Anybody who knows me (not necessarily in the Biblical sense, mind you), knows that it's very simple to make La Negra Linda happy(I speak of myself in the 3rd person ALL the damn time. Got that ish from my mama). In fact there are only four real things that bring me ABSOLUTE joy, no matter what.
1) Food- La Negra Linda EATS. I'm quite finicky, picky, or whatever you wanna call it, and once I've discovered a type of food that doesn't make me cringe at the sight or smell of it, Negra is doin some SERIOUS consuming, son. Trust.
2) Music- I love music. When I was much younger, my father was a musician. Not the kind who smoked cigarettes, and propped me up on his knee, while telling me about how when he made it big, he was gonna by me a pony, then I wouldn't see the nigga for 6-7 months, due to his being on various "gigs", but in reality he was just livin with one of his hoes, that was payin his bills, so that he could have time to write, but wasn't writin nothin 'cause he had writers block, and she just didn't understand or appreciate his art, because she didn't really love him-- all while my mama was talkin' to me and my sister 'bout how he wasn't no good he was, which would make us cry, and be devoted to our father more than or mother, 'cause that nigga was gone buy us a pony, while she had stuff on lay-away at K-Mart for us ( how Hemingway of me). Na uh. I had, and still HAVE a GOOD father. He introduced me to music. He would play songs for my sister and I ( She's older than I am, and that trick got a SONG written about her when she was born), and explain all the instruments (and he played ALL of them), what they were called, how they were used, etc. To this day my music of choice is the classic R&B that he played for me.
3) Shopping- I'm a woman. 'Nuff said.
4) Men- Good GOD almighty do I love me some mens! I mean, 3 and 4 are tied in with each other! I go shopping all the time to be up on my game for menses!
Say what you will about women not needing a man to "validate them in anyway. You know what I say to that shit? Eff that,yo! Validate me nigga. Validate the FUCK outta me. I love everything about men. The way they, look, smell, talk. Fab, you hear me? FAB!
The only problem is that my adulation for all things male, I think causes extreme myopia, which ultimately brings about brutal mental anguish.
There's this guy I like. Fuck what you heard, despite my name, La Negra Linda has self esteem so low it can be scrapped off the ocean floor. And he's a gangster. No, not like " Nah, son, I don't wear no briefs, nigga, nah'msauin?! I'm a gansta. I wears DRAWZ, my nigga D-R- AWZ." No, not like that. Gangster as in this mofo started bangin' we he was NINE. His MAMA y'all, was in this gang, and was KILLED by her rivals. That kind of a gangster. He's NOT my boyfriend, and I'm not sure I would (hell who am I kidding, I do, I just don't wanna get shot) even want him to be my boyfriend. He just gives me attention. And I am an attention, is-you-buyin'-'cause I'se sellin'- WHORE.
Recently, I've been doing all the stuff that HE should be doing. I.E. paying his insurance, phone bill, buying dinner (am I getting PIMPED? Gah DAYUM, I really AM a whore! lol but not really =( ). And I've been getting a lil' less attention than usual. But you know what? I DON'T feel used! "Of course Negra you don't feel used. You like the guy". Okay, okay, maybe that's true. But remember how I told you guys about how much my hot behind liked men? I will JUMP at the opportunity to leave one, and get me another damn one. I've been used before. Hell, I get used all the time, really. Not always with money. In fact, when I 'm being used, it only deals with money, maybe 40% of the time. So, my point to this pointless post is : I KNOW when I'm being used. And when I get to that point, I stop. And maybe I'm blinded by his good dic--er-- personality, but, I don't feel like I'm being used. I could very well be.
My only problem with this guy is that I don't feel appreciated sometimes. That's why I'm fixin' to be done. Yea, Yea, I know I need to be done, cause homeboy used to be a pimp, has a baby mama(at 20), has a record longer than Crenshaw Blvd, and occasionally uses crystal meth, but we ain't talkin' bout that right now. I really need to get my ish straight. There are sooo many things wrong with this guy, but I am doing with him, what I do with MANY people. I ignore your faults and focus on what's "right" with you, rather than what's "wrong" with you. Is that wrong fam? Fam. Look at me actin' like I got folks really reading this jive.
1) Food- La Negra Linda EATS. I'm quite finicky, picky, or whatever you wanna call it, and once I've discovered a type of food that doesn't make me cringe at the sight or smell of it, Negra is doin some SERIOUS consuming, son. Trust.
2) Music- I love music. When I was much younger, my father was a musician. Not the kind who smoked cigarettes, and propped me up on his knee, while telling me about how when he made it big, he was gonna by me a pony, then I wouldn't see the nigga for 6-7 months, due to his being on various "gigs", but in reality he was just livin with one of his hoes, that was payin his bills, so that he could have time to write, but wasn't writin nothin 'cause he had writers block, and she just didn't understand or appreciate his art, because she didn't really love him-- all while my mama was talkin' to me and my sister 'bout how he wasn't no good he was, which would make us cry, and be devoted to our father more than or mother, 'cause that nigga was gone buy us a pony, while she had stuff on lay-away at K-Mart for us ( how Hemingway of me). Na uh. I had, and still HAVE a GOOD father. He introduced me to music. He would play songs for my sister and I ( She's older than I am, and that trick got a SONG written about her when she was born), and explain all the instruments (and he played ALL of them), what they were called, how they were used, etc. To this day my music of choice is the classic R&B that he played for me.
3) Shopping- I'm a woman. 'Nuff said.
4) Men- Good GOD almighty do I love me some mens! I mean, 3 and 4 are tied in with each other! I go shopping all the time to be up on my game for menses!
Say what you will about women not needing a man to "validate them in anyway. You know what I say to that shit? Eff that,yo! Validate me nigga. Validate the FUCK outta me. I love everything about men. The way they, look, smell, talk. Fab, you hear me? FAB!
The only problem is that my adulation for all things male, I think causes extreme myopia, which ultimately brings about brutal mental anguish.
There's this guy I like. Fuck what you heard, despite my name, La Negra Linda has self esteem so low it can be scrapped off the ocean floor. And he's a gangster. No, not like " Nah, son, I don't wear no briefs, nigga, nah'msauin?! I'm a gansta. I wears DRAWZ, my nigga D-R- AWZ." No, not like that. Gangster as in this mofo started bangin' we he was NINE. His MAMA y'all, was in this gang, and was KILLED by her rivals. That kind of a gangster. He's NOT my boyfriend, and I'm not sure I would (hell who am I kidding, I do, I just don't wanna get shot) even want him to be my boyfriend. He just gives me attention. And I am an attention, is-you-buyin'-'cause I'se sellin'- WHORE.
Recently, I've been doing all the stuff that HE should be doing. I.E. paying his insurance, phone bill, buying dinner (am I getting PIMPED? Gah DAYUM, I really AM a whore! lol but not really =( ). And I've been getting a lil' less attention than usual. But you know what? I DON'T feel used! "Of course Negra you don't feel used. You like the guy". Okay, okay, maybe that's true. But remember how I told you guys about how much my hot behind liked men? I will JUMP at the opportunity to leave one, and get me another damn one. I've been used before. Hell, I get used all the time, really. Not always with money. In fact, when I 'm being used, it only deals with money, maybe 40% of the time. So, my point to this pointless post is : I KNOW when I'm being used. And when I get to that point, I stop. And maybe I'm blinded by his good dic--er-- personality, but, I don't feel like I'm being used. I could very well be.
My only problem with this guy is that I don't feel appreciated sometimes. That's why I'm fixin' to be done. Yea, Yea, I know I need to be done, cause homeboy used to be a pimp, has a baby mama(at 20), has a record longer than Crenshaw Blvd, and occasionally uses crystal meth, but we ain't talkin' bout that right now. I really need to get my ish straight. There are sooo many things wrong with this guy, but I am doing with him, what I do with MANY people. I ignore your faults and focus on what's "right" with you, rather than what's "wrong" with you. Is that wrong fam? Fam. Look at me actin' like I got folks really reading this jive.
3 comments:
Where do I start, first I love your style of writing. You are very clever, good for you.
So now that we have established that you are smart and seemingly know what the deal is.
Dump the loser, dont wait till you feel used, know you are BEING used, that is enuff.
I am telling you as a bitch who has been there...I have paid phone bills, metrocards all that shit. When a man takes from you like that and don't give back...fuck that...a real man wouldnt take all that for.
Work on you, build you, its one thing to support a dude, but money shouldnt be the way you do it. De there fo a man...for YOUR MAN.
WHAT HAS OLD BOY COMMITTED TO MAKE YOU DO THIS FOR HIM...baby good dick is a dime a dozen, truss sweety it is, I ain't lying, this old twat c=got stories to tell bout the good dick that ran up in it...
likeing a dude is cool but give to much too soon.
Keep up the good work and work on the beautiful young lady that you are
(look at me sounding all old);-)
Why are you young women calling yourselves "b"'s and flashing the "n" word around like that? Just something to think about my young sisters.
@ Anonymous, I really hope you're who I think you are, because I just read something on your blog that made me smile( in a good way). It kinda made me think. I have a post coming up about that very subject.
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