it.
Oh…My…God!
“Through everything, all the things we’ve been through Pierre…” I said and shook my head.
I couldn’t even find words to describe how I felt. I had waited so long to say it, but still didn’t have anything to say.
“Well Naree’, I think about you when I get up in the morning shawty…all throughout the day, you somehow find your way to my mind, always,” he said.
I was dreaming. Had to be.
“You mean that Pierre?” I asked him, kinda wishing I hadn’t.
“Haha, what did I just say?” He asked me and tilted his head.
“What you just said,” I said back. “I heard you. And I feel the exact same way. I always wanted to tell you that too. Just know that.”
Some of my nervousness had finally loosened up. This was…Pierre.
He smiled at me.
“Yeah, I always wanted to tell you too…when the timing was right. But we back on the same page now, like always. Fuck the lil’ petty shit, you know you’ll always be my best friend Naree’, before anything,” he said.
He gave me a kiss and then swept me off my feet. He pulled my body up with his, carried me to the couch and laid me on my stomach. He started at my shoulders and gave me a full body massage. I was moaning his name that night and he wasn’t even inside of me.
“Remember what I said Naree’ Renelle, no matter what, nothing can come between the way I feel about you.”
Pierre was a smooth criminal.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Today...& everyday hereafter (My Art & Soul)
It's been a while since I took the time to update the world on the things I plan, the ways in which I feel, etc.
But right now I feel free and trapped, motivated and encouraged though. These books are all I can think about. My books.
The first one, that you should already be familiar with is entitled "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie," and it's just....everything to me.
I know, and can guarantee you will appreciate this lovely creation of literature genius that I have put into an urban docudrama. Don't let it sound like a dream to you. Because I'm not just talking. I really have to perfect this novel before I send it out into the world, so you can enjoy and fully understand the message and story. Love rules all, but in the end; we still have to let our Souls fly free. That is one of the major themes of the story. Love, personal freedom, social networking and friendships all take twists and turns. It's real, and it's here. 2012 the world will experience "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie" by Naree' Renelle. Infinite love and blessings. Peace.
But right now I feel free and trapped, motivated and encouraged though. These books are all I can think about. My books.
The first one, that you should already be familiar with is entitled "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie," and it's just....everything to me.
I know, and can guarantee you will appreciate this lovely creation of literature genius that I have put into an urban docudrama. Don't let it sound like a dream to you. Because I'm not just talking. I really have to perfect this novel before I send it out into the world, so you can enjoy and fully understand the message and story. Love rules all, but in the end; we still have to let our Souls fly free. That is one of the major themes of the story. Love, personal freedom, social networking and friendships all take twists and turns. It's real, and it's here. 2012 the world will experience "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie" by Naree' Renelle. Infinite love and blessings. Peace.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
An Excerpt from my Novel; "One Night Stand!" ENJOY!! :)
I walked to my car, started it and drove off towards Route 50 toward Annapolis
But had I not whipped back around to Marcelle’s house get my phone charger, I may have been a second too late, or early. The Universe has a funny way of operating sometimes. But in crucial instances, I believe your spiritual guardians strategically place you exactly where you need to be.
I pulled up to the packed Buffalo Wild Wings parking lot driving the Explorer. That was a blessing in disguise since it's very dark tints made me unidentifiable.
What the fuck is she doing here though? I thought.
I saw Alexis Monroe was coming out of the Buffalo Wild Wings, laughing, with a small entourage behind her. I did a double take, although I was sure she hadn’t noticed me.
How conveniently janky.
I parked the truck in an inconspicuous spot, way in the back of the parking lot. I watched Alexis and her three friends continue to laugh while approaching a black Maxima. One of the girls was dark skinned, with the same height, weight and loc length as Alexis. The other was this girl I recognized from Tetwork. I made sure I kept my eyes on Alexis though; I noticed she was walking at a slower pace. I imagined it was because of the miscarriage incident. I wondered if she came to the restaurant looking for me.
Alexis already knows what the fuck is up man! Fuck she even doing out on the town after she was just complaining about miscarrying a child and all that?
My stomach was on fire, with rage and passion.
And Angel was calling me. Where the fuck had she been this whole time.
And Angel was calling me. Where the fuck had she been this whole time.
Mmm hmm, I wonder if she was inside parlaying with Alexis and the rest of those snake bitches… I hoped not. Angel was supposed to be my genuine friend.
And then I looked over and saw Pierre
Damn, how crazy is this shit here? I thought. I pulled up right on time!
I knew why Alexis' face looked the way it did; Pierre's presence did the same to my expression as well. Her friends got in the Maxima but she stood outside, waiting for Pierre
He stepped out of his truck, with a cloud of smoke behind him, and she smiled and swung her locs back a little, feeling herself. He was feeling himself too, he walked up to her with his lips balled, like always.
I saw them embrace and looked on, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe that I just conveniently drove into that shit. It was just supposed to be a humble trip to the Buffalo Wild Wings.
Damn. I felt myself melt at that moment.
Angel called my phone again. I pressed ignore and kept my attention focused on Pierre and Alexis.
I read his lips. Damn, true, he said and looked away from her.
She wasn’t facing me, so I couldn’t see what she was saying. I just saw her looking up at him, continuing to move her lips at a rapid pace.
I closed my eyes. I had to calm myself before I stepped out of the truck, being a fool for Love. Was I out of my fucking mind?
I wanted to jump out and spazz on both of them. “What the fuck you doing out here talking to this bitch Pierre
I looked down, Robin was calling my phone now. How did she always know exactly when to call me?
Fuck, I thought, getting frustrated. Too much was going on at that moment.
I looked back up, and turned my music down like someone could hear it.
Check this damn girl out.
Alexis had her hands on
Nah, don’t hide your face nigga…that’s your damn problem. Always hiding and shit! I said to Pierre
Then I saw Alexis look down to her stomach, and my stomach reminded me of the foul shit I was into.
Oh no…
She turned her face to the side with fresh tears in her eyes. My eyes and mouth grew wider.
Ooooh shit, was that his baby? No
I almost moved my truck’s shift gear, flashed the lights, honked the horn…anything to release what I was feeling at the moment. I had to be dreaming, not witnessing the reality in that parking lot.
But when I regained logic, I felt like a real investigative journalist out there. I was in the cut, watching the whole ordeal go down, and nobody knew I was there to see it. Nobody but me.
My face was tight as I sat in my reclined seat. I took a look at my three missed calls again and then
After their embrace, Alexis hopped into the front seat of the Maxima and it sped right off. Pierre looked around like he sensed someone watching him before he walked toward the entrance of the restaurant. I had to think fast, I didn’t know what to do right then.
My wired mind doesn’t recollect, but something made me jump silently from the truck, lock the doors and catch up to Pierre
"Black Maaan,” I said out of nowhere, in a sultry tone.
He turned with his eyes wide, and the look on his face was fucking priceless.
“Aww shit…” was all he said. But then he tried to clean it up, “Aww shit, wassup shawty."
He reached for a hug but I declined.
He reached for a hug but I declined.
I knew and he knew. Yeah, you fucked up.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Clovers of Ecstasy
But you should love me, because we both live on this street
A two way pasture of concrete, with flowing heart beats on each end
A lovers’ canvas, covered with the natural flow of our aura
Green lily pastures, honeysuckle flowers and black roses
Paradise.
Where I reside. Would you like to come along on my ride?
Water bluer than the sky, sand crystals that get you high
Sunrises and sunsets with my moans amongst the ambience
Egyptian oils that make my skin glisten…as my hips speak to you, listen
Don’t ask permission
Just start with sweet kisses, cinnamon caresses, brown sugar tongue rolls
Never end, send tingles from my spine to my toes
Is this why you should love me?
No, not the only reason,
because love is forever evolving like four seasons
Is it because of the way I stare at you under the moonlight?
Your eyes dancing as you watch what you like
Whenever you’re inside me, gotta give my bottom lip a bite
Because baby it’s yours, won’t put up a fight tonight
The way I feel you grow against my walls,
Afterwards she’s still thumping, giving your manhood a call
On and on and on, without one pause
Wake up from my dreams and we can start it all
Over………
My bed-leaf clover
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Mind Elevation...
Thru my Creation, is mind elevation
A long walk through the...Black Nation
Why I talk Black? Why is that all I see?
Because that is the ONLY....I am the ONLY
Tomorrow is never here, and now is the time I am standing in....therefore it does not exist
If I can stay away from the worry that a earthly mind brings...I can perhaps.....Elevate.
A long walk through the...Black Nation
Why I talk Black? Why is that all I see?
Because that is the ONLY....I am the ONLY
Tomorrow is never here, and now is the time I am standing in....therefore it does not exist
If I can stay away from the worry that a earthly mind brings...I can perhaps.....Elevate.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Why I'm Sexy....Why I'm Free
It all started with a conversation about the Yoni- the Hindu term for female genitalia. As I ascend into higher levels of consciousness, the sacred act of sex (more specifically, tantric sex) comes up. Over and over again actually.
As a result, I have drawn some of my own conclusions and coined the concept or idea "Yoni Power." This can be described as my idea of the respect and honor that the feminine sacred place should always receive on a Universal level. It is between a woman's thighs that Paradise on Earth is reached. And from there, the amount of pleasure received can feel galactical. It is through this vessel (the Yoni) that all Life moves. The Yoni is a beautiful and Powerful thing!
As a Black Queen Goddess, I acknowledge and surrender to my sexuality. Like a black kitten that has grown into a full and lively Black Panther...here I am. Sexy, and Free.
Never confuse promiscuity with the sexual energy that Divine beings naturally possess. As a sexual being, sex is a very natural and perfect occurence- it feels good and I believe we should indulge. However, like most things, there are boundaries to be respected. But that there is for another post.
My Kings and Queens of the Jungle, we stand here as the protoype for the Earth's core and I feel so enlightened to share with you the energy I receive from the "Black Man high." He, in exchange, gets high from my essence and nothing is more God-like. I open myself to all of my audience to know that these types of exchanges have been rampant for the last few months of my Life. It's like a phase I am going through as I continue to grasp onto my "Yoni Power." I am sure the Kings I have spent time with are very grateful for this Moon phase of mine (smile).
But anyway, my point is to bring together the fact that sex is not a taboo subject; instead it is Knowledge of Life itself. Nothing on earth is more potent than the elements that can come together when man and woman are engaging in sexual intercourse. Nothing gives me more freedom...and nothing makes me feel more free than taking my Yoni Power back and embracing my very potent sexuality. I am here for a reason, and it is to share this Sex Knowledge of the Most High with you. Let your mind and my body be the vessel that washes you to the shore of Paradise.
So let us not fret about the past or society's views of sexuality...let us create our own! No longer will we look to the mass media to decide who or what is acceptable for the pleasure we recieve in the privacy of our own bedrooms. The day when the women of the world understand, value and appreciate their precious Yonis, is the same day that men will bow at our feet to kiss them- respecting us for the Queens that we are.
Much Love and Peace to the Feminine Guiding Principle that surrounds us all, and her male counterpart that creates balance. Be sexy, Be free...Be bold and unleash your Inner Goddess. This isn't just a post for Women because men too share this feminine principle in their energies. And the man who understands and fully embraces the graces of the woman's anatomy will always be rewarded by the heavens tenfold.
I am Afiyana. And with the Yoni, I have the Power. The Power to spread this Love and Knowledge to you. Peace.
As a result, I have drawn some of my own conclusions and coined the concept or idea "Yoni Power." This can be described as my idea of the respect and honor that the feminine sacred place should always receive on a Universal level. It is between a woman's thighs that Paradise on Earth is reached. And from there, the amount of pleasure received can feel galactical. It is through this vessel (the Yoni) that all Life moves. The Yoni is a beautiful and Powerful thing!
As a Black Queen Goddess, I acknowledge and surrender to my sexuality. Like a black kitten that has grown into a full and lively Black Panther...here I am. Sexy, and Free.
Never confuse promiscuity with the sexual energy that Divine beings naturally possess. As a sexual being, sex is a very natural and perfect occurence- it feels good and I believe we should indulge. However, like most things, there are boundaries to be respected. But that there is for another post.
My Kings and Queens of the Jungle, we stand here as the protoype for the Earth's core and I feel so enlightened to share with you the energy I receive from the "Black Man high." He, in exchange, gets high from my essence and nothing is more God-like. I open myself to all of my audience to know that these types of exchanges have been rampant for the last few months of my Life. It's like a phase I am going through as I continue to grasp onto my "Yoni Power." I am sure the Kings I have spent time with are very grateful for this Moon phase of mine (smile).
But anyway, my point is to bring together the fact that sex is not a taboo subject; instead it is Knowledge of Life itself. Nothing on earth is more potent than the elements that can come together when man and woman are engaging in sexual intercourse. Nothing gives me more freedom...and nothing makes me feel more free than taking my Yoni Power back and embracing my very potent sexuality. I am here for a reason, and it is to share this Sex Knowledge of the Most High with you. Let your mind and my body be the vessel that washes you to the shore of Paradise.
So let us not fret about the past or society's views of sexuality...let us create our own! No longer will we look to the mass media to decide who or what is acceptable for the pleasure we recieve in the privacy of our own bedrooms. The day when the women of the world understand, value and appreciate their precious Yonis, is the same day that men will bow at our feet to kiss them- respecting us for the Queens that we are.
Much Love and Peace to the Feminine Guiding Principle that surrounds us all, and her male counterpart that creates balance. Be sexy, Be free...Be bold and unleash your Inner Goddess. This isn't just a post for Women because men too share this feminine principle in their energies. And the man who understands and fully embraces the graces of the woman's anatomy will always be rewarded by the heavens tenfold.
I am Afiyana. And with the Yoni, I have the Power. The Power to spread this Love and Knowledge to you. Peace.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Raspy voice to match my Sashay
This Book...
(my first novel)
Is my Life right now
Part-time
Because I once made Love to her always, with no breaks in between
But other parts of Life took over
Here He comes...(smile), and even some she's. Goddesses that you insist on denying.
Anyway, I am grateful for the opportunity to present my heart to you...that's what keeps me motivated and stabilized. It's a roller coaster ride to watch it come together, but it's all worth it. It's a process that is making me stronger.
It's alot more than I thought it would be. It takes alot more of myself than I ever intended...but it's a great and wonderful feeling. A certain high I have that lets me know that I am doing what my heart desires.
When you beat to the rhythm of your own drum...Life aligns beautifully.
I am Naree' Renelle...Afiyana...Black Hennessy...BlackSoulRose...E&J....Woman of many names. I have many talents...and seducing you (with or without language) is one of them. You should know this, and believe.
But here I am style-freeing again...I am
I just feel like my Life is like poetry in motion...forgive me if I believe in devotion
Deep blue oceans, marinades made of seashells and lover's sweat....can you hear me?
I hear moans and beautiful kisses at sunrise, at sunset. Especially when it's wet...outside. (Laugh)
When the Earth is damp with her own juices flowing from the skies that she makes Love to, our bodies too should be in motion of a Loved one. In the Spiritual, Physical, Mental, Habitual or...all of the above type of ways.
Raspy voice to match my sashay...
Here I am writing my heart out for this...I deserve it
You deserve to hear my story...I was born for this. I promise you. It's something I feel in my bones...it's something I won't and can't and don't want to get over because it is me...all a part of me.
When I really think about how this book came together...how my Destiny saw it and imagined it and grew with it in real Life right before my eyes...I knew it was something special.
If this post doesn't reach one person...(it probably won't...most people think I am soooo spaced out there LOL) or if it only reaches you...know that this is my hard work. I can't throw it away on anything. And anything that is mine is worth fighting for.
I fight for my Freedom...for my country...for my Family most importantly...and for my independence everyday. This is who I am. I just believe in...everything that believes in me too. Complex woman I know...but to know me, is to Love me. I Love me.
I Am...
Woman of many names...damp with the Earth's rain...Paradise. The waters of my spine are quenched when you come around...is it not Love...or a figment of my mind. Are you here with me?
Hmph!
Yes...this and so much more can be answered in this book. Be not afraid of metaphysics, it's who we are...naturally. I love you.
Tomorrow is not promised but let's promise that we will look forward to it. With Love in our hearts and sweetness in our sashays...Women can heal the world. We can start by healing our male counterparts.
(Black Man, know I always and forever eternally Love you Baby! *3 winks* Oooow!)
Save Black Love...it is...everything that IS.
(my first novel)
Is my Life right now
Part-time
Because I once made Love to her always, with no breaks in between
But other parts of Life took over
Here He comes...(smile), and even some she's. Goddesses that you insist on denying.
Anyway, I am grateful for the opportunity to present my heart to you...that's what keeps me motivated and stabilized. It's a roller coaster ride to watch it come together, but it's all worth it. It's a process that is making me stronger.
It's alot more than I thought it would be. It takes alot more of myself than I ever intended...but it's a great and wonderful feeling. A certain high I have that lets me know that I am doing what my heart desires.
When you beat to the rhythm of your own drum...Life aligns beautifully.
I am Naree' Renelle...Afiyana...Black Hennessy...BlackSoulRose...E&J....Woman of many names. I have many talents...and seducing you (with or without language) is one of them. You should know this, and believe.
But here I am style-freeing again...I am
I just feel like my Life is like poetry in motion...forgive me if I believe in devotion
Deep blue oceans, marinades made of seashells and lover's sweat....can you hear me?
I hear moans and beautiful kisses at sunrise, at sunset. Especially when it's wet...outside. (Laugh)
When the Earth is damp with her own juices flowing from the skies that she makes Love to, our bodies too should be in motion of a Loved one. In the Spiritual, Physical, Mental, Habitual or...all of the above type of ways.
Raspy voice to match my sashay...
Here I am writing my heart out for this...I deserve it
You deserve to hear my story...I was born for this. I promise you. It's something I feel in my bones...it's something I won't and can't and don't want to get over because it is me...all a part of me.
When I really think about how this book came together...how my Destiny saw it and imagined it and grew with it in real Life right before my eyes...I knew it was something special.
If this post doesn't reach one person...(it probably won't...most people think I am soooo spaced out there LOL) or if it only reaches you...know that this is my hard work. I can't throw it away on anything. And anything that is mine is worth fighting for.
I fight for my Freedom...for my country...for my Family most importantly...and for my independence everyday. This is who I am. I just believe in...everything that believes in me too. Complex woman I know...but to know me, is to Love me. I Love me.
I Am...
Woman of many names...damp with the Earth's rain...Paradise. The waters of my spine are quenched when you come around...is it not Love...or a figment of my mind. Are you here with me?
Hmph!
Yes...this and so much more can be answered in this book. Be not afraid of metaphysics, it's who we are...naturally. I love you.
Tomorrow is not promised but let's promise that we will look forward to it. With Love in our hearts and sweetness in our sashays...Women can heal the world. We can start by healing our male counterparts.
(Black Man, know I always and forever eternally Love you Baby! *3 winks* Oooow!)
Save Black Love...it is...everything that IS.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Am I too BLACK for You??
Am I too BLACK for You??
No really...
Butternut Toffee, Sweet Mahogany Coffee....I Am
Yet you tell me my taste is tart?
Am I...too Ancient in my ways?? Too star-like when I gaze??
Treasures that you can't appraise
BLACK MAN!!
Am I...too melanin-inspired,
Cinnamon-flavored torch to to your Fire
Everything you desire??
One hit of me will take you higher
I walk with the Sun, dance with the Moon
Wash away the world's ills--Afrakan monsoon
Yes, Revolution is coming soon
Hair standing high on top of my head, every eye on me in the room
Citrus honey kisses, golden hips mistress
A taste way past delicious....
Passion-Fruit
Or strange fruit that hangs from trees
Flowers in her hair, Billie Holideez
The Renaissance of Harlem, death comes in threes
Black Leaders, Brown people, the Marcus Garveys
Am I bitter from the stench of Afrakan captives?
Inner-city ghettoes, street-sweeps, pissy mattresses
Blasphemous! Telling me my God isn't Black!
Look at my skin, how perfect is that?
How should I react...to the trafficking of crack?
We lost something down the road, now I'm fighting to get it back...
From your reality, eye am mentally detached
I call it my Freedom...you call it being too BLACK!
Am I too Black? No really...
Born in Afraka....Roots in Philly
Rude gal tank you, sometimes eye be silly...
But still, I have to ask again...really?
I'm just trying to do me brother,
trying to be FREE brother,
show you I'm still your Mother,
Love for you OVER and UNDER cover,
probably will never be another
Soulstress from Down Under
My Voice vibration is like the roll of thunder...
Am I too Black? No really..
Look at me, my eyes...Black Royalty
Look into my heart, so much stone you see
Being Black is just my...actuality.
Black Woman. (An Afiyana Post.)
No really...
Butternut Toffee, Sweet Mahogany Coffee....I Am
Yet you tell me my taste is tart?
Am I...too Ancient in my ways?? Too star-like when I gaze??
Treasures that you can't appraise
BLACK MAN!!
Am I...too melanin-inspired,
Cinnamon-flavored torch to to your Fire
Everything you desire??
One hit of me will take you higher
I walk with the Sun, dance with the Moon
Wash away the world's ills--Afrakan monsoon
Yes, Revolution is coming soon
Hair standing high on top of my head, every eye on me in the room
Citrus honey kisses, golden hips mistress
A taste way past delicious....
Passion-Fruit
Or strange fruit that hangs from trees
Flowers in her hair, Billie Holideez
The Renaissance of Harlem, death comes in threes
Black Leaders, Brown people, the Marcus Garveys
Am I bitter from the stench of Afrakan captives?
Inner-city ghettoes, street-sweeps, pissy mattresses
Blasphemous! Telling me my God isn't Black!
Look at my skin, how perfect is that?
How should I react...to the trafficking of crack?
We lost something down the road, now I'm fighting to get it back...
From your reality, eye am mentally detached
I call it my Freedom...you call it being too BLACK!
Am I too Black? No really...
Born in Afraka....Roots in Philly
Rude gal tank you, sometimes eye be silly...
But still, I have to ask again...really?
I'm just trying to do me brother,
trying to be FREE brother,
show you I'm still your Mother,
Love for you OVER and UNDER cover,
probably will never be another
Soulstress from Down Under
My Voice vibration is like the roll of thunder...
Am I too Black? No really..
Look at me, my eyes...Black Royalty
Look into my heart, so much stone you see
Being Black is just my...actuality.
Black Woman. (An Afiyana Post.)
Goddesses....
Black Goddess, dark in the night
Giving angels their wings for flight
Spinning around coconut and orange groves in Islands and Florida
Stopping in Georgia to smell a peach,
Hillside mountains like Minnesota
Her curves, well within your reach
If your hands were to create the perfect silhouette
Her body would be only mutely modeled
Your hands wander and you squrim,
you ain't get there yet
Her eyes mesmerizing you like a young toddle
And a sweet scent of Connamon she left on the Holy Land
Her honey brwon fingertips touching the Soul of Man
Adding more color to the night
Giving angels their wings for flight
Arousing many, yet taking no man as a prisoner
To her love and seductress glow though, they would all surrender
Blindly hunted by the meeks of men,
The sun glowing from her face
Her arrogance is well-respected, well-deserved even
Look at her sashay
Natura moevements of heartbeats, eye blinks, baby steps
Like the man whose grazed hands frame her silhouette
As Naturel as crysatl blue water found on Caribbean seas
Her cinnamon-scented kisses leave behind the sand of the world's beaches
Her breath breathes wind at the coolest of times
Her smile as wide as the sky, bright as the month of July
Her skin, still Dark as the darkest of nights
Giving angels their wings for flight
Naree' Renelle Post.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
One Night Stand: My Life's Movie (A Novel by Naree' Renelle)
This here is the OFFICIAL Promo video for my first novel "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie"!!!
Summer 2011 is the goal, with your support, prayers and my vision, we can bring this to Life. Enjoy! Naree' Renelle (Love.)
**PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS!! YOU FEEDBACK AND OPINIONS ARE WELCOME!**
Summer 2011 is the goal, with your support, prayers and my vision, we can bring this to Life. Enjoy! Naree' Renelle (Love.)
**PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS!! YOU FEEDBACK AND OPINIONS ARE WELCOME!**
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Temptress Tiptoe: An Ode to Black Beauties
"The Art of Integirty, the definition of HERstory, all stories. The make-up of the Universe, our Universe. She is the complexity of all experiences; both joyful and painful. The Earth, Mother Earth, golden-bronzed. Black Woman (Wombman). Love, Wisdom, Divinity." -Naree Renelle'
"She sits upon her regal throne, surrounded by dynasties of old, Pyraminds are her rings, the STARS, her eyes, And when she speaks, her voice rolls, like THUNDER in the Sky." -Vernon J. Davis Jr.
The Black Woman's image is everywhere, if you really think about it. Though she may come disguised in many forms (i.e. Caucasian women with thick hair and tans), her image is still the roots for Eternal Beauty. The entire world marvels at her sun-kissed eyes; that ignite a passion in men it takes eons to cool. Her sultry stance, her glowing skin, her untamed natural beauty. Be not deceived, nature comes in all colors and with much variety. But the ripe fruit of Afrika called the Black Woman is the Alpha and Omega of Beauty. Ebony Brown Nubian Bliss Black Roses from the Heavens, She is.
How could you ever question the Creator's Divine Glory when you see the perfection of Creation itself everyday in: the Black Woman.
Oh yeah, we come in ALL types of different colors too. You must embrace every mahogany undertone and vanilla hint. The smoothness of our skin is always as sweet as dark chocolate.
Butter pecan, caramel, honey or cinnamon. Any flavor you savor can be found in the Black Woman. Both literally and figuratively speaking. *wink*
This beauty is Ancient, not to be confused with the superficial societal view. This beauty is Sacred. As Black Women, Sacred Beauty is one of our powers. Along with Sacred words, Sacred healing, Sacred cooking and Sacred gracefulness. A picture is worth way more words. You can have a look for yourself:
There are so many things Black Woman represent. Through thte times, through the ages. Our Love, Wisdom and Dedication to Society as a whole is timeless. Everything falls under the tree of the seeds of Life.
STRENGTH.....ELEGANCE......GRACE.
STYLE.....FLAIR....BOLDNESS!!
A WILL TO FIGHT FOR FREEDOM."Only the Strong go crazy, the weak just go along." -Assata Shakur (pictured above)
The instant AFROdisiac. This creature is everything that is. Everything that you see is blessed by the Black Woman. Why do you think you find her so irresistible?
Much Love to those that inspire us to Live our Life like it's GOLDEN!!!!!!!!!!!
And on top of EVERYTHING else, our First Lady is a Black Woman. Now how Real is that??
(All Black Everything....Michelle Obama!!)
So Love yourselves Black Women, know that we are the living example of God's shining Glory. And Love us too Black Men, because it is our nature to Love you. When the Black Man understands the Sacred association with the Black Wombman, and the Black Woman learns to yield her power only for the greater good, we will then we re-ignite the flame of Black Love.
ATTENTION: Fellas....and females. Pictured above is neither a "Bitch" nor a "Hoe." Please stop using these names to describe us. And ladies, we must stop responding to these titles and using them amongst ourselves. Rise Up!
Finding the God-blessed feminine energy essence within myself is the driving factor behind such a post. I hope you enjoyed and hope you will be back. The only place we have to go is up...toward the Sky Mother. Love always, Naree' Renelle
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