So I have this friend I want to hang out with but is always busy. I really busy too because I have work, school and everything else in between. After making some modification to my schedule I found that the only time we have free are nights. We are working on this project together right now but I am kind of getting tired of it. I want to take a break but with my limited schedule I don’t know what to do. I am on a budget so there are some things I just can’t do right now. I was wondering if you the readers would be interested in helping me out with a few ideas on what activity can be done at night with little money. What do you guys think I should do?
The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;
the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide
And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot
BY: Sara TK
I got to say, I must suck being a black woman sometimes. I am not a black woman myself, but I really do feel sympathy for them. Base from what pop culture has been trying to shove down our throat, you would this that this would be the age of black women. These days you don’t listen to much love that doesn’t talk about a girl’s big buts, and big breast. Sure America and huge breasts have always had a love affair, but big butts were only a thing for back folks. Having huge lips now is all the rage for female models nowadays. Does this mean black women are now consider the most desirable type of woman? Far from it actually, Black women are still considered to be the least desirable type of woman. This is actually because big buts, huge breast, thick lips amongst other features are only desired to be seen only when it’s on a caucasian woman. This is just something I have noticed recently when anyone of those models decide to have plastic surgery and lip injection people seem to think that is the sexiest thing they have ever seen. Meanwhile, black female models who had to those feature those entire time still are not considered to be a top model worthy. Actually scratch that out, it’s ANY women out there that are not of back with back woman features are considered to be hot. Like to every rule, there is always a backdoor or a way around it. The only you can cheat that rule is if you are of mixed races. This has proven to the universal truth, and it doesn’t matter which races that are a mix or even if you parents are good looking or not. There is a 99% chance that you will be considered to be extra hot/cute if you are of mixed races whether you are a guy or a girl. This is why you will always notice a not so shocking fat when I tell you that countries with a large population of mix race are considered to the hottest countries in the world. Let’s take Brazil for example; It’s a country where more than 40% of the population claimed to be mix races. Because of this fact Brazil is easily found in most “top ten countries with hottest people”. It’s pretty clear, mix people are ruling the world right now. The reason why is because mix people tend to be really light skin if not bother line white with a bunch of black features which like I said is what people really want. Yeah, it’s like I said, it sucks being a black woman because people say they want what you have but only when it’s on somebody other than you. It’s like being a millionaire and people still treats you as if you were not. I know this rant of mine sounds very shallow and some optimistic people can say that you all that matters is your personality and if black women are still considered unattractive it’s because they tend to have crappy personality. I going to stop you right there and tell you first that is racist and second looks does matter…a lot! It matters more than most people are willing to admit it. When you go for a job interview you NEED to look nice, there is no other way around it. It doesn’t matter how much you are qualified for that job no one will hire you if you show up with a messed up hair, ripped clothes, and smells horrible. Your personality can only get you so far in life unless your have a really outgoing, ‘in your face’ kind of personality. The same goes for looks, good looks can only get you so far unless you have an outrageously good looking body. The thing is that most people have a moderate level of both of those things. The truth is you need both of them to be successful in life, especially when it comes to relationships. The reason you chose who to date or not is because of their looks. you go talk to them to see their personality, but the looks are the first things you see and you judge people on it. A black woman never gets the chance to show what their personalities are because they are not “good looking enough”. Don’t even get me started on all of the negative stereotype black women have to live with. If you are black woman out there and you are reading this I want you to know to always be proud of who you are and to stop trying to be more like other ethnic women because when you do that you give in to the system and the cycle continued. Keep being real, natural and beautiful!
All the emotions caged in my heart
As I tried to set them free
But now I’m an emotionless beast.
I am numb to everything but pain
There’s no day that I think I am sane
Every night you haunt me,
But I’ll never be sorry
For burning you alive,
Never will I revive
There’s no explanation
For what I have done
Because I don’t need to talk,
My silence screeches aloud.
I loved you to death,
For which I now repent.
Your love was so fatal,
I’ve died a hundred times.
Now you can’t repeat those crimes,
Stabbing my heart with lies,
Now I hate you.
By: Neha anand read more @ http://allpoetry.com/Psychedoll