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Here you'll find my thoughts and experiences on life, poetry, topics centered on faith, health and anything else pressed upon me to speak about. All my work is original.

My aim is to create a platform for freedom of thought. Thoughts that initiate a change which becomes an action and after that a way of life. Thinking costs you nothing, not thinking can cost you everything.

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- J

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Assets


This is for the ladies that are tired of guys who only see one thing, I illustrate my point of view first, then I chose to show the woman's perspective...


In the dark I can see it move, I love to stare, but I don't want the ladies to think I'm rude. I love it almost all the black ladies got em, now white girls too, that might be a problem. Ladies already think we like too much cream in our coffee, they'd rather see chocolate mixed together with toffee. Some think the brothers do it for the money, but she'll say it's all the same in the dark honey. Love the big bodies with the big stick, I guess that's why Marlon and Shawn made White Chicks. But I guess one day the brotha's will come around, but for now I'll pay a visit to B town.

Who'd a thought it would be as big as this, amazed that her figure tells me what time it is. I mean you can't deny it, with them tight jeans it's obvious you ain't tryin to hide it. Wanna jump on it like The Prince did in Bel-Air, seein you walk makes me forget all my cares. It's evident when it enters the room, cuz all the guys' eyes be like, ZOOM! That's the sound you hear, not from me I just say "Oh, my dear!" But enough wit a guy's point of view, ladies thoughts out so we can sort them through. You get mad when we look too hard, it's only because we turn into gunmen and our target's across the yard. But I see how you feel, you want eye 2 eye and you're like what's the deal? Well let me tell you what it is, when we see a fine woman, we act like little kids.

Why can't you respect me for me, and not the thing I have that you won't see on TV? Can you feel what I'm feeling? If you can't look at my eyes I'd rather you stare at the ceiling. When you do that, all I see is a jerk, I try to hide it by wearing a skirt, but that doesn't work, and when I'm at work, it's even worse, I'm about to wear one of ya'll patented 5XL shirts. It's ridiculous ain't it, I feel like you'd take advantage of me if I fainted. You all so ruthless, main plan is to get into my pants so you can use this. You all cheat so much, takin me through this mess again, then you wonder why some of us go lesbian. So boys don't look at this rotund, cuz that will quickly tell me you're not the one. You say I wear these jeans so I have no reason to stress, but I say I use the jeans as my dog screening process. But I digress....and the person that wrote this poem is a beast they must be, a whole poem about ass and it didn't disgust me.

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni

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