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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Men & Women: The Unwritten (Until Now) Rules of Engagement : Titles


BA; BS; MBA; PhD; Mr.; Mrs. are all titles. Titles that we strive for in order to demand respect, get a better job, or get a higher pay grade. We pay great money to obtain these titles and take pride in making sure everyone around us acknowledges them, however when it comes to the title that connotes a relationship or commitment people run from it like the plague.

This is the basis of my conversation with a group of friends of mine between the ages of 23-30. We were at a kick back and talking about relationships etcetera and when the idea of titles came up the men in the room were acting like we had cussed out their mama. It seemed the general consensus around the room was that if a man chooses to date a woman (and I use the term date in the rawest sense of the word) that should be enough. All of them felt as though labeling the young woman as their “girlfriend” only complicates things. Therefore, it serves no good purpose. “Why label a good thing?” one of the young men asked. They continued on to say that marriage is only a piece of paper so what is the point of that? The foundation of their beliefs rested on the idea of “it’s more important to do the job of a husband or boyfriend than to just have the title and behave oppositely.”  They went on to say that should a woman ask a man for a relationship the possibility of him no longer showing interest in her is quite high.  So, I asked myself “are titles really that important?” 

Now most of the women in the room seemed amazed at this revelation, but they should not have been because aren’t there more women nowadays choosing to be single or favoring long term relationships as opposed to marriage. Playing house but still checking single when they file their income taxes? But these ladies seemed to be getting an eye opening epiphany as they listened to the men in the room express their views. And each single woman in the room found themselves either resigning to be single forever or accepting the possibility of being someone’s long term “boo-thang.” But why do women accept inferior or nonexistent titles? Why do men feel so comfortable treating the women in their lives in a manner they would not want their mother or sister to be treated? 

While I sat back and listened to the men and women go back and forth on this topic I found myself perplexed and honestly somewhat amused. Listening to this debate made me feel old or old fashioned I guess, because all I kept thinking about is my grandfather saying, “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?” At the time, that made little sense to me, but as I have grown up I understand it more fully. It just seems to me that people (both men and women) either want the end result without the work that goes before it or they do not want to do work at all but in both cases this makes them lazy. 

Not having a title means being able to do whatever you want; whenever you want without repercussions or guilt. If a person doesn’t want a title he/she has the option to jump on the next new or “better” thing should it appear. And if it doesn’t old faithful will still be around. It’s a win-win. Or so it may seem. 

Titles come with expectations and many people today are not willing to live up to those expectations. Simply put people are becoming lazier and more selfish. Let us be honest people don’t want titles because they don’t want to have to live up to anything. They want to be able to satiate all of their carnal desires. Basically keeping their options open at all times. Never committing to anyone in the hope that when/if the next best thing comes along they are available to explore that option as well. And not marrying because it is believed to be just a piece of paper is another cop out. When you forego that “piece of paper” you forego such things as benefits in life or death, unified family, joint assets (as recognized by the law), to name a few. But in essence anytime you/they want to walk away you can and with no repercussions. Easy breezy

Marriage is a standard and standards are a lost ethic in today’s society. My grandfather also used to say you must stand for something or you will fall for anything. And no one wants to stand so is it safe to say we’re watching people fall like dominoes. Walking away from a marriage constitutes thought and serious consideration. And in many cases stepping out on a marriage has other financial and long lasting consequences. People want the fun, but not the potential consequences. People want the party, but not the partnership. 

We will sign our names on shady loans, but not a promissory commitment to love and grow with someone. And there’s nothing wrong with growing apart, breaking up, or divorce. It’s not ideal but it would understandable. At least you made an effort to be an active participant in a relationship; unfortunately it did not work out. All in all titles are not villains they constitute the willingness of a person(s) to put in the work required to build something. Why is this too much to ask?



Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Black Girl Lost


Black Girl Lost
I am a woman of the night
Not the street walking kind but another type
A black girl lost of sorts
Not a bad girl by definition but by force
Or choice

The tough exterior you see is just a shell
But what lies beneath tells the true tale.
Born in this skin with the caramel red tint
Many fooled themselves thinking I was born privileged

The things I had weren’t always what they seemed
Because a lot of my clothes were hand-me-down jeans
But the trick was that I never realized we were poor
Well actually low middle class who made less look like more
But even the labels I was draped in didn’t truly hide
The disastrous hurricane that was brewing inside.

My first was an adult and I was still a child
So my first exposure to men and sex was at the hands of a pedophile
All this before I even turned five.
See if that doesn’t fuck with your mind.
And even though he wasn’t related biologically
The damage would be evident indefinitely.

The person who was supposed to be guarding me with their life
Lay right beside me pretending to be asleep as I cried
And when I asked her why?
She answered, “Little girls must never tell lies.”
The lengths a woman goes to keep a man
But I had to forgive her cuz she was a great grand

On the bright side this is where I gave birth to my imagination
Allowing myself to be lost in a world of my own creation
The place where a kid could be a kid
And no one knew the things I hid

Still it became too much for one little girl to hold inside
I was all alone & I wished I would die
And yes that’s probably the first time I considered suicide
But as the years would soon tell this wouldn’t be the last time
Because the scars would deepen and become harder to hide
And the men in my life would cause me to commit emotional genocide.

Once the innocence is lost it’s gone forever
Trying to get it back is a useless endeavor

So, try as I might my sanity began ungluing
Wish as I may there was no edit undo-ing
Pieces of my soul left every time
Pieces till this day I’m still trying to find

From henceforth my view of men has never been the same
Cause they think with their dicks and rarely their brains
I expect them to hurt me, so like a snake I strike first
I haven’t decided if that’s a gift or a curse
I still sometimes cringe when I’m in the room with a man
Uncomfortable and awkward like being 5 all over again.
My mind sees sex as a synonym for love
A record I have yet to expunge

For years upon years I remained in reckless relationships
Because the pain felt normal and of functional I am clueless
I barely loved the one who truly loved me
I fell hard for the one who loved she, she, & she
I’ve yearned for the one whose hands congregated around my neck
I’ve cried over the one who made me feel no bigger than a speck
Always finding the time to love someone else
But never smart enough to realize I need to save some of that love for myself

Said yes when I should have said no
Thinking it would make this broken vessel a whole
Hurt some because I believed that eventually
They’d go out of their way to inflict pain on me
And as I’ve searched for the love of a man
I’ve totally lost touch with who I am

I once dreamed of the husband, house, kids, and the fence
All in that order but my realization was this
Life is fucked up and definitely not fair
And damn right my life ain’t been no crystal stair

My view of relationships is warped
I govern only secondarily with my heart

Monogamy
Temporarily
Trusting…unlikely
Concerned…slightly
Jealous…rarely
Doing me…apparently

I feel like I’m a curse to men
Because I seem to always hurt them
Not just because I expect their pain
But because I do things without thinking
And even though I regret the acts
It’s usually too late to take them back.
My grandmother always told me I’m innately a good girl
But I would never be right until I found my true place in the world.
For now, I’m a walking disaster unintentionally
But in the words of my granddad “charge it to my head not my heart and me.”
I think it’s because in order to give love you must first love yourself
A craft I haven’t actually mastered yet.

They say the origin is because my father’s name I never did know
And that obviously, I’d have daddy issues right from go

But I will not sit and pretend as if it was all bad
My grandfather, uncles, and step dad
More than made up for what I never had

Still in the back of my mind the question lurked
Why didn’t my father love me, and that shit hurts.

Now my son finds himself in a similar situation
Realizing you’re unloved is a hell of a revelation
I can’t shield him from the pain that is to follow
Rejection is a hard ass pill to swallow.
Funny how my life mirrors his
Both of us being emotionally fucked up as kids

I haven’t always been the momma I should be
And I blame no one else but me.
Ashamed of the person I’ve become
Can’t even look into the eyes of my own son.

It’s funny how people are quick to judge me
See what they want to see
Don’t know me
Have no idea what it’s like to be she.

Tainted by elements out of my control
But act like they’d know what to do if they had my role
Have you ever come home to no food in your house?
And have four eyes looking at you and you have nothing to put in their mouth
Watching them suffer when you’re doing your best
So if the opportunity for them to have better came wouldn’t you say yes?
But you think it’s because I don’t want the responsibility
When in truth it’s because them I couldn’t clothe or feed
So when you open your mouth to talk about me
Make sure you know the whole story

Before you is an excerpt from the pages of my life
In this chapter much was written about strife

‘Cuz I still visit the place of my imagination from time to time
And deposit inside
The shameful things I try to hide

Hopefully I’m not consumed by pain
Not drowned in the rain
Lost in the flood never to be heard from again

Because I’m a woman of the night
Not the street walking kind but another type
Black girl lost wanting to do what’s right
Trapped in the abyss of darkness desperately searching for the light.