Dear Sir, Please come and handle this pussy. Regards, Nina

Dear Sir,

I've been noticing you for some time now and I think I am ready for the next step. Waiting patiently on you to make the next move doesn't seem to work with my schedule. You see I am a NY girl by heart and we like things yesterday. Plus, I have had ample time to put together exactly what I plan on doing with you. Congratulations on the transformation your body has made. Oh, what you think I didn't notice. Baby I don't miss a fucking thing. I felt you before I saw you. Does that make sense? Let me explain. When you are so sexually in tune with oneself and have a clear understanding of the chemistry in others, your body is able to quickly identify a match before your eyes even have a chance to cosign. I knew this was the case with you because the night we met, I was high. My eyes were glazed over and I was enjoying the vibe of the music. I remember the feeling when you walked by me, not knowing it was you at the time. Your smell, your swag, your accent, your confidence. It all sent a strong current through my body and rested softly on the tip of my clit. I felt the urge to kiss your lips, especially the bottom one as you periodically massaged it with your tongue. You're such a tease, you knew what you were doing and I liked it. So now its been a few months, our paths rarely cross but when they do I KNOW you can feel the tension. It vibrates, veraciously through my spine and for a moment takes my breath away. I know I am not the only one that feels this energy. So what are you waiting on? Is it that you're shy? Have I not given enough signs to confirm in your mind that I want you just as badly as you want me? Are you intimidated? Has my legacy preceded me?

I dreamt of you last night. It was explicit and just as riveting an experience I would expect us to have in real life. Mutual friends of ours threw a party at the banquet hall of a gorgeous hotel on the beach. It was a themed party, requiring everyone to wear all white with red undergarments. I wore a white corset with a red lace brassiere and a fitted white linen pencil skirt with red lace and silk thongs. I wrapped my locs up in a sexy high bun, accentuating my bare neck and shoulders. You had on white linen pants with red silk boxers that so perfectly framed your manhood. It excited me when you walked in the room. From the looks of things there would be no deprivation upon insertion. When our eyes met and made four, my nipples immediately tightened and became extremely sensitive. With ever turn and every breath they grew more and more aroused, sharing the stimulation with the rest of my body. My body temperature increases and the moisture between my legs began to overflow, leaving the pockets of my vulva and slowly creeping down my thighs. I became visibly flustered and excused myself to the ladies room. What was happening to me? Had anyone noticed? Did you notice? I wanted you so badly at that moment and the juices flowing from my pussy could only be cured by the deep long strokes of you inside of me. This was crazy! How could I be losing control like this over a man I barely know. I proceeded into one of the stalls and decided the only remedy for the moment would be to have a brief masturbatorial session. I had to get back out before my length of time away became obvious. I braced my ass on the rim of the toilet tank then lifted my left leg, placing my heels on the seat of the toilet. As I slid my panties to the side I could hear the moisture build up from my pussy juices and it only excited me even more. I closed my eyes, imagining that my fingers were your tongue and released my body into the slow movements of my hips. It felt so good, but I wanted more. I wanted you. As I feel my body reaching climax, I hear my subconscious reminding me not to make too much noise. I was cumming and it was intense. Oh shit!!!!!! Damn!!! That felt sooooo good and provided the release I needed......for now. I grabbed a few napkins and cleaned up the mess I made, washed my hands and walked back to the party. My first stop was to the bar. I needed a drink and a joint would be kinda nice right about now as well. As I approach the bar, I see you coming towards me in my peripheral view. You lightly place your hands on my waist and greet me with a hug. I don't think you had any idea what your touch triggered but I did my best to keep my composure. I ordered a Malibu martini and you ordered a glass of red wine. As I attempt to open my purse and pay you politely push my hands towards my lap and tell me, "I got this." The banquet hall had a gorgeous patio that led you right onto the beach. You asked if I would take a walk with you and I obliged. The mood was so perfect and you smelled so good. When we reached the deck and sat down, I looked across and noticed you were aroused. I couldn't help it nor could I hold back anymore, so I leaned over and softly touched it. This was your official invitation to have me as you please and I was very happy to know you accepted. As I touch on you, you lean over and begin applying soft, tender kisses on my neck. You hold onto my waist and begin gently stroking my breasts. We hear voices getting closer and abruptly stop. Only a temporary pause because at this point we both know this must continue. You grab my hand and guide me towards the lobby of the hotel where you approach the concierge. "I need a room please for the evening, preferably something with a balcony and facing the water." Classy, I can only imagine what you have planned for me on that balcony. The attendant provides you with the key and we proceed to the elevator. As soon as the doors close you press 23, hold my head in your hands and begin kissing me passionately. I can feel your cock growing through your linen pants and as I place my hands on it my body shudders. The elevator rings and then opens. We walk briskly through the corridors, looking at each other with passion and intent. Room 2369, how perfect. We enter the room and immediately begin. I gave myself to you completely and you welcomed it with expertise and perfection. As your tongue rested on my vagina and began gently teasing, my body went into a state of shock. I couldn't move. Within seconds you completely disarmed me and threw any and all intentions of me taking control out the window. I moaned and moaned until it turned into short bouts of sobbing. Oh my goodness, what were you doing to me. I begged for 20 minutes or more for you to fuck me but you wouldn't listen and this drove me crazy. I cant say I kept count of the amount of times I came but when you saw fit within seconds you went from pleasuring me with your tongue to entering my drenched pussy walls with your mandingo cock. I shuddered and for a moment could do nothing but let out a long hard moan. It was an inexplicable feeling that had officially unleashed the beast. You being in charge at this point was no longer an option. I began to thrust my hips back towards you, clenching my thighs tightly around your waist. I hear you moan and feel your cock enlarge in agreement to my motions. Once on top, I knew or at least I thought the moment would be short lived. Not many men have been able to control themselves after a cowgirl ride from Nina, but you did. It seems to have fueled your craving for more because you then pulled me off you, placed me on my stomach, arched up my ass and entered with a vengeance. My moans turned into screams that encouraged you to go faster and harder. As you continue to violently plow my pussy from the back and giving me multiple orgasms, I feel your fingers slowly going in and out of my ass. This excites me even more, not many men know the art of anal sex and so far so good. You go from your thumb to two fingers, then to three. I'm ready and so open, my pussy is like a faucet and my ass is ready for you to enter. You slowly push in the head and then a little bit more and then a little bit more and then a little bit more. I feel you begin to slowly rock in and out and with every stroke I feel the intensity in my spine. An anal orgasm is like no other and when you find someone that knows what they are doing, it's Christmas. I can tell you are approaching climax because you start to breath harder and heavier. This is my que, I arch my back, spread my legs a little bit more to get a good balance and begin bouncing back on your cock. I want us to cum together so I pace myself, paying attention to your body movements. I think its time, I feel the rush of fluids going through the veins in your penis and creeping its way to the tip. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..........Ahhhhhhhhhhh. You're loud and I love that, it makes my orgasm even more intense. We collapse on the bed and fall into a deep comatose sleep.

The next morning I wake up to the smell of breakfast. I hear you in the bathroom. What was on that plate looked delicious and I was starving but, what was in the shower seemed much more appetizing.......Round 2???!!!

But of course;-)

The Plague of Bum Ass Niggas!!!

Firstly, my apologies for the delay in posting. I have been extremely busy with some other projects, but I just had to make time to discuss some things with you guys. Un-Fucking believable what we have to deal with as single women. The other night I went out with some good friends of mine to this pretty famous strip club in Miami, you may have heard of it. It's called King of Diamonds. Anyway, the friends I went with are married and have done pretty well for themselves. Big daddy is pushing a 7 series and a hummer. Wifey has a pimped out Mercedes Benz truck. So happy for my friends because I remember when they use to share a car. Anyway, money or not, my homie is a gentleman in every sense of the word. Ladies, remember back in the day when we went out, we knew it wasn't even necessary to bring any money because the "gentlemen" would always offer. Its what they did! All we carried was our ID and lip gloss, remember? They didn't aggresivley cat call or howl at us (well except for the Jamaican clubs...lmao) and actually took pride in there attire. They were respectful and really showed appreciation for women. They took pride in being able to do for there women, whether she needed it or not. (my fault, instead of whoring in the early 90's, I shoulda settled down and got married) On this evening, my friends decided to bring an associate of theres' to the club. As we are driving, he makes attempts to have a conversation. Painfully lacking in his social skills. His dumb ass would say shit like, "I know you from the islands cause you got dreads." "So where you been too before." "You must be thirsty cause you tearing that water up." Just dumb shit! I was so annoyed and just ready to reach our destination so that the loud music could drown his ass out. Then out the blue, this mother fucker says to me: "so you buy the first drink and I got the second?" I could NOT believe what just came out of this assholes mouth. I turned to him and said "mother fucker did you just ask me to buy you a drink?!!!!!" I then turned to my homeboy and his wife and asked them if I heard correctly because I could not believe that he was premeditating me buying his ass a drink. ME!!!! I told my friends that they needed to PLEASE tell this nigga who I the fuck I am and I am NOT the one to be coming too with this foolishness. Then this bum nigga had the nerve to say: "oh so what, you a gold digger or something?" That's when I went OFF on his ass!!!! I did everything and said everything but slap him in his face and curse his firstborn. Golddigger??!! No nigga, its called common courtesy. Why the fuck do you think it is ok to ask a WOMAN to buy you a drink???!! Who the fuck does that??!! Clearly, he does and thought it was ok.

Disgusted!! Single Ladies, here are the options we are left with. Bisexual (DL), broke, bum nigga's or married. Now here is where I know some of you may split but "we" (not my ass) are to blame. Clearly, this simple nigga has used this line before and it worked. We become so desperate to be "boo'd up" that we allow for any and all kind of foolishness. Men don't feel as though they have to step there game up because we don't challenge them. My girlfriends and I get labeled "boojie" or "stuck up" because we do not respond to the cat calls or get up out of our seats to walk over to them. Beyonce said" I'm glad I found the good in goodbye." Well I am still looking for the "Gentle" & the "Man" in these clowns.

Firstly, moms/parents that are raising young men. PLEASE, teach them from a young age what a REAL man is. We have to break this cycle and leave SOME hope for the next generation. Show them the important fundamentals of being a gentleman. Secondly, ladies PLEASE understand that having a man doesn't define you and it is not the only cure to completion. Take this "dry spell" and use the time to fortify yourself, get educated and work on you!

Sometimes I just Want to be Fucked. Is there a Problem???!!

Sometimes I just want to be fucked. I don’t want you to make love to me. No need to kiss, or play those tender little games. Throw my back on the wall, pull my panties to side, hike me up on your hips, use your hard cock head to tease me and then shove that shit in. I want you to take my fucking breath away! Make me scream, moan and shutter all at the same time. I want to dig my nails in your back and grind on your dick as we stand up. Whine my hips like I’m at a reggae concert and cum over and over and over and over and over and over…..I want to feel my pussy juices drip down my legs as I curl my toes and squeeze my thighs tightly around your waist. Don’t get too comfortable and don’t you dare put me on a bed!! I want it in all the wrong places. You see that table over there? The one just the right height to get full thrust? Plank me on that bitch, get a good grip of my dreadlocks, arch my ass, spread my shit open and slide that dick in. See that pussy swallow and suck on that cock? You like that? Don’t waste those juices cause you’re going to need them to lubricate my ass before you enter. Stick your finger in it while you pound my pussy. Is it ready yet? I think it is…take that head and test it for me baby. Ooohhh….damn that’s tight, don’t stop! I didn’t ask you for mercy nigga. Handle your shit, I told you what this was about. There you go! Damn big daddy that feels so fucking good, don’t forget to play with my clit while you fuck this ass. Right there! Oh shit baby my knees are getting weak and I feel my pussy getting ready to squirt in 5….4….3…..2…..1…..!!!!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…Holy FUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKk!!! DAAAAAMMMMMMNNNNNNNNN! YEEEESSSSSSSSS SHIT YESSSSSSS!!!!! Wait, where you taking me??!! Oh we not done?? That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Outside??!! You so nasty and I love it…..Fuck this ass on my patio while my gardener cuts the lawn. I love this shit! There he goes right now, let’s give him a good show big daddy. I want the neighbors to know your name.

The First Time I "Rubbed One Out" Holy Shit!!!

I and two of my close friends went on a last minute trip to the Bahamas for a few days and it ended up being an extremely monumental time in my life. I am one of those women that NEEDS to cum at least once a day. If I don’t play with my pussy and bust a good one, I get cranky and very irritable. When I am traveling, I pack my vibrator first and if I for any reason forget it, my ass is buying another one upon landing. I had truly perfected the art of masturbation or so I thought. On this trip, for whatever reason I forgot to pack my vibrator. It dawned on me as soon as I reached the airport and I had no time to run back and get it or find a local store. (BTW, are there any airports that have a sex store?) I was very nervous about this because as I racked my brain I could not remember seeing a sex store anywhere on the island we were heading too. When we landed and were checking in, I asked the lady at the front desk if there was anywhere I could find a sex store to purchase a vibrator. Now I know Bahamas is a strict Christian country but these bitches are just as freaky if not freakier, so the embarrassed/disgusted look on the concierge lady face was a front and at that point I didn’t give a flying fuck. I wanted my vibrator!!! As I suspected, they had nothing on the island. (Bahamas has over 700+ islands and many of them are very small and exclusive) I was pissed!! At that moment, I felt my clit swelling up. Little bitch!! She was just being spiteful and I knew it. My girls couldn’t understand why the charades around getting my toy. Wendy says to me, "bitch just get in the shower and rub one out." "Rub one out???" I was confused. What did she mean "rub one out?" Shonae then says. "Girl, you mean to tell me you've never made yourself cum with your fingers?" I was perplexed. Why hadn't I ever done that? ME?!??!! Miss Nina Niagra???!!! WTF???!!! They began to laugh at me because up to that point, I was the bitch to beat when it came to any kind of sexual escapades. I was officially on a mission. I needed to master the art of making my pussy cum w/out a vibrator. The first night there, while in the shower, I made an attempt. It was a no go...My pussy was like a spoiled rich kid, visiting Wal-Mart for the first time; confused, in denial and wanted no parts of it. By the time I was done trying to get the pussy flowing, I exhausted all the hot water. My bitches were so mad at me...lmao!! I wanted to so bad to ask them what techniques they use but my pride wouldn’t let me. That weekend I did everything possible to keep my mind off of not being able to cum. It seems as though my attempts only frustrated me more, so I stopped and just opted for spooning Wendy and hunching on her bare naked ass.


When we got back home that Sunday night, the first thing I did was grab my toy and get to work. However, I was so backed up from the weekend, even after 4 sessions I still wanted more. At that point my pussy just wanted a good pounding and some serious vaginal wall damage. I scrolled through my phone and called old faithful. He's a really handsome guy but much shorter than me so I could never really get into him. I would always talk shit about being vertically challenged. Well apparently Mr. ShortieByNature had a point to prove. One night after smoking, my pussy began leaking like the drainage in an oil change. We hadn’t had sex before but at that moment I would have fucked a doorknob. After a few minutes of foreplay, I pulled my panties to the side, positioned myself on the arm side of his couch, cocked my leg up, arched my back and stuck my fingers in my wet, dripping pulsating pussy. As he watched me play with it, I watched his mandingo double then triple in size. He grabbed for that XXL Magnum, slipped his head in and teased me. That shit drove me crazy and begging for more. Then he says "let me show you how us short niggas get down." Ladies, have mercy on my soul!!!!!! When I tell you this nigga had me on planet WhereDaFuck!!! Pussy dripping RIGHT NOW as I relive the moment. I swear to god I didn’t pee straight for a week after that.


So once I kind of got that out my system, I was back on track with my usual routine. I was determined to make myself cum with my fingers. The Saturday after my fuck session, I decided to make it a special night and really get into the mood for this. I bought some wine, dimmed my lights, logged into my favorite porn site and turned the volume up so I could hear ALL the sex sounds. I knew that in order to make this happen I had to pay attention to my body and allow all of my senses to be heightened. I started watching some porn and allowed my pussy to get good and wet before I touched it. I made sure my fingers were nicely lubricated and started to slowly make soft circular movements around my clit. Within a short period of time, I felt my clit start to expand and get really sensitive. I was really starting to feel this shit and it was getting my entire body excited. I started to slowly rock my hips and pretend I had a bitch/nigga licking me from the back. My body temperature started to rise and I felt that tingling in my back that I usually get when I am about to cum. Oh shit, this was really about to go down and it was feeling even BETTER than my toy!!! I rocked harder and harder, then I applied more pressure on my clit. All of a sudden my body quivers, I lose feeling in my legs, my back gets tight and then as I let out a loud scream, my pussy squirts an unbelievable amount of liquid and I pass the fuck out. Holy Shit!!!! That feeling was amazing!!!


So to my homegirls Shonae & Wendy…….Bitches, I did it!!!!! #thatsall

Stella Got Her Groove Back & Damion Gets His Green Card: A Win Win???!!!

An ex-coworker of mine brings an associate of hers to one of our South Beach all girls lunch dates. As this young lady approaches our table, I immediately notice the insecurities in her stance. Ladies, that shit is like dog feces on a shoe. You feel and smell it with every pace just as much as the people around you. When she sat down, my girlfriend introduces her as the new Mrs. X (no I’m not going to reveal the bitch real name) Knowing chica for a few years now, I realized that there was a little bit more to that introduction than the surface. So, I grab my blackberry waiting in anticipation for her text. It vibrates, I look down and the message says: “ask to see her wedding picture.” Not what I expected, but I figure let me roll with it because clearly she is going somewhere with this. I look at Mrs.X and I say: “Well congratulations hun, I am happy for you if you are happy for yourself. So where did you meet Mr. Right? What’s the fairytale story of how you met?” She says, O I met him in Jamaica on one of my trips with my girlfriends and it was like love at first sight.” The wheels in my brain started spinning as I tried to figure out what the catch was that my friend wanted me to pick up on. “That is so romantic, oh my goodness do you have any pictures?” Of course, she had several in her purse and hundreds on her phone. When I glanced at the first picture, immediately I knew what chica was getting at. All I could do was shake my head and think to myself, “another one bites the dust.” Before I bring you in on what’s going on, let me tell you a little bit about Mrs. X. She is 33 years old, a single mother of 5 kids and, well, how can I say this and not be offensive……..She is not in the least bit attractive.#justbeingreal She subscribes to all of the fashion dont's, is extremely overweight and does not know how to carry it well at all. ( I love a big girl that's confident and sexier than a mother fucker) She houses a body odor that I have yet been able to describe. She pays absolutely NO attention to the necessary manicuring and maintenance that women should pay attention to and a Pumice bar would be a long overdue addition to her daily routine. I am not superficial but lets be real, there are some things and some people we see on a daily basis and ask ourselves "why" and "what the fuck?" Well, she was all of the above. As far as her personality, I cant say I saw much of any but who am I to judge. Now, her "husband".........was a lighter version of Tyrese Beckford and by the gloss on his lips, the arch of his eyebrows and the bend in his wrist, I already knew what was going down. The nigga was FINE!!!!!! I am not a hater by any means but 1+1 is always 2 and if you plant an apple seed you will never get an orange. So, my probing began. "Wow, he is a good looking guy. How old is he and what does he do?" She replies: "He's 23 and in the hospitality business. We are trying to get a job at a one of the hotels in SOBE but we are just waiting on his fiance visa. He wants us to have a baby but says we need to be able to file for his mom so she can help us take care of the baby." Ladies and gentleman, this bitch has been got! If you don't see it, let me break it down for you. It is VERY common for young men in the islands, working in hospitality, to prey on tourists such as Mrs.X. In a glance you can tell this woman would be elated if a puppy pissed on her heel and nibbled on her kneecaps. She clearly would not be the top 1,000,000,000 pick in a crowd of people. A little conversation, he gets to know her triggers and acts like a complete gentleman. Last but not least, he drops the mandingo, island fuck on her ass and the bitch is stuck like chuck. Why? So he can get that all mighty Green Card!!!! It is the cheapest and easiest way for these men to come to this country. In most cases not only do these women fall for it and get married, they also support the niggas until or if they ever get a job. Some may endure what Stella did (Stell got her groove back) and find her a gay boy capable of fucking the pussy. Or if the guy is straight, he has a girlfriend that understands the reason for his sacrifice. Possibly even a family! Sometimes the guys mother may be the one grooming him, which is what it looks to be in the case of Mrs.X.

Ladies, the caliber of men you date will rarely change. If on a scale of one to ten you have been dating negative seven type men, that's just your mother fucking fate. You may find different variations of negative seven, but bottom line is he's still a negative seven. Personality can go a long way. It may get you across the street but it will not get you to Disney Land. Mrs.X has clearly made some bad decisions in her life when it comes to men. Five kids and four baby daddy's is sign number one. She doesn't take pride in her appearance or herself. Sadly, she obviously does not have any real friends in her circle to teach her differently. Or positive role models to lead by example.

I texted chica and told her she was fucked up to bring that girl to lunch so that she could humiliate her. She rebutted by saying she wanted me to talk to her because she just didn't know how to break the ice on a conversation like that. Bullshit but whatever. One thing I am not is fake, shy or afraid to speak my mind. I also have a sincere interest in helping people and while the truth may hurt, it is the best way to show that you are genuine. However, there is a time and a place for everything. Who was I to burst Mrs. X bubble. I felt really bad for her situation and knew that she had a ruff road ahead of her. I've said it before and I will say it again: "check the bitches you roll with and stay away from yes men/women."

As far as chica that brought Mrs. X to the luncheon, yeah I don't fuck with her anymore. #thatwasntcool

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You Lay with Dogs, You'll Rise with Fleas.....#RealTalk

I have quite often been labeled as the bitch that thinks her shit doesn’t stink. It’s not that I don’t think my shit stinks, it's just that I KNOW it smells better than yours. I really don’t see what the problem is in being selective with the people you have in your circle. I am all about progression and have a very strict set of values and beliefs that I live by. Why would I want to be unevenly yoked? Better yet, why would I want to deal with the hassle. We are naturally adaptive creatures. Whatever environment you find yourself in for a long period of time, you will be inclined to adjust or accommodate others to alleviate some of the foreign. If an English speaking American were to migrate to another country, we expect within a period of time they pick up or at least understand the language. Simple, broke and ignorant bitches roll with simple, broke and ignorant bitches. Niggas that ain't about shit, roll with niggas that ain't about shit. Its just how the cookie crumbles. Or as they say "birds of a feather flock together. I was listening/observing a conversation one day on a train ride to Manhattan. These ladies were probably around 18-21. Four out of the five were very vocal and extra. They were discussing the faults (basically being haters) of some groups of girls they knew, being petty and unnecessarily malicious. Let me preface by giving you a visual...The girls were all on the heavy side and not very attractive. All were fashion misfits in there attempts to wear clothing not of the appropriate size. With the exception of one, there street slang/slur was heavy and very much "bonquisha-ish/shanainai-ish." They were loud and obnoxious in appearance and volume. As they spewed there hate and spoke openly of there sexual escapades with "this bitch" man and "that bitch" man, I couldn't help but notice the one young lady that just didn't seem to quite fit in. When all but that one young lady got off at the next stop, almost like a light switch I noticed the change in her body language and demeanor. I already knew what time it was and quickly figured out exactly what this chick was about. I'm a people person (when I wanna be) and I love studying, learning and understanding human behaviors. I introduced myself to the young lady, told her I was in graduate school finishing up my Masters in Psychology and wanted to know if she would be ok with me asking her a few questions, for a paper I was writing. I was able to get in a good 20 minutes before I had to get off at my stop, but it was exactly as I predicted. Samantha (her name) had moved to Brooklyn from Connecticut. She grew up in a humble middle class neighborhood and graduated Valedictorian of her high school class. This bitch is smart as shit! (no common sense though) She desperately wanted to fit in and the only crowd that had some kind of "cool" factor and would allow her in, were the girls I saw. She agreed that alot of the things they talk about or focus on she didn't quite understand and finds that she has to "dumb down" alot in order for them to get her. However, in her eyes it is so much better than being alone. Also, being overweight doesn't help with her insecurities and makes it hard for her to feel comfortable around people. Sam was quickly on a path of self-destruction fucking with these girls. I didn't have an opportunity to really "get in" and school her Nina style but I did leave her with this: "Create your own following, listen to your instincts and do better because you are better."



Take a look at the top 5 mother fuckers that you roll with. Ten chances to one, you are doing just about as good or as bad as they are. I never understand why we get upset when someone that grew up in the ghetto decides to distance themselves from that environment when they get older. You'll often hear "oh fuck dat nigga Chris man, he done forgot where he came from. Dat nigga dont even rep his hood." Excuse me, but what exactly would Chris be "reppin" might I ask? The fact that he escaped having multiple baby mothers, selling drugs, not getting an education, jail, low income housing, death? News Flash: I'm Good! I do better because I am better. If I want to help the less fortunate or "rep" anything, it will be the children. I have NO sympathy for a grown ass man or woman that uses every stereotype or obstacles as an excuse to be a mother fucking loser. I will not waste time, energy or money throwing venom at people or associating myself with those that do. I do better because I am better.


This simple bitch on twitter the other day said to me "oh you ain't shit bitch I got way more followers than you do." I advised this ignorant piece of shoe shit that unlike her, twitter nor anyone of these social networks DO NOT define me. I define me! What this sloar and many others do not understand is that life is not about a popularity contest. Surrounding yourself with a entourage of random mother fuckers doesn't make you the shit. As a people we are so afraid of our own damn reflections. This fear is clearly crippling and prevents us from facing and defeating center inner demons that we all have. Ultimately stifling personal, professional, emotional and spiritual growth.




Lesson for Today:

• Align yourself with people that are doing bigger and better shit than you are.
  
• Don't be afraid to give a nigga/bitch the "pink slip"


• Do better, because you are better