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Jungle Luv

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , on November 15, 2014 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.GRAPHICS.JL.2014Warning, Warning…
Nothing is theoretical up in here.  African American women don’t have a monopoly in seeking change to who & what they are in an appearance sense.  Asian women are doin’ it to death too.  Wonder how they feel with processing back into their community from afar and their passport possesses a Pic of a totally different looking being.  Warning, Warning, won’t make up this stuff.  Don’t have to.  Its… Reality.

Accompanying “mine” to the mall, I found an empty bench where I’d sit as she shopped.  Minding “my own”, absorbed in the sights & sounds of those passing, cataloging attitudes in action, the serenity I liked.  Not to last long, invasion occurred almost simultaneously.  Ménage ‘a trios…  Yes, been there but these came as five inclusive of the triple BBBW, (Beautiful Big Black Woman).

Plenty of other benches available, but…  Oh no, they gathered right next to me.  Still in full “me mode”, a clam concealing a storm their first words erupted. “We’ve had our eyes on you.”  Mentally considering the source, my thoughts meshed immediately.  They were looking for entertainment.  Little did they know a premier presentation was just about to start.  Popcorn?  Yes, along with an arousing, titillating mental interpretation in the way of Adult Cinema.  The beverage of choice coming in the way of a fully “laced” Coke.  Yes, things do go better with Coke and mine, it sizzled.

Beautiful Divas, pitchforks in hand, collectively stuck me.  “You’ve got a beautiful child how, do you think she feels when you come here with “that other looking woman” holding your hand”.  Here we were, lights has just dimmed and they assumed a starring role, and I…  Had no hesitation. The scene, I knew.  Comfortably I slid into the role and just before expressing my verbal articulations, considered.  If not but a minute, the thought was there. Should I steal the scene now or…  Retake my power later?  My decision was to wait.  My strengths, solid, this wouldn’t be a prob.  Casualty I replied, “I know she feels good because, I’m good”.  Their facial expressions changed from those of confidence to…  Looks filled with anger.  Madness in mind would be a better description because what I came with, the revision hadn’t been updated within their scripts.

Comfortable with my adlib, waiting for the next delivery, remarkably something had been simply exposed.  Scrambling amongst themselves, wondering how they could have…  Chosen someone they assumed to be a “bit-Player” only to not have been apprised of a re-write, let alone, an entire script change.  Still, they saw themselves as capable.  Focused regained but…  The rabble-rousing was evident.  “Tell me, why don’t Black Men get at “us” the same way they get at these other women? Ya know what I’m sayin’ Brother? ”

Deja vu again, yet when last being in the dimension re-direct at will was easy.  The option allowed for the avoidance of things too…  Sensitive.  Those psychological conveyances hinting at things which could be if only I would be; ignorant to continue the chase down that proverbial rabbit hole.  Not happening, not this time.  Conflict, always the case in coherent dream states, ‘cept.  I was now, wide awake and what came next outta my head, spun theirs.  “Maybe if y’all slow your roll in straightening your hair, changing the way y’ all speak, then maybe your own men will recognize.  Probably stay instead of stray.  Genuine is what keep a male entwined.”

Oh, in their minds they were saying, “No he ‘didn’t, oh no he didn’t”.  But, I did.  I went there and their lips tightened.  Eyes, if they could cut I would’ve been sliced and diced.  One, slugging on a super-sized cup of Sweet Tea, wiped the side of her mouth as the straw slipped out.  Now chewing on a piece of ice she said, “Hey, haven’t you heard, when in Rome do like the Romans do”.  Hearing this I could only imagine silently, “here we go, a history lesson from those who don’t know a ‘thang about what their talkin’ about”.  Still, I had no intentions of flinching.  They brought it and I… Could handle the debauchery they had in mind and that’s when I knew the lights were now truly on me.  Recognizing my “mark” the stance was taken and I delivered my part.

Rome, an Empire consisting of various cultures with each representin’.  Representin’ who and what they had risen from based on enlightening identity.  Identity coming from those handing it down who…  Had came before.  Elders who let it be known that when not born blond don’t be blond.  Eyes brown, sometimes hazel, occasionally green, dependent on the chromosome mix and match.  When it’s like that, deal with it.  Color transformation sought because of advanced technology only applies to those who didn’t know or wanna be who…  They are.  Rome, Romans, didn’t waste time with underclass.  Romans were all about class distinctions.  Who and what Class R U?”

Panning wide, I was now in the Director’s chair and noticed one who got it.  She moved with the quickness.  Retrieved a tissue, dab the side of her cheek catching the tears before they rolled.  In her eyes anyone watching, feeling the intensity of the development knew she knew; Truth Had Been Told.  But, there’s always someone who’s slick and pushes.  This…  Group of 5 had just such a one.  She, coiled like a serpent saying. “But my brother we do this because. Isn’t this what you Brothers like? Blond, flowing silky smooth hair. Huge ringlets, exotic colored eyes, ya know, for that European look?”

Reptilian, playing with her false ass ringlets.  Slowly blinking my way like one wanting to hypnotize.  She came to a gun fight, “packin’”, just not quite calibrated right.  The wrappin’ of her fingers around her hair; a move to defuse.  But…  I wasn’t dialin’ down anything.  Intense, that’s how they came to me.  Now, a demure attitude, hopin’ I’d deflect too.  Not happening.

Personality; they had. But to attempt to ease the pressure they started. Nice try because this new approach, coy so that the assault could continue once they re-adjusted based on my adjustments. Proof they had an inclination of what a Positive Mental Attitude could produce, ‘cept. I had enough of dealin’ with FOLK and their F***ing ignorance of self and kind.

The “B word”, it was right there.  Hovering, knowing it’s intro was about to be announced.  Allowing for the complete destruction of all those in need of an attitude adjustment, but.  How the word would be used despite the insinuating injection during use would have only been lost where they were concerned.  At the slightest suggestion of such a word, assumptions would be made and like BBW, promptly they’d of “gone white”.

Cut, definition of “Gone White”.  (Assumed the position, transformed before One’s eyes, into Sapphire Mode).  “WTF” is Sapphire Mode.”  Oh, my mistake, so much morphing going on here it’s not a wonder how roles have been confused.  Sapphire Mode; recall BBW, now.  See them slighted publicly, simmering silently and then…  They return to their intellectual roots.  A move consisting of physical/emotional content all working towards, regaining any lost advantage.  A position visually projecting One about to lose their mind up in…  Whatever place they’ve found themselves associated with.  Neck rolls in a very sexy way.  Eyes flare, pupils expand and contract without the eyes lids ever even collapsing.  That ‘lil pouty look, they wear it well, and when they’ve got ‘cha to relax your mode believing you have been misogynist, and…

There’s one culture within this vast Western Society who’ve came way before the establishing of an enslaved empirical development but.  This highly visible culture has been devastated to the point of havin’ lost any desire to be…  Who they truly are.  Maybe these disguised BBW (Beautiful Black Women) felt it was their place to, hide who they truly were?

Nah, not it.  The brainwashing had been exact.  Divide and conquer.  Make one hate themselves and in return they’ll turn on everybody else.  Especially those who…  Come from the same beginnings as them.

I’ve been approached, asked way too many times why I’ve gone “swirl”.  Swirl; been there before the term started trending.  Still, won’t qualify the B.S..  What I provide is a glimpse into what hasn’t been considered which is to say.  Seek those who were there with me.  Break out of your small mindedness, inquire from any of ‘em if I denounced who and what I was.  Collective voices will be;  “Romantically I was with him, intimately, ‘til the wheels fell off and even then we kept goin, and he still didn’t change who or what he’ was about & just so you know, he doesn’t do Bugga Bears ”.  The creative liberties on their signing off statement, yes, that last part; luv it.  Defines to all those who attempt to hijack another’s life, invade cautiously.  Without a complete package, you will not be spared.

Recently I had the opp. to listen to “Connie Rice, Attorney”.  She expounded with some serious knowledge regarding Western Society.  Delivered an eloquent statement to which I accepted and internalized as something onto “Me & Mine”.  Those words.  (3 Gens. of males have been systematically removed through legal measures from their homes and communities Warehoused deep in the prison systems of America.)  Her point was to illustrate how a Nation had been decimated in the way of FAM..  A Nation made up of numerous other nationalities who…  Where somehow, someway left alone.  Allowed to continue and thrive.  Listening I didn’t have to imagine nor consider where she was comin’ from.  African Americans were so F***ing messed up in the head.  Remove the males from the females and you have no chance of maintaining any sense or possibility of normalcy.  Knowing this I will not even listen to African American Women who tells me they treat African American males the way they do as a way of protecting them from themselves.  Shielding them from what is comin’.

Real Talk, they have no idea who and what is comin’ because when all they wanna do is, act like.  Dress like and be like those who have raped and captivated you and yours, who the F**K are you to say what will be.  When compromise is made for the sake of personal sanction, you’d better re-consider who is gonna get “sanctioned”.  Eliminated from their entire existence because.  Men are the symbolic vanguards of every society.  Yes, women are tactical, cunning resourceful.  Sometimes more decisive than men, but.  Knowing your historical/traditional points of origin, then and only then will One to the “sum” realize what’s really goin’ on.

A las, my moment on stage was over.  My ‘lil One was returning.  She strolled and those along the windows seals, matching her step for step, adjusted theirs.  I watched, knowing these YoungStars, acting like they were window shopping had an agenda also.  When mine spoke, saying “Daddy”, one of her followers was…  Attempting to be conscious.  Noticed his opening and slid up to me offering words that he thought would be of encouragement .  “Man, you’ve gotta hella daughter, may I kick it with her for a minute, Sir?”  Motioning for him to do just that he gladly took a seat but couldn’t stop talking to me. “Pops she got that exotic thing goin’ on, like… She’s different. Way way different.”  My thoughts, “yeah, and I just fell off a banana boat. Please YoungStar miss me with the psychological head trip you wanna take me on”.

Alright, I was cool with his ‘lil deceptive attempt to get me to think he wasn’t lookin’ at her booty?  What…  Did you think, for one minute, I thought he was complimenting me on how she represented because he saw One different than the other.

Psssss; Society, “ours” is evolving and hasn’t slowed from day one.  The thing is, recognize.  YoungStar on the male side was doin’ just what he’s been witnessing since his inception.  Much like the supposedly Adult females who…  Took up along side of me comin’ to the strongest with the weakest, expecting to survive.  Hyper-Sexualized FOLK don’t have to be, nor would my ‘Lil One be.  What will be is a continuation of what was, providin’.  A stage is no longer sought for the mere entertainment of other’s pleasures.  Hummm, time to wake up.