It's ALL about the SHOES!!

For as long as I can remember It has been about the shoes. Shoes and bags. Well for as long as I can remember as an adult with the ability to buy her own shoes. As a child growing up in Washington heights with a single working mother shoes were not the shit. Furniture,that was mami's thing. To this day I don't know how a single mother of three had the ability or money to switch furniture as often as my mom did. We would go to school and come home to see brand new furniture in the house. Thank goodness none of us were blind cause shit!! Hellen Keller would have been screwed! We would have had more bruises than the ones she put on us herself. Anyhow back to shoes. Mom dressed well of course but brands weren't her thing so that wasn't a lesson I learned until made my own money and was single myself. Until then my greatest love ( still is) had been books, my books however had always been free. I had been a library lover all my youth. Still am except now I buy my own libros and treasure them as I do my children, afterall every writer should. My shoe affair began a few years ago with a pair of sling backs from Macys at a whopping 100.00 which for me was a million dollars but yes I got them on sale and that was the hook! I never thought I could get such good shoes at such good prices. Now about 80 pair of shoes later I am a regular shoe diva. These are the latest which I got in two colors. And bags? Let's not even go there now. Suffice it to say 50+ would cover it. I recently got my first coach bag and I'm scurred! Eeek! Not that as long as I can afford it it would ever change hee hee....


BlooWriter

Ghetto Factor...

Ghetto

Is there a place fir the ghetto in me when I get angry?

Yes!
Do I always use it.

No.

But is there a place and a people for it
Certainly.
There are people who respond to nothing but ghetto
There are those who can't communicate any other way. I have my ghetto moments and it's usually with those who are much more "ghetto" than I.

I have an undetermined amount of anger in me. The rictor scale is still building numbers to get where I am and although I taper it there are moments when it takes all of me and converts me into a being that I choose not to control.
Of course depending on place and situation.

White people have been conditioned to deal with anger calmly but that calm is hidden rage which can easily develop into alcoholism, drug abuse or keeping your neighbor in the basement for twenty years.
The ghetto factor is something expressed imediately and released in rage then moved on. You blow up, curse it out, bring the smack down and let go.

Should we perhaps deal with it differently for the sake of developing into better people? Yes, maybe.
But at least for me there will always be that stupid, low down dirty motherfuckin trick that will make me loose it. Point blank.

Yes. I am quite articulate when I choose to be but within me the ghetto factor will always be. Not because I need it to be but because I want it that way


- BlooWriter

WHITE COTTON PANTIES...

What greater prize

Can I ask for between these thighs 

Than my pretty pretty flower 

Makes you hard
Beg, steal 

Rub my feet for hours 

You think a fine ass man is a pussy magnet 

Is that what pulls the cooch 

Well pussy hair pulls tug boats baby 

Ain’t that the fuckin truth 

We all know Peter piper would have been better off 

Pickin pussies than peppers 

After-all Mary was quite content
Having a little clam 

Just like my man 

White cotton panties
that’s what he likes 

What bug out his eyes
Along with the cream that comes down my thighs 

when they shift along my ass 

Half on my round cheeks 

Half between the crack 

Its all about that hairy cherry Freddy 

And all the shit it makes you do 

I tell you if that chocha spoke 

You'd be listening like an apostle 

And preaching for it too 

You'd lie for it
die for it 

Pay out the ass if its new
And you haven’t tried it 

It’s the type of trap
That can carry the clap 

When you’d rather it clap around you 

The kind of shit that can make a nigga spit 

Even sing a lyric or two 

That little up and downs song only he can sing 

Red bull got nothin on these wings 

Exercise it ladies 

Keigle keeps it tight 

Hell if we work that shit right 

You'll be cummin every night.