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Stand by Your Felon

The Author Yani
The Author Yani

Hey Guys! Thanks for stopping by my blog once again. A couple people have wondered if I would Blog more than just once a week. Honestly, the thought has crossed my mind but if y’all look back through my blog, y’all can see at times I barely blogged once a month, let alone once a week. I’m doing my best to be a better blogger but some days I struggle with just being a better human being lol. So, baby steps and all that shit.
Let’s get down to this week’s topic! Stand by your felon! I bet some of y’all were looking at this title like “Huh? What the hell is she talking about?” Ladies, how many of you have dated a man for however long and then he unfortunately went to jail? Brothers, how about you? Did you immediately ride that jail bid out with him/her on some ride or die shit or were there stipulations involved that helped you make a decision as to whether or not you ride that bid out with him/her? For instance, if it was only a few months, could you do it? Maybe a year or two? If it was a petty crime like selling drugs or something typical like that, would you be able to turn the other cheek and claim that he/she was still a good person regardless? What if the jail bid was ten years and you had only been with him/her for two years or less? Could you see yourself being so in love with this person that you would be willing to put the next ten years of your life on hold for a man/woman? What if they had (allegedly) murdered someone or they committed armed robbery or some shit like that? Could you say, “That’s okay. It’s me and bae against the world.”? Have you ever? Let me tell y’all now…
NO THE FUCK I WOULD NOT. And this is why.
I had a homie who shall remain nameless that I had become friends with out of nowhere. I always thought he was cute but never pursued him because he was involved at the time. A year or so after I met him, I learned he had similar thoughts about me except now the tables were turned where I was talking to someone and he was single. My little situationship didn’t workout. (I gave that little nigga a chance when I should have left his ass on the short yellow bus where he belonged, calling himself trying to play me. Bish!) So me and Mr. Anonymous began going out to movies and basketball games and car shows and even made plans to go to Vegas for a Mayweather’s fight. We weren’t in a relationship but we liked each other. Then this little “case” popped up. Throughout our friendship he spoke at length about people who had done him wrong, family, past girlfriends blah blah blah, and me being young and stupid (remember my other blog post) I wanted to show him that there are people out here who genuinely care about others outside of themselves. His biggest worry was that he would be locked away with no one in his corner. He was facing 3-5. I liked dude. I really did and stupid me told him I would wait for him. We ended up falling out of contact with one another because of some sheisty shit he did with a business arrangement we were starting. We got back in touch close to time for him to turn himself in and he was on that same time about not having anyone in his corner. So I said take my address and phone number. You call or write whenever you need to talk and I got you. He was my homie despite what he had done. (I used to be a very forgiving person) So we began writing each other and once or twice a week he would call. Some confessions were made in one of the letters he wrote to me. And here is when things went all the way left. I reciprocated only for this ass clown to tell me he had a girlfriend. Bruh! What in three fucking hells? What are you writing me for and rapping about not having anybody and you got a whole chick!? So he lied for what exactly? Needless to say that friendship went south, not because he had a girlfriend the whole time but because he lied claiming he had no one in his corner when all that time he had a chick. So what the fuck did you need me for? To be the fall back girl in case the shit went south. Tuh, I’m nobody’s plan B. They’re married now to my understanding and I wish them all the best. That’s just my personal experience that brings me to my decision of not riding out a bid with a nigga in jail. Remember the book Flyy Girl by Omar Tyree and how Tracy was in love with the nigga Victor who took her virginity when she was thirteen? That nigga ended up going to jail and wrote to her talking about how much he cared about her and blah blah blah asking her to wait for him and shit. She did and guess what that nigga did when he got out? Married him a Muslim chick and left Tracy’s gullible ass high and dry. That’s reason number two. Now for my final nail in that coffin. I have seen too many a nigga who will have chick that stands by their repeat offender ass for years on top of years, only for the nigga to be fucking everything that will spread their legs for him behind that loyal, ride or die woman once he gains his freedom. Chicks put their lives on hold being faithful, doing the matrix past the dick, shuck and jive past the dick, duck and dodging the dick, curbing the shit out the dick, remaining loyal to their felons only for them to cheat with some raggamuffin ass bitches, pissing and shitting all over her loyalty. I CAN NOT! Stand by your felon? Shiiiiid. Life goes on baby. Some of y’all may disagree but the fact remains that if you did not put yourself in the situation that could cause you to be a modern day slave (prisoner) on the modern day plantation (penitentiary) there would be no need to have a woman put her life on hold standing by your ungrateful ass, only to be fucked over in the end.

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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 www.spreadshirt.com 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!

Anitbeet Sweats anitbeettank1 deathblindmute kidsanitbeet kidsanitbeet1 kidsanitbeethoody

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

There's Levels To My Alcoholism
There’s Levels To My Alcoholism

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Look forward to these becoming available very soon!

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