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Ladies! Stop Caping For These Niggas

B7AD99F7-88E7-45A7-BB48-8F2E68EE5157Hey readers!! Thanks for stopping by my blog! As y’all can see from the title, I’m about to get into it again. I caught some heat from my last blog post, but hey, a hit dog will holler, right? The only reason folks would have been offended is if I was describing some of the fuck ass niggatry they are engaging in. So don’t get mad at me for speaking on the shit. If the shoe fits, make like DJ Unk and walk it out… right out of my blog. Side note: Word press, I’ma need y’all to allow folks to put emojis in our blog posts, please and thank you. Now let me get down to the meat and potatoes of this blog post. Keep in mind, I wouldn’t be able to speak on half of this shit if some of these niggas kept their fuck shit at a minimum.

Because we live in such a misogynistic society with men who come up with some of the most idiotic idealisms ever put out, women are constantly either jumping from one foot to another, or leaping through hoops doing what society has made us to believe we should be doing, and behaving how society has deemed we should be behaving in order for us to “get” and “keep” a man. Ever notice how you rarely hear men trying to teach other men how to get, treat, protect, respect and KEEP their women? Tell me why is it acceptable for men to discredit a woman if she has a child out of wedlock, children by more than one man, and is not all the way on her game (yet), but women are supposed to excuse the fact that a nigga might have five kids by four women, have bad credit, a criminal record as long as my arm, without a clue as to what the fuck he’s doing with his life while either trying to develop the next get rich quick scheme, or making mcminimum. What type of shit is that? I have mixed feelings about this idea being passed around on a meme that a woman should be willing to accept a man in a fucked up situation with nothing to offer, or she isn’t a real woman. And I think that’s what leads into chicks feeling like they need to cape for a nigga.

It’s one thing to be with a man who was on his A game, but due to unfortunate circumstances, he may have fell off. As his woman, of course you are supposed to have his back and help him get his shit together. But if you come across a man who is in a fucked up situation simply because he didn’t plan and execute, and he has more excuses for why he can’t than he has solutions for how he can, or he’s always blaming everyone else for why he isn’t where he needs to be or doing what he needs to be doing, you shouldn’t even be considering him as an option. And to be quite honest, if a nigga doesn’t have his shit together, the last thing he should be thinking about is hooking up with a woman in any way, shape, or form.

Because women are naturally nurturers, it’s like a second nature for us to want to be that rock. It’s natural for us to want to save a man who we’ve been (falsely) led to believe life has dealt him a fucked up hand. We want to show him how beautiful life can be. Mannnn fuck all of that. Stop caping for these niggas. Get out of the Build a Nigga business because 90% of the time after you groom this man, raise him up to greatness and help him achieve goals and realize dreams that he thought were beyond his reach, he takes that greatness some where else and a bitch that never would have looked at him twice when he was broke as hell with nothing to offer but excuses and broken promises, gets to reap the benefits of your hard work. Stop caping for these niggas that didn’t have anything when you found him wherever the hell you found him. It’s not our job because being a woman (especially a Black woman) is a hard enough job as it is. Get you a man who is your equal. Get you a man who already matches your hustle, or exceeds your hustle. Get you a man who compliments your greatness and the two of you can expand on that greatness together. Don’t fuck around and get you Benny from the block that doesn’t have a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out of thinking you’ll mold him into Prince Charming because he got “hood swag”. That shit doesn’t come with a 401K, mutual fund investments, stocks, life insurance or any real security. You’ll fuck around and wake up ten years later wishing you could travel back in time like Blake Griffin in those Kia Optima commercials so you can warn your younger self to run and never look back. Real shit. Don’t ever feel like you have to settle for a man because you think he MIGHT have potential. It’s a recipe for disaster.

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Anitbeet Productions Apparel and more

Unapologetically BlackI got so many positive responses from the shirt that I had made “Unapologetically Black” that I decided to make a few more designs. I wore my “Unapologetically Black” shirt a few days after Destiny wore hers when it was nice and sunny outside and I didn’t have to wear a jacket. Unfortunately, my truck has been in the shop for a little over a week so I was at the mercy of Septa (boo-fucking-hoo LOL) As I was sitting on the bus with my afro and my “pro black” shirt on, blasting Michael Jackson’s “Man in the Mirror”, I noticed that an older gentleman kept trying to peek at my shirt to see what it said. When I got off the bus at my son’s school, since I was a few minutes late, I decided to stop in the store and grab him some snacks. Out of habit, I picked at my fro to make sure it was still flyy and I noticed a rather handsome brother across the street was watching me. When I was passing him, he said to me “Dope shirt, sis.” I smiled and said “thank you” in return. But as I was coming out of the store, here come the cops, rolling up on the side walk like a crime was being committed because these young guys were hanging in front of the store. They were bothering anyone, wasn’t making a ruckus, just shooting the breeze on a warm, spring like day. I’m thinking to myself, shit, I picked a bad day to wear this shit LOL. I hurried along my way because I didn’t want either one of those patty rollers catching feelings over my shirt and deciding that I “looked like a person of interest.” Next thing you know, I’m a hashtag on social media and folks are speculating about what happened to me. But quite a few people asked me where I got my shirt from and I couldn’t help but answer with a smile and with pride as I told them that I designed the shirt. Thankfully, I was smart enough to remember to bring my business cards with me and gave them to the people who were interested in my shirt so they could place their orders. From those interactions, I also accumulated a few new readers and sold five copies of my books.

When I got home, I sat in front of my laptop and made a few more designs. I share everything with my home-girl Kytten and started sending her pictures of the shirts I was designing. I even began designing custom wine glasses. She told me about the site and I immediately set up shop. Now I am ready to unveil my designs to my readers and supporters. From logo tees, short sleeve and long sleeve, tanks and hoodies for men, women and children, as well as onesies, I created trendy, comfortable and catchy apparel to catch the eye of on-lookers no matter which look you rock. The cool thing about it I can put the proceeds towards developing my production company so that I can branch off into film. Having my books translate over to the big-screen is a huge dream of mine and I really am hoping that this year I can begin to make it a reality. Check out the designs below!

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Those are the shirts that I designed and you can find them along with others at my spread-shirt store

These are the wine glasses that I designed. I have to tweak them a bit so that the design shows up on the glasses transparent.

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There’s Levels To My Alcoholism

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Look forward to these becoming available very soon!

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It’s “Tupac Tuesday”!!! *Arsenio Hall Fist Pump*!

tupac2pIt’s Tupac Tuesday. Why do I have a “Tupac Tuesday” instead of a twisted Tuesday or $2.00 Tuesday? Well for one, this is my blog and I’ll make Tuesday whatever the hell I want it to be (LOL). No seriously. People don’t realize how much Tupac has inspired me as a writer. While most (who are uninformed, listened to the BS media and are quick to judge a person based off of what others say) only see him as the “Thug” he was stigmatized as in mass media, after paying attention to  a lot of his interviews, actually LISTENING and understanding what he spoke on publicly and in a lot of his rap lyrics, as well as reading some of his poetry in his book “The Rose That Grew From Concrete”, to me, Tupac was much more than the “Gangsta Rapper”.

I was just sitting on the couch thinking over some things, I’ve been going through a lot lately. Whenever I’m going through something or I feel despair, I think of his poem “And 2Morrow”.  And whenever I’m pissed for whatever reason or someone has done some unspeakable shit, I think of his other poem “When your heart turns cold”.

A lot of people claim to be Tupac fans and are so unaware of his poetry. The one thing I always respected and admired about Tupac since I was old enough to listen to his music along with the first time I read his poetry and watched some of his interviews is his way with words. At 22, he had a powerful mind. Nothing is more threatening than a Black man with a powerful mind. When you listen to him speak in his interviews, it was raw with authenticity, passion and he spoke on things that too many are still afraid to touch basis on even today. How can you not respect him as a man, a rapper, a poet, an actor; an all around artist? He was wise beyond his years and I can only imagine what all he could have accomplished had he made it past 25.

I was 16 years old in the 11th grade when my English teacher Dr. Portnoy read “The Rose that Grew from Concrete”. She didn’t show us the cover of the book, she didn’t tell us who the poem was by. She asked the class to guess. Mostly everyone guessed Nikki Giovanni, Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes, and Richard Wright. I can’t tell you how astounded I was when she told the class that the poem was by Tupac. I immediately went to go purchase it. I thank my English teacher for introducing me to that part of Tupac because his poetry inspired me as a fellow poet even more.

So, with everything that I have going on right now and the way I’ve been witnessing the behavior of people around me, friends, family frienenmies… this poem fits my mood. Here is “When Your Heart Turns Cold”, by the “presumed” late and thoroughly great Tupac Amaru Shakur.

When your heart turns cold
it causes your soul 2 freeze
It spreads throughout your spirit
like a ruthless feeling disease
The walls that once were down
now stand firm and tall
Safe from hate/love, pain/joy
until u feel nothing at all
When ure heart turns cold
a baby’s cry means nothing
A dead corpse is trivial
Mothers neglecting children is daily
Loneliness becomes your routine friend
Death seems like tranquility
Sleeping is never pleasant
if u even sleep at all
u forget ideals and turn off the reason
2 make sure the product gets sold
You don’t understand how I behave
Just wait till your heart turns Cold!