I’ve noticed that a lot of the Black “conscious” blogs on here seem to focus on white racist, while simultaneously complaining about white people making everything about them…. Isn’t that kind of counterproductive? Shouldn’t we be trying to keep the focus on us. Shouldn’t we be more focused on bringing ourselves up and educating ourselves and building our own self esteem, instead of trying to tell white people about themselves?… I mean, I could be so wrong. Maybe we need to be doing both. Idk…. This is just something I’ve noticed.
If you ask me how I’m doing
I would say I’m doing just fine
I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind
But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two
And finally I’m forced to face the truth,
No matter what I say I’m - not over you
I love it when he pretends to be mad at me, and snatches all the covers off my body, only to turn back around and guide his hands all over my body giving me goosebumps. I love it when he tries to sneakingly take off my bottoms, and inch his fingers into my underwear. I love it when it lets me run my fingers through his hair all night. I love the way he lifts me in the air as if I’m as just a feather. I love it when he smiles in the middle of a kiss. I love it when he’s the big spoon while we cuddle. I love the sound he always makes when he wants more kisses. I love it when he kisses every beauty mark on my body. I love it when he goes on a mission to find new ones. I love the way he looks at me after we make love. I love it when he lets me fall asleep on top of him. I love the way he loves me. And he loves the way I love him back.
We get it poppin’ like we ‘sposed to do
Instead of kissing ass and sucking dick like most of you
Living on your knees, you got no control
Fucking haters, kick rocks with open toes
Loved you to death though, that’s why I fucking hate your guts.