Ignorance is taught…..

The other day I was sitting on my parents patio at their apartment building where their  pool is closed. Maintenance says it is because there is a very nasty bacteria they can’t seem to get rid of in it. It has been closed for the last couple of weeks…..but that is  usual summer time stuff right, right. Here is the kicker…. while I sat out on the patio a woman drives up to the pool area and her children stumble out of the car one by one like a clowns at a circus, big ones, little ones all kinds of kids ya get me. Then here she comes stomach hanging (literally hanging) out the bottom of her shirt, smacking the side of her weave on her cell phone. Now the signs are all around the gates of pool.. “Closed”, “No Trespassing”, but what do the children do, begin the hop the fence and proceed to undress and get into the pool. Now right here I would have stopped my children and said the pool is closed and got back into the car and proceeded to go home, but no this mother helps her smaller children over the gate and continues with her phone conversation…..WTFlapjack is really going on? I think to myself this is why our children are disrespectful. This is why they  have no respect for authority and rules. We teach them not too. I know she sees all of the signs posted on the gate and I know most of her children are big enough to read but they ignore the sign and do what they want anyway. We have to do better by our children, what is this woman teaching her babies? Do they think, does she think this is helping them? What they are learning is despite what the rules say it is ok to ignore them if it benefits you. Even if ignoring the rules can harm you if it makes you happy right now it’s ok. Yea it is hot so go ahead hop the fence and swim in bacteria infested water. Ugggh, then we wonder why our children speak to their elders like trash, we wonder why others treat us like garbage. We wonder why so many of our children grow up and end up in prisons. Because we have taught them that breaking the rules is ok. I watch mothers allow their children to hop this fence day in and day out and I think really where mommies do that at. Here I guess, everywhere but that does not make it ok. Don’t be ignorant, don’t raise your children to be ignorant and then wonder where you went wrong in twenty years.I can tell you right now where you went wrong, when you helpel them over that fence. I can’t fade ignorance. Can you?

What Dreams May Come

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or does it fester like a sore

and then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over

like a sugary sweet?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

.We all have dreams…..but we as adults sometimes have to put our dreams to the side for the bigger picture of things that come with life or simply in lieu of more “important” things. I have had many dreams in my lifetime, some of them I forgot long ago as a child and some I have the pleasure of looking upon everyday. I am ashamed to admit that many times I have thought of leaving my dreams in the shadows and walking away and being satisfied with what I have achieved and wondering “what if”! But me being the me that I am, I just cannot do it.There was a time when I wanted nothing more than to be the host of a television show,( 106 & Park), I wanted to be Sheila E! , glow in the dark drum sticks and all. I also wanted to be a dancer for MC Hammer, then I changed my mind yet again and wanted to be an entertainment lawyer, and yet again a color commentator for the NBA. But like so many things that come and go we lose interest. But the common thread with my dreams are the arts. Music, media, talking, communications. As a child I performed, I wrote poetry, I played instruments, I danced, sang I did it all and yes I ran my mouth. I finally settled on one dream and became an On-Air personality in radio, and I loved it! But this is not the profession of a mother of three, that wants to tuck her children in at night noooo, this profession calls for long nights at the club, concerts and being ready to uproot your life because of a format change. I absolutely loved my profession but I love being at home when my children and husband needed me. I have struggled with dreams. I have often wondered what if I had not chose the life I have to lead the life I wanted as a child, but I remind myself that being an adult sometimes means sacrifice. Sacrifice…… a word many cannot fathom. Don’t mistake me, I am happy with the dreams that I have accomplished. I walk the road I have chosen with pride, my children are AP students, they are thoughtful, polite, respectful and conscious of the world around them. They are all adventurous and curious as children should be. My children and my husband know above all things that they are loved. Things have been hard for me at times and in the last few months have gotten harder, I almost died……. but I didn’t die, I lived and I am posting this because I lived and because I lived…. I have to “LIVE”,…… my dreams…….those achieved and those almost forgotten made me a survivor. Trust this I have never doubted myself or my ability, I am phenomenal and as I teach my children to never give up and be phenomenal I must lead by example….. it is not acceptable to just be a “SURVIVOR”……..I have to live my dreams……I am the arts and it is time to share my arts with you all…. Are you ready? I finally am!!!!!!!!FLOAT OR FALL. So while I am not dancing for MC Hammer or playing my drums with Sheila E, or even hosting 106 & Park. I have hosted my own radio show mainstream and web. I play the drums, and I dance daily with my kids on the WII and I express myself through my words and hand and I do all this being at home with my family, my greatest accomplishment. So we asks what happens to a dream deferred? Well let me tell you that it does not dry up like a raisin in the sun, it does not fester and die. It lives in your heart, walks in your soul, a dream dances on your tongue waiting on the song in your spirit, it plays in your mind. A dream lives, yes it lives forever …. a dream is immortal, but it is completely up to you to decide if your dream has “LIFE”!

Surviving the Game – Part 3 -Mr. ESLD – The Villian

Greetings & Blessings to all that find the time

Thank you to all my loyal blog followers for returning to check me out once again. I truly appreciate you for following my story, I blog what I feel, what I have felt and hope that you the reader can get something from it and use it to help your game. So a few years went by, I had two children, a boy and a girl and they were wonderful. My husband and I were best friends and we as a family had a lot of fun together. My health never was a question in my mind. I had no symptoms of my illness showing up again. Yes, it was smooth sailing. So the years went by and eventually I changed my Doctors so that they were closer to my new residence. Naturally I informed my new physicians of my health history and they wanted a full work up of their own. So I began the normal series of appointments and tests to assure the Doc’s of what they were in fact dealing with. I was referred to a Gastroenterologist (a specialist in the illnesses dealing with the liver, kidneys, intestines, stomach) you get me. So I went to see the Gastro Dr. and he ordered his own list of tests. I won’t go into specifics, but the result is that I was fine. A couple of years after that my husband and I decided we wanted another addition to our already wonderful family. So we began trying for a new baby. Needless to say it did not take long. I had a OB/GYN that I had been referred to by my family doctor. I began to see her before my pregnancy so she was also familiar with my health history and my illness. I was over the moon excited about the new pregnancy, still I worried about my history and whether my illness would affect it. Soon, I began to notice a difference in this pregnancy than my first two. I was a lot bigger, than I was before and I carried big as it is. But I truly looked as though I was having multiples, even my OB said that I was really big. She repeatedly sent me for ultrasounds to make sure that I was not carrying twins or more. She sent me for diabetes tests, the whole kit and kaboodle. She said whoa he is gonna be a big baby, another ultrasound revealed not so big baby. A lot of extra fluid. Extra fluid, OK. Anyway time went on and I noticed those signs and symptoms that I dreaded. My AIH was back and I was scarred. I informed her of the feeling and symptoms I had been having and told her that I needed a blood test to confirm my feeling. She agreed to order the blood test, but when the test came back she said that I was fine, that my hormones probably kicked up a little fuss with my liver, but that I had nothing to worry about. Are you sure?, I asked because I dealt with this a long time and I knew what to look for.But she assured me that I would and my baby would be fine. So I have my baby, after carrying extremely big and swollen feet for the last 3 months. I have him, but there are a few problems. I would not stop bleeding and I had all this extra fluid and they were not sure why. I may possibly need a transfusion. My baby and I have jaundice, can all this really be happening? It was. But he was here 10 fingers, 10 toes and strong lungs. I was happy, but I was sick, extremely sick and I would not know it for 10 more months. Fast forward to the day before Thanksgiving, I was at work and things were going as they normally would for a workday . But for the last month or so I began to notice things that lead me to make an appointment with my family Dr. Though I never made it because that day before the holiday, I had chest pain and decided to go home early to rest. But my husband, thank Yahweh for my husband, he insisted that I go to the emergency room to get my chest checked out. I do it to satisfy him but I an confident nothing is wrong. I just need some rest. But I get there and something is wrong. The villian is here to wreak havoc. Mr. ESLD. for short, he is mean, unrelenting, merciless and he is a stone to the bone KILLER. For those that are not familiar with him, he is End Stage Liver Disease. He is inside me and has claimed me for his own. He wants to kill me. That day began my real fight to win this game. I got weaker each day that passed, Mr. ESLD wanted me bad, but I would not let him win. I could not let him win. Though with each day that passed I was dying, he was gaining points, he was killing me. I would not give up. I would not die. I needed 1 up, I needed a new life. As I looked at my family and my friends with fear in their faces. I knew that he was getting what he wanted. But I had not made it this far, married this wonderful man, made these beautiful babies, to let him beat me. As I stated I am a gamer from the Nintendo era and I hated to lose and this was no different. This was the most important game ever. I had everything to lose and everything to gain. As Christmas drew near, I never faltered in my belief that I would win. Finally I got my level up, I was offered a new liver and I happily accepted, two days later I had a liver transplant and a new life. I had won my game. I’d won my life back, I’d won my husband and children back, my parents and brother back. My grandfather, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends back and they got me back. I was back and Mr. ESLD was gone. I had beaten him, but in my mind and in my heart there was never any doubt that I wouldn’t. Like I said I am a gamer! The end of this game. New Game! Let’s Play!

Suggabee

catch me Wed. Feb 1. 2012 for something a lil lighter

-ARE ALL THE CELEBRITIES ZIGGETY-BOOM?

 

SURVIVING THE GAME- PART 2 – MISSION REMISSION

GREETINGS & BLESSINGS TO ALL THAT FIND THE TIME

IF YOU FOUND THE TIME TO READ PART 1, THANK YOU. I BEGAN THIS 3 PART BLOG EXPLAINING LIFE AS I SEE IT; AS A GAME. HOPEFULLY YOU THE READER FELT WHAT I WAS TRYING TO CONVEY. I BLOGGED ABOUT SURVIVING THAT GAME AND MY HOPE IF NOTHING ELSE IS TO GIVE SOME TYPE OF CHEAT, 1 UP, EXTRA TIME OR OUT THAT YOU CAN PERHAPS USE IN YOUR OWN GAME. CAN YOU DIG IT? I KNOW THAT ALL MY FELLOW GAMERS CAN! SO ON TO PART 2 AIIGHT. LET’S PICK UP WHERE WE LEFT OFF. I WAS 19 YEARS OLD AND I FELT GREAT, I WAS IN REMISSION, I DID NOT HAVE TO TAKE THOSE NASTY STEROIDS, THAT BROKE ME OUT, AND MADE ME GAIN WEIGHT. I WAS LOOKING GOOD, FOR REAL. NOT TO TOOT MY OWN HORN, BUT BEEP, BEEP. AS A TEENAGER THIS IS WHAT I HAD BEEN WAITING FOR. PEOPLE STARED BECAUSE I LOOKED GREAT NOT PLAGUED WITH ALL THE THINGS TEENS DESPISE. BUT OVER THE YEARS I WOULD HAVE SMALL BOUTS WITH MY ILLNESS, BUT NOTHING SERIOUS, YEA I THOUGHT THAT I HAD WON. AFTER ALL THE YEARS OF FIGHTING THIS WAR. MY TROOPS WERE FINALLY COMING HOME. BUT SILLY ME, I DID NOT LEAVE A FEW SOLDIERS TO GUARD THE BORDER. SOON, I MET MY HUSBAND AND WE HAD OUR FIRST CHILD WITHOUT INCIDENT, NOT ONE SINGLE FLARE UP AT ALL. NO SIGN OF ME EVER BEING SICK. YES I WAS THE POSTER CHILD FOR A HEALTHY HAPPY PREGNANCY. MY FIRST CHILD WAS BORN WITHOUT MY ILLNESS EVER CAUSING ANY COMPLICATIONS. I REALLY THOUGHT THAT I WAS HOME FREE. LATER I BECAME PREGNANT WITH MY DAUGHTER AND I NOTICED SOMETHING WAS NOT RIGHT. I HAD BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH A LIVER CONDITION OF PREGNANCY. I WAS HIGH RISK, NO IT WAS NOT MY AUTO-IMMUNE HEPATITIS, BUT SOMETHING ELSE, IT COULD INDEED CAUSE STILL BORN DELIVERY AS WELL AS OTHER THINGS. SO NEEDLESS TO SAY GOING TO THE HOSPITAL 3 TIMES A WEEK AND BEING MONITORED WAS VERY STRESSFUL. BUT WE MADE IT THRU AND THANK YAHWEH SHE WAS BORN ALSO WITHOUT INCIDENT. WE WAITED A FEW YEARS AND I WOULD GO AND GET MY BLOOD CHECKED PERIODICALLY TO ASSURE THAT I WAS STILL IN REMISSION. SOMETIMES I WOULD HAVE SMALL SPIKES THAT I WOULD HAVE TO CONTROL WITH MEDICATION TO MAKE SURE THAT I NEVER LET MY ILLNESS GET OUT OF CONTROL. BUT FOR THE MOST PART I LIVED ILLNESS FREE, I THOUGHT. I FELT HEALTHY, I WORKED OUT, I PLAYED WITH MY CHILDREN. BUT IN RETROSPECT I REMEMBER I WAS EXHAUSTED MOST OF THE TIME. I CONTRIBUTED IT WITH HAVING CHILDREN AND A HUSBAND.  YOU KNOW A MOTHER AND WIFE’S WORK IS NEVER DONE. I FELT LIKE A CLOUD WAS OVER ME ALL THE TIME, THOUGH MY OPTIMISM NEVER LET ME GO WITHOUT FEELING THE SUN. IT IS AMAZING WHAT THE HUMAN BODY CAN LEARN TO TOLERATE LEARN TO LIVE WITH, WHEN IT KNOWS NOTHING ELSE. YOU KNOW I HEARD SOMETHING SOMEWHERE, THAT SAID; THE WORSE THING AND THE BEST THING ABOUT THE HUMAN RACE IS OUR ABILITY TO ADAPT, WHEN EXPOSED TO SOMETHING FOR LONG ENOUGH. WE CAN ADAPT TO PAIN, ABUSE, SADNESS, SICKNESS, BECOME HARDENED FROM HEARTACHE, NUMB TO EMOTION, WE CAN EVEN ADAPT TO MURDER AND DEATH WHEN EXPOSED TO IT FOR LONG ENOUGH. SAD BUT TRUE AND I NEVER KNEW HOW TRUE THAT WAS, BUT SOON I WOULD.

STAY POSTED FOR -SURVIVING THE GAME – PART 3 – MR. ESLD- THE VILLAIN

MONDAY JAN. 30, 2012

THE SUGGABEE

SURVIVING THE GAME – PART I

GREETINGS & BLESSINGS TO ALL THAT FIND THE TIME

WELL FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT DON’T KNOW BY NOW, LIFE IN IT’S ENTIRETY IS ONE BIG GAME, AND ALL THE DAYS YOU OPEN YOUR EYES TO GREET THE SUN ARE BUT MERE MINI GAMES. BUT NOT FOR ONE SECOND SHOULD YOU THE GAMER GET IT TWISTED, NOR SHOULD YOU TAKE IT FOR GRANTED. THE GAME OF LIFE IS FULL OF PEAKS AND VALLEYS, NAYS AND YEA’S, JOY AND PAIN, AND YES SUNSHINE AND RAIN. THE MINI GAMES ARE THE DAYS OF YOUR LIFE AND WHETHER YOU WIN OR LOSE IS DETERMINED BY WHAT YOU DO OR NOT ON THAT PARTICULAR DAY. SO HOW DO YOU SURVIVE THE GAME? HOW DO YOU NAVIGATE THE GAME WHEN YOUR BOARD HAS BEEN FLIPPED OVER AND THE PIECES ARE SCATTERED ABOUT? WELL MY BOARD WAS FLIPPED OVER RECENTLY AND I WAS ABLE TO PUT THE PIECES BACK WHERE THEY BELONGED. NOW DON’T GET ME WRONG, IT WAS NOT WITHOUT HELP THAT I WAS ABLE TO DO THIS, I HAD THE SUPPORT OF ALL THE PLAYERS THAT TAKE PART IN MY GAME DAILY. SO LET’S BEGIN ON HOW THE SUGGABEE SURVIVED HER GAME, REMEMBER THIS IS PART 1. THOUGH I DID NOT KNOW IT AT THE TIME, SURVIVING BEGAN FOR ME AT 11 YEARS OLD. I BEGAN TO BECOME ILL, MY PARENTS NOTICED THAT I WAS NOT AT ALL ANYMORE, THE RAMBUNCTIOUS CHILD THAT EVERYONE KNEW ME TO BE. I BECAME SLUGGISH AND EXHAUSTED. MY LEGS, FEET AND HANDS BEGAN TO SWELL FOR REASONS WE WERE NOT YET AWARE OF, MY MOTHER BEGAN TO TAKE ME TO SPECIALIST, AS OUR GENERAL PED. COULD NOT DETERMINE WHAT WAS WRONG. MY DR. COULD NOT FIGURE OUT WHY MY LEGS AND FEET WOULD SWELL AND HAVE WHAT APPEARED TO BE BROKEN BLOOD VESSELS ALL OVER THEM. I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH JUVENILE RHEUMATOID ARTHRITIS. BUT WAS THAT WHAT WAS WRONG? NO, NO ONE WAS PREPARED FOR WHAT THE REAL DIAGNOSES WOULD BE. I BEGAN TO SEE A GASTROENTEROLOGIST AT CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL AND MY PARENTS WERE TOLD THAT I HAD CHRONIC AUTO-IMMUNE HEPATITIS. WHY, HOW, WHERE DID I GET THIS? BUT THERE WAS NO WHY (JUST HAPPENS SOMETIMES), NO HOW, NO WHERE, (IT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU CATCH, IT JUST DEVELOPS IF ALL THE CHARACTERISTICS ARE IN PLACE).THIS IS NOT LIKE ALL YOUR OTHER HEPATITIS DISEASES NO THIS IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT VILLAIN IN THE GAME. NOT SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED, DOESN’T COME OFF A TOILET SEAT OR FROM A DIRTY NEEDLE, LIKE SICKLE CELL, OR ARTHRITIS, JUST SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS. JUST SO HAPPENS GIRLS BETWEEN THE AGES OF 2 AND 14 ARE PRONE TO IT, FOR WHAT EVER REASON, YOU CAN BE A CARRIER AND NEVER DEVELOP IT. BUT I DID. CHRONIC AUTO IMMUNE HEPATITIS IS JUST WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE – CHRONIC (FOREVER) – AUTO-IMMUNE (IMMUNE SYSTEM) – HEPATITIS (LIVER DISORDER) SO TO SUM IT UP MY IMMUNE SYSTEM WAS ATTACKING MY LIVER AND IT ALWAYS WOULD. SO, TO BE SURE THAT THIS IS TRULY WHAT I HAD, I WOULD NEED A LIVER BIOPSY. SO THERE IT WAS MY FIRST SURGERY AT 12 YEARS OLD. SO I HAVE THE BIOPSY AND YES I AM SICK, SOME OF MY LIVER HAS CIRRHOSIS ALREADY AND IT IS ENLARGED. I BEGAN MEDICATION IMMEDIATELY, STEROIDS. YES STEROIDS AT A TIME THAT I BEGAN PUBERTY. IT WAS EXTREMELY HARD, I BEGAN TO GAIN WEIGHT, MY FACE BROKE OUT BADLY AND MY LONG THICK HAIR BEGAN TO BREAK OFF. I DID NOT KNOW IT AT THE TIME BUT I WAS IN FOR A LONG TIME OF FIGHTING WITH THIS DISEASE. MY PARENTS KNEW, BUT WHAT WOULD ULTIMATELY COME TO HEAD NO ONE WAS PREPARED FOR.SO AS THE YEARS WENT BY I BEGAN TO UNDERSTAND MY DISEASE A LITTLE MORE, I KNEW I WAS NOT NORMAL, BASICALLY I WOULD HAVE TO MONITOR EVERYTHING, NO FRIED FOODS,CUT DOWN THE DAIRY, NO SALT (WHAT) I WAS NOT PLEASED WITH THIS, NOT PLEASED AT ALL. BUT IN THE LONG RUN THE CHANGE IN DIET WAS BETTER FOR ME ANYWAY. SO TIME WENT ON, YEARS PASSED, I HAD ANOTHER BIOPSY AT 15 YEARS OLD, AND MY MEDICATION WENT UP AND DOWN IN DOSAGE. YEAH, THIS HEPATITIS THING WAS AGGRESSIVE AND WOULD NOT LET ME GO. THEN AT 19 YEARS OLD, SUDDENLY I WAS IN REMISSION, THERE WAS NO TRACE OF THIS DISEASE THAT I HAD COME TO KNOW AS A STRONG PLAYER IN MY GAME WAS GONE, OR WAS IT?

STAY TUNED FOR PART 2, FRIDAY, JANUARY 27, 2012

SINCERELY THE SUGGABEE

I’M MARRIED TO MITT ROMNEY!!!!!

GREETINGS & BLESSINGS TO ALL THAT FIND THE TIME,

I’M MARRIED TO MITT ROMNEY, WELL NOT LITERALLY THE (WILLARD) REPUBLICAN WE SEE ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT ON FOX NEWS, MSNBC, AND CNN. WE WATCH HIM AND NEWT AND RONNIE AND ALSO LIL RICKY DUKE IT OUT ABOUT WHO CAN BEAT OBAMA, MY OPINION, NOT ONE OF THEM IS EVEN WORTHY TO SHARE THE STAGE WITH BARACK, BUT HEY THAT IS THE REPUBLICAN FOCUS, WHO CAN BEAT BARACK, NOT THE ACTUAL ISSUES THIS COUNTRY FACES NOW AND IN THE FUTURE BUT WHO CAN BEAT BARACK. REALLY, IS THAT WHAT IT HAS COME TOO? THE CANDIDATES ALL HAVE A FAR MORE SINISTER MOTIVE THAN ANY HAVE ADMITTED TOO. DO WE REALLY WANT A PRESIDENT WHOSE CLAIM TO FAME OR MILLIONS IS PUTTING MILLIONS OF AMERICANS OUT OF WORK? MITT IS A WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING, YEA HE LOOKS LIKE A TYPICAL MAN HIS AGE, BUT HE HAS HURT MILLIONS OF FAMILIES FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY. MITT IS THE FACE OF THE 1%. HE HAS PROVEN THE ENTIRE SPAN OF HIS CAREER THAT HE IS WILLING TO PUT AMERICANS IN THE POOR HOUSE SO THAT HE CAN POCKET ANOTHER  COOL MILLION. MITT IS WHAT WE CALL A VENTURE CAPITALIST, LET ME BREAK THIS DOWN FOR YOU, HE BUYS A COMPANY CHEAP, GOES IN TAKE ALL THE MONEY OUT OF THE COMPANY AND THEN LEAVES IT AND ITS EMPLOYEES HIGH AND DRY. BOLD AS HELL RIGHT? IT ALMOST SEEMS ILLEGAL, AND HE HAS DONE THIS TO THE POINT THAT HE IS IN THE 1%, YOU HEAR ABOUT. THAT IS WHY HE DOES NOT WANT THE AMERICAN PEOPLE TO SEE WHAT HIS TAXES LOOK LIKE. THAT IS WHY HE CAN PLAYFULLY BET 10,000 AND NOT EVEN DROP A BEAD OF SWEAT. HE WANTS TO RAISE TAXES ON THE MIDDLE CLASS AND THE POOR AS WELL. OVER THE LAST 30 YEARS THE RICH (1%) HAVE LITERALLY GOTTEN RICHER AND THE MIDDLE CLASS HAVE BECOME POOR AND THE POVERTY STRICKEN ARE STILL JUST THAT POVERTY STRICKEN. HE DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THE OTHER 99%, HE IS TRYING TO MAKE SURE HE CAN KEEP MORE OF MITTS MILLIONS. NOW, A LONG TIME AGO WHEN MY HUSBAND ( REAL HUSBAND) WAS YOUNG HE DID ALOT OF THINGS TO GET AS MUCH MONEY AS HE COULD, MAYBE HURT PEOPLE, MAYBE MORALLY WRONG, AND HE MADE A NICE AMOUNT, BELIEVE ME NO ONE COULD SCOFF AT THE AMOUNT. BUT HE WENT TO PRISON FOR IT. NOW HE HAS A RECORD THAT WILL FOLLOW HIM FOREVER. NOW I ASK WHY HAS MITT NOT BEEN ARRESTED? CLEARLY, HE WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO MAKE THE ALMIGHTY DOLLAR, HURT PEOPLE, GO AGAINST SOME MORALS, BUT HE GETS TO RUN FOR PRESIDENT.  JUST SOMETHING TO MAKE YOU GO HMMM. THINK PEOPLE, DO NOT BE FOOLED BY THE RHETORIC AND PROPAGANDA YOU ARE BOMBARDED WITH, READ BETWEEN THE LINES AND FOCUS ON WHAT THESE CANDIDATES ARE REALLY SAYING, WHAT THEY ARE REALLY TRYING TO DO. ARE THEY TRYING TO HELP YOU

SINCERELY

THE SUGGABEE

NEXT : SURVIVING THE GAME: PART 1 – WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 25, 2012

SISTAH, RUN A CHECK!!!

GREETINGS & BLESSINGS TO ALL THAT FIND THE TIME,

I, THE SUGGABEE HUMBLY THANK YOU, BUT RIGHT NOW FELLAS WHILE I WOULD LOVE FOR U TO READ ON, FALL BACK A SEC, THIS ONE IS A MESSAGE TO MY SISTAHS. TODAY, JANUARY 20, MY YOUNGEST SON TURNS 1 YEAR OLD AND AS I LOOK AT HIM AND MY ELDEST SON, I WONDER WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS FOR HIM, FOR THEM. WELL, I SHOULD SAY WHO THE FUTURE HOLDS FOR HIM AND I FIND MYSELF WORRIED. THE NATION AS A WHOLE IS FALLING APART AND WHILE I HATE TO ADMIT IT LADIES IT IS TRULY OUR FAULT. WE WERE THE FOUNDATION FOR WHAT OUR COUNTRY WOULD BECOME. IN THE WORDS OF GIRL MELANIE, WE ARE THE CEO OF THE FAMILY AND WE HAVE FAILED MISERABLY. WE MUST TAKE A LONG LOOK AT OURSELVES, OUR DAUGHTERS, WHAT, WHO ARE WE RAISING THEM TO BE? WHAT KIND OF EXAMPLE ARE WE SETTING? I AM ASHAMED, SO LET’S RUN A CHECK, SHALL WE? BACK IN THE DAY A MAN HAD TO COURT A WOMAN JUST TO TAKE HER ON A WALK, HE HAD TO WAIT MONTHS FOR A KISS. WE WERE MODEST ABOUT OUR BODIES, APPALLED IF A MAN EVEN BROUGHT UP THE SUBJECT OF SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE. NOW DTF, HOOKING UP, IS ALL TO COMMON IN OUR CHILDREN LET ALONE OUR WOMEN. ORAL SEX IN THE SCHOOLS IS NOTHING, IT’S NOT REALLY EVEN SEX AS FAR AS OUR GIRLS AND WOMEN ARE CONCERNED. WE AS A WHOLE HAVE MADE IT ENTIRELY TOO TOO EASY FOR MEN, BOYS, TO RUN OVER US, UP IN US, AROUND US FOR WAY TOO LONG. OUR LITTLE GIRLS DROP IT LIKE ITS HOT, WANT TO BE SEXY AND THINK BITCH OR HOE IS A BADGE OF HONOR. LET ME TELL YOU IT IS NOT! A MAN DOES NOT WANT TO MARRY A WOMAN THAT WILL ALLOW HERSELF TO BE DISRESPECTED IN EVERY WAY. A MAN WORTH SOMETHING DOES NOT WANT A WOMAN HE CAN CLASSIFY AS A HOEBAG OR BUSTO. WE WALK AROUND HALF NAKED, IN THE CLUB CRAWLING ALL OVER THE FLOOR LIKE ANIMALS, SINGING ABOUT OUR GOODIES AND HOW GOOD OUR HEAD IS, AND THEN WE HAVE QUICKIES IN THE BATHROOM LIKE THIS MAN WILL MAGICALLY LOVE US CAUSE WE HAD THE BEST BATHROOM STALL COOCHIE EVER. NO LADIES IT DOES NOT WORK THAT WAY. WE USE LANGUAGE IN PUBLIC AND AROUND OUR CHILDREN THAT IS VULGAR AND MUST I SAY IT UNLADYLIKE. WE SMOKE BLUNTS WITH OUR CHILDREN IN THE ROOM. WE DRESS LIKE STREETWALKERS ASS AND ALL OUT LIKE AN ADVERTISEMENT. WE WEAVE THEM UP AND DRESS THEM LIKE MINI CLONES OF SHE’NE’NE AND THEN ARE SURPRISED WHEN THEY HAVE NO RESPECT FOR THEMSELVES, OR FOR US.WE ALLOW THEM TO SEE US WITH DIFFERENT MEN AND TELL THEM TO CALL HIM UNCLE OR THIS IS MOMMIES SPECIAL FRIEND. I HAVE HEARD WOMEN TELL THEIR DAUGHTERS YOU DON’T WANT NO GEEK, GET YOU A BALLER. (WHAT) A GEEK IS WHAT THEY NEED! WE TELL OUR DAUGHTERS NOT TO GIVE AWAY THEIR LOVE FOR FREE. (REALLY)? TEACH HER TO BE A HOE EARLY RIGHT. MIGUEL SAYS IT ALL IN HIS SONG QUICKIE (I DON’T WANNA BE LOVED, I DON’T WANNA BE LOVED). THIS IS THE MESSAGE THEY ARE GETTING AND IT IS STICKING, SO WHEN OR IF SOMEONE ACTUALLY LOVES THEM, THEY DO NOT KNOW HOW TO HANDLE IT OR LOVE BACK. THE SONGS WE ALLOW THEM TO HEAR, THE VIDEOS WE ALLOW THEM TO SEE, THE SHOWS WE ALLOW THEM TO WATCH ARE BRAINWASHING OUR SONS AND OUR DAUGHTERS AND OUR GIRLS THINK THIS IS COOL. THEN, WE LET SOME OF THESE MEN ABUSE US, USE US AND DISCARD US AND WHAT DO WE DO; WE BEG THEM TO LOVE US BACK, WE BUY THEM BACK, WE SUPPORT THEM, BUY THEIR WEED AND PS3 GAMES WHILE THEY CHEAT AND ACT LIKE WE AIN’T SHIT TO THEM. IS THIS WHAT WE WANT? WHAT WE IMAGINE FOR OUR DAUGHTERS, TO BE VIDEO VIXENS, BUT NOT WIVES, TO BE CLUB QUEENS AND NOT MOTHERS ( REAL MOTHERS). THEN WE WONDER WHY OUR MEN ARE THE WAY THEY ARE, WHY IT IS SOOOO HARD FOR US TO FIND A MAN OF SUBSTANCE. WELL LADIES IT IS BECAUSE WE ARE NO LONGER WOMEN OF SUBSTANCE, WE ARE NO LONGER VIRTUOUS. ARE YOU UPSET YET? DID I HIT A NERVE? IF SO YOU NEED TO BE READING THIS AND IF NOT CONGRATULATIONS, YOU ARE ONE OF THE FEW. WE HAVE ALLOWED OURSELVES TO BECOME THE BARE MINIMUM, THE BOTTOM, THE JUMP OFF. WE HAVE MADE IT SO WE SETTLE FOR OTHER WOMEN’S HUSBANDS, WE SETTLE FOR QUICKIES AND 3 AM BOOTY CALLS AND NO RELATIONSHIP, NO COMMITMENT OF ANY KIND. WE ALLOW MEN TO RUN BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN US AND PLAY US AGAINST EACH OTHER, HAVE BABIES ON US AND WE FIGHT FOR THIS TREATMENT. WE HAVE BABIES TO KEEP THEM AND THEN REGRET THE CHILDREN WHEN HE LEAVES US. WHO ARE WE? WE SHOW THIS TO OUR CHILDREN, SONS AND DAUGHTERS AND THEY REGRETFULLY REPEAT THE CYCLE, THUS OUR BREAKDOWN BEGINS OR CONTINUES……I AM AFRAID OF WHAT IS TOO BECOME FOR MY SONS WHEN THEY ACTUALLY WANT TO SETTLE DOWN WITH A NICE GOOD GIRL. WILL THEY EVEN EXIST? WELL AT LEAST A FEW THAT I KNOW OF WILL BE GOOD GIRLS AND I AM SURE YOU KNOW A FEW THAT WILL BECOME GOOD WOMEN. ON A GRANDER SCALE THOUGH, WHAT WILL WE BECOME AS A PEOPLE?  WE HAVE LOST WHAT IT MEANS TO BE THE CEO OF OUR FAMILY, WE HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW IMPORTANT THAT JOB IS. NO THAT CAREER IS …….NOW IF THIS DOES NOT APPLY, KUDOS TO YOU, YOU ARE HELPING HOLD OUR COMMUNITY TOGETHER BY A STRING AND I APPLAUD YOU. BUT MOST OF US…. SINCERELY SISTAHS ……. RUN … A… CHECK! PLEASE, BEFORE IT IS TRULY TO LATE. LADIES, WE ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT EXAMPLE, WE ARE THE CEO… WHAT ARE OUR CHILDREN LEARNING FROM US? BELIEVE ME THEY ARE ALWAYS WATCHING. OUR LITTLE GIRLS ARE LEARNING WHAT TYPE OF WOMEN TO BE BY WATCHING US AND OUR SONS ARE LEARNING WHAT A WOMAN IS OR SHOULD BE BY WATCHING US, HE IS LEARNING HOW TO TREAT A WOMAN BY HOW WE ALLOW OURSELVES TO BE TREATED, OUR DAUGHTERS ARE LEARNING HOW TO BE TREATED BY HOW WE ALLOW OURSELVES TO BE TREATED.  SO I BEG YOU SISTAHS RUN A CHECK AND ASK YOURSELF THE QUESTION….ARE YOU SETTING THE BEST EXAMPLE POSSIBLE?

LOVE YOURSELF, LOVE YOUR CHILDREN

SINCERELY THE SUGGABEE

NEXT : I’M MARRIED TO MITT ROMNEY – MONDAY, JAN. 23, 2012

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GREETING & BLESSINGS

WELCOME TO THE SUGGABEESYMPHONY

I AM THE SUGGABEE

LET ME START MY FIRST POST WITH A LITTLE ABOUT MYSELF. I AM A WIFE OF A POLITICAL, LEGAL AND MUSICAL GENIUS AND YES HE IS FINE, FOR ALMOST 10 YEARS, A MOTHER OF 3 FUTURE JOB CREATORS. I AM THE SISTER OF AN ARTISTIC GOD AND THE PRODUCT OF REAL BLACK LOVE!! A SURVIVOR, A FORMER ON-AIR PERSONALITY AND SINCE MY MANISFESTATION INTO YAHWEH’S GOOD GREEN EARTH, A SOUL SISTAH!!! CAN YA DIG IT ?? YEA……. ALRIGHT, NOW I WILL GIVE MY UNEDITED THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, MARRIAGE, CHILDREN, POLITICS, RELIGION, AND OF COURSE OUR NATION AND OUR PEOPLE, OF COURSE I WILL GIVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THE LIGHTER SIDE SUCH AS MUSIC (MY 1ST LOVE), SPORTS, FOOD, ENTERTAINMENT, ART AND LIFESTYLE. BUT DON’T GET IT TWISTED, MY THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS CAN BE HARSH BECAUSE AFTER ALL THEY WILL BE TRUTH, MY TRUTH AT LEAST. I HOPE YOU AS THE READER WILL GET SOMETHING FROM WHAT I SHARE WITH YOU AND HOPEFULLY YOU ENJOY IT. THOUGH…… I COMPLETELY EXPECT SOME NOT TO APPRECIATE MY WORDS, YOU WILL RESPECT THEM!!!!!

AND REMEMBER……. PUNKS, SUCKAS JUMP UP TO GET BEAT DOWN!!!!!!!!

SO SIT BACK, RELAX AND ENJOY THE RIDE OF BRAINWORK AND WORDPLAY FROM THE UNIQUE MIND OF ME

THE SUGGABEE

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