I’ve heard many men say they’re very hesitant to even say hello to black women because “they always act like somebody trying to get with them…why can’t a brotha’ just speak to ya’ll without all the attitude?” >_> Yeah, ladies, ya’ll know we’re guilty of it, and I’ve acknowledged my part in it EXCEPT I’m making an effort to cease and desist the foolishness! To be honest, my reaction wasn’t due to the fact I may have thought dude wanted to get with me; my reaction was because I’m such a FREAKIN’ CHICKEN when it comes to men! Yeah, I can talk and joke around until the cows come home but try that one-on-one thing and I’m doing the old shoe scuff, leg swing thing…
Yeah, that’s me….sad, isn’t it?
Maybe women do have bad experiences with some menfolk who decide if you don’t go beyond the “good morning”, you’re acting some kind of way and they then feel it’s their personal life’s quest to tell you what they feel you’re acting like {insert the “B” word here}. So to counter the expected “dish”, females just cut it all off short. The only problem with this is, if the dude ISN’T trying to flirt and/or being ignorant, you’ve dogged an innocent bystander!
After personally being in a relationship that didn’t work out, I know there can be shell-shock after one goes wrong; I can only imagine if someone has gone through several bad breakups/relationships. But I’ve always felt, no matter how many buttholes you meet, there’s got to be a prince mixed in the group somewhere. I mean, I have male friends who are nice, cool dudes and I know they’re not the only ones out there. One assclown doeth not maketh them all. Yes, I have faith in the male species!! Besides, that same assclown may have been one of the “good guys” before an untrusting, hurt woman turned him otherwise.
Ok, all of this to say…stop ignoring, disrespecting, judging, emasculating, etc…our brothers on the basis of a few (or many) assclowns. The effort it takes to smile and simply say “hello” is much less stress than the whole “anticipation of a confrontation” that happens when we’re walking along, see a brotha’ approaching, then deciphering ALL of the conversation we have in our heads about how we’re going to ignore him. Smile….”hello”…keep it moving” …see? …not even two seconds…
**For those who didn’t do the assigned homework (google lyrics) here are the lyrics to Wale’s song “Diary” (video below):
“If I told you I wanted to talk to you,
You think I'm try'na holla at you,
And maybe I am but,
You wouldn't hear me out anyway's would you? ,
Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like,
Short days, long nights,
By the phone, no call,
Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind, got me goin' down that road,
Heart made of stone,
Far away from home,
Black woman you cold,
Every problem you ever had with another man I gotta face,
Started off on thin ice,
I'm still here but I can't skate,
Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, don't think,
Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat,
Queen, you deserve the title but she rejects what I give, while she nurse the wounds by them,
Tried them, didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing I'm a do is gon' work,
Diary of a black girl,
[chorus]
I wonder why I sit and cry,
Wish I could shed all these tears,
I'm down and out,
I'll keep on moving and tryna get out,
I don't know how to move on,
Where I went wrong,
I wish I could live with no fear,
So down and out,
I'll keep it moving and tryna get out,
Somehow,
Raised by a momma who, who,
Hates her baby father so, so
She don't have a problem with, with,
Saying fuck a nigga Quick, quick,
I'm just tryna be the one who never run, but you run away from me,
Girlfriends man cheat, cheat,
Why not me the same thing,
She can't see in me, what I see in her,
This pain she inherit can't be reversed,
I can't even stay living in the shade of all the motherfuckers who played you,
The irony in that is that I aint even that, but you put in these pages,
Wife, you deserve the label but, but, you been hurt before so you don't feel your able,
Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing that I ever do works,
Diary of a black girl,
[chorus]
See all I wanna do is be relevant,
Just tell me that I ever meant anything more,
That you could ever see me and you in another light,
But its like the dark women indoors in the darkest nights by the wrong man,
see all of them have made you incapable of a first impression,
what it do is I channel my aggression with no cable or antenna,
Just intentions to impress you if capable,
Hoping that the material possessions can materialize to a better you,
Cars, nothing I drive can drive you out of this frame of mind,
For such an ugly picture and,
Money, nothing I buy can buy more time for your ears to tell your heart to listen to it,
Diamonds, a girl's best friend is what they say but believe me with the right allegiance shorty you gonna shine anyways,
and everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary,
the day before is better than the present,
so anyone presented in her presence endures these life sentences,
there's no key for release,
no reason to be around,
her minds in the clouds,
she writes it all down,
in her diary.”
Later ya'll! *Check out Wale's "Family Affair"...another deep song lyrically!
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