Black Don't Crack & Love Don't Hurt

"Built like a stallion....I saw you out running the other day 
If I was a slave owner I'd definitely offer top pay

Your Back, legs and arms so strong guarantees your proper handling of a mule....."

 WTF! That ain't no compliment.  Man that shit ain't cool!

I was thinking more Cleopatra, Sade's Jezebel, 
Nina Simone at the very least.
 But a slave underneath the sun; pushing a mule?

 I see blood on the leaves;
Loaves of sugar monkeys jumping on the bed
Singing Kumbaya My Lord, Kumbaya.

 YOU PRESSED THE WRONG BUTTON DEAR

ooooooh the HYPOCRISY IS LAUGHABLE and STILL I RISE.......


In reality: words hurt sometimes especially when they come from those we trust with our feelings.  Even if they land upon your soul's surface by accident they often leave us scarred, insecure and confused about the definition of love and friendship.
We are all uniquely different on purpose and its high time we know, clean out our circles and
Feel good about all the many aspects of ourselves and keep it moving understanding whole heartedly
 that:

I's got me some living to do.  

Who's sleeping in your bed and drinking out of your cups?