Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Read in jest, because sometimes the only way to get through the storm is to do a humorous rant along the way and laugh your ass off... This is in response to some recent disrespect I've been receiving. It's not even worth blogging about, you know I will eventually...
Ya cocky sonuvabitch!
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you bitch!
I know you think you oh-soooo-fuckin' better than me
cause Father God gave you blessings He didn't give me,
Here I stand!
I saw you starin' at me,
mockin my mannerisms,
making motions like I was the fattest thing this side of Eden.
I'm a big boy...A BIG boy.
Gotta problem wit' dat?
Obviously you do.
Fuck off cum wad!
Neanderthal brain mofo. Did I even remotely express interest in your ass?!?!
Just cause I got casual wit'you,
doesn't mean I'm trying creep with you!
And exactly who are you to judge me?
Is all your shit in order?
Aw hell nawr, it ain't!
you so busy running around,
fucking ev'rything that moves,
proving yo'self to be a real Black man,
real Latin bruh,
you forgot one thing
I never said I was wanting you.
Yes, I might be a thick brother,
some say fat,
I got issues, plenty of 'em,
but you know what?
That don' make me desperate,
I got some integrity.
I have way beyond your shallow image,
beyond that piece of rotten meat between your thighs,
I got my self-worth,
Though it might be difficult to maintain some days,
I got it!
I might not be phine as wine,
be trim like Jim,
fabulous as you wanna be,
might not be turnin all the heads at the club,
but that's OK!
Cause I know where my heart stands.
Do you know even where your heart is at?!?!
So you do your thang,
and I'll do mine.
I wish you much love in the end though,
cause though you might not see it,
you're still my brutha,
and if you took the time to see it,
you'd recognize I'm not so bad,
just cause I 'on't look like you.
But thems your issues...
I pray someday you'll get it.
Get that the Creator made us all,
big, small, thin, short, fat, beautiful, not-so-beautiful,
and that the greatest thing there is to life,
is not fucking,
(who cares how many conquests you notched on your bedpost?!?!)
or how many friends you had,
but what good service you did while you was here.
So lemme take back my earlier 'fuck you.'
Replace it with a 'Bless You' instead
See sometimes I get angry,
but no harm,
cause when I touch base with me,
It's HIM I see,
clears away the facade,
(and they is opening)
On that note,
I got better things to do
than worry 'boutchu,
so wit dat I say
catch u on da flip....
By Ian Edwardson
12 May 2009
While this blog is not really intended to show adult content, I can't guarantee that an occasional image of male nudity won't appear. Be advised that this blog is intended to be read by people with an open mind. I don't claim any rights to the images nor do I have any knowledge of the sexuality of persons featured (unless they are openly gay...duh). Enjoy yourself and take a small step in my every day life and pondering... Feel free to email any comments or opinions.