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DIVA’S BE ABOUT RESULTS NOT ATTITUDE

Aint if funny diva’s how folk around you think they have you in a compromising position? Not realizing or knowing that you just in the game, cause the outcome or the result could never be compromised. 

It’s probably just my country behind thinking this way.  I’m all paranoid and stuff. And got the nerve to be living it out like a fool.  Of course it doesn’t help that my man and his people call themselves practicing black magic(religion). Imagine what's on my mind.

Okay so now I’m looking at haters hating, and jealous folk looking at me like Ima giant (they excuse to attempt to deny me my success and progress).  In the country we a different type of crazy is all.  But cray-cray is cray-cray no matter what form it surfaces as. 

I may not be a diva but I do get it.  TWISE only females with some feminine power show up as diva’s.  We got some fake diva’s in the house.  I’m just saying.

SOT; You know that many times in your heart you have cursed others.

VANITY......YES IMA NAUGHTY GIRL........

SOT
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I bet you wish this site was about you.  You so vain.  What I'm saying is thanks for using your imagination.  And I like the way that you are using your imagination.  I hadn't imagined or expected anyone to find this nonsense of mine.  Quite a few of you have.   My intent here is to be modern, not delapidated, not medival, or practical (dark ages sh--). For I am the ultimate MBW (modern black woman).

You can't be denied once you've reached your destiny, right?  You are not using your juvenile key words but your mature search engines.  Well done space cadets and others.  You are rewarded. The ship is tight.  Enjoy.........   ;^] 

Faith Evans is doing her thing.  Nicci Gilbert is on one herself.  Loving the R&B Diva's ATL

SOT;  He be nasty whilst I be naughty.

SEASON 1 EPISODE 5: IIWII

WAS IT YOU?

Was it you that farted in the elevator?   Was it you that smelt like pee in the library?  Was it you who was musty at the grocery store?  Or was it you smelling like booty at church? 

:­-/    Silence….the question wasn’t rhetorical.  It was real.

Everybody is always talking defense, de-fense, defense.  How does one defend himself against atrocity?  Easy.  Correct with offense.  That’s right, from my heart I let loose (why you stanky mo….).

Defense can’t handle it all.  I don’t care what the popular, beautiful folk say.  Defense aint enough.  Offense will change the game.   Offense will get one out of stanky situations.  Offense is the best defense.  I live my life being offensive.  I believe in offense that much. 

Stank around me if you want to.  The destruction of life will make you consider how you come out in and act in public for the rest of your life.

SOT;Your own mouth condemns you not mine. 

SPACE INVADERS; WE ARE NOT ALONE

SPACE INVADERS; WE ARE NOT ALONE

I look to my left.  There is a couple calmly arguing about their son.  She is accusing him of not being a good dad.  He can’t understand why she says this because he was there when the boy woke up that morn.  After walking about 5 feet I wish that I had said something.  Something like, like…..I don’t know.  They probably would have slapped me for saying something. 

Now I look to my left.  What I see and what folk are doing doesn’t matter.  I’m not alone.  I don’t see anybody that I’m attracted to.  I don’t see anybody that I want to talk to.  I sit, I pretend like I can’t tell folk want to talk to me.  I hope that no one talks to me.  Dang, this lady just said something to me. 

Because we are not alone I wish that I were a butterfly.  Why?  A butterfly gets away with so much.  A butterfly is the culprit but never expected as or to be the culprit.  A butterfly is given sanctuary then never bothered.  If someone trys to catch a butterfly its to put the butterfly in a safe place so that it can live and survive.  The butterfly gets away with murder.

I’m thinking all this while this lady is speaking to me.  When she’s done I smile and nod my head yes as if I had been listening or interested in what she was saying. 

Thank God we are not alone.  If I where alone I wouldn’t have a place or time to be ugly. Or a time to let the butterfly wander in my mind.

I don’t know what that lady was talking about and I don’t care. All I remember is that butterfly flying around in my head. 

What do you do when you realize that you are alone?  Panic?  Stop breathing?  Anxiety about your breath?  I invite you to stop such foolishness, instead let the butterfly dance in your head.   

SOT; A little folly outweighs wisdom. 

HOW YOU DOING?

HOW YOU DOING?

Do you feel good?  Do you feel healthy?  Do you like yourself?  I feel good.  I have a positively charged energy constantly charging and recharging me.  This positive energy keeps me feeling incredible.  No matter what my thoughts are or what I express I feel good.  I’m happy to be it and happy to do it.  I walked around the flea market yesterday sad and heavy hearted.  I was happy to be sad and heavy hearted.  I imagine folk wanted to talk me out of being sad.  I bet folk wanted to tell me to cheer up or tell me things weren’t so bad.  No one got to said a thing.  I wouldn’t allow it.  I was happy to be sad.  I felt good about being sad.  I was okay being sad.  It felt good to be sad.  I feel good no matter what. 

For a while I felt unhealthy.  I was hurting.  My body hurt.  It was like misery was trying to set into my flesh.  An illness had hit me and tried to become my life.  I was hurting, bad.  After following the advice of a doctor, after being educated on the illness and after using the medicine, I, am well.  I feel healthy.  I don’t hurt anymore.  My body is expressing excellent health when it speaks to me. My body used to have groans now it has songs.  I don’t hurt anymore nor do I expect to hurt again.  I have never felt so amazing or known myself to be so healthy.  I feel healthy. 

I consider myself a 2 not a 10. IIWII. I like me.  I like what I see when I look in the mirror.  I feel sexy when I look at my body.  I see that my beauty is exotic looking at my face.  I’m becoming to me.  I feel gorgeous looking at myself.  I’m okay with seeing myself like this.  I also like my character and attitude.  Sometimes I’m not nice.  Sometimes I put my hand on my hip. Sometimes I’m mean and surely.  Sometimes I put folk in check.  I’m not always polite.  I don’t always put others before me.  I don’t always act christianly.  I’ve been called wicked.  I wouldn’t change a thing.  I like every bit of it about me.  I don’t feel guilty about who I’ve been or what I’ve done nor do I regret any of being me.  I like me.  I like who I am.  I like what I look like.  I’m too sexy. 

Again, HOW YOU DOING? Do you feel good?  Do you feel healthy?  Do you like yourself?

I heard a man say to the crowd “Do you”.  Can you afford to do you?  Do you have to defend yourself when you do you?  I do me without anxiety and me has no complaints.  Me, I’m doing well.  HOW YOU DOING? 

SOT; Aint nothing wrong with enjoying the FOYL.