littlesims2chick

I'm a beautiful black woman and I know I am. Society may have a different opinion but I honestly don't give a damn. I Grace the stage I worked hard to even be able to walk on yet you act like I don't belong there....I watch as I'm greeted with penetrating evil stares. Perhaps it's the broad and round curve of my lips, or maybe it's the silhouette of my hips. Or maybe it's because my nose is slightly wider than the other women. Or it could be my kinky, coily, curly, "wild" hair. *** You see....This industry is destructive to women in general but for a black woman it's nearly 10x as worse. It's like having a piece of tape over your mouth and ha

Its either red or blue, Blue or red Either way, you'll still end up dead. I hate to use the word nigga but it seems like you guys fail to realize that the word comes from the word nigger so in this case scenario...I'll use the word to make my picture much bigger. It's been 5 years and you stand over  your cousins grave, you pour a little  liquor as you look down at his  picture and reminisce about the  sound of a pulled trigger. His red bandanna hangs from your  hand. You stand there and say "Damn" How is it that the one who showed  you how to be a man, is now buried  deep beneath a pile of sand? A tear