Because I said so

My daughter just turned four and I have been homeschooling her since she was a wee little lad. It was all fun and games at first. When she one saying her letters, two saying her numbers and three spelling her name. But now at four, she is saying way more than needs to be said. Today she asked me "Am I going to be doing this forever" and then after a wap to the lips she formed her mouth to say "I don't feel like writing my letters." Why does she talk so damn much? Why can't she love to learn like when she was a little baby? And then my questions make an aboutface... Who made me the school teacher? Why isn't she in school? Why can't I afford to put her in school when I work almost everyday? Man I need answers and government damn assistance because homeschooling a 4 year old is NOT the move! 

Love. I want it. We all want some kind of love, in some form of fashion. But what kind of love do we deserve If love had to be reciprocated Based on how much you participated What kind of love would you be getting if it were dependent on the kind of love you are giving Love. I want it. I want the kind of love where he could do no wrong. Not only in my eyes, because those may be hidden behind rose colored glasses I want the ones around me to see that he is right where he belongs Love. I want to be stupid in love, but... I don't wanna be stupid anymore Maybe I want to be crazy in love But not the kind of love that makes you act crazy I mean I just want to fall deep and love hard But I don't want to fall into any hardships in our relationship I want it to press on, to endure So maybe I want tough love... given to me by a gentle giant Oh how I've always loved light skinned ball players... That puppy love But trust I'm done with the dogs I want th

Almost two weeks ago I turned 30 years of age. I didn't plan to do anything to celebrate for a number of reasons but mainly because I had a child one month ago. I was able to have a nice children free dinner with my man which was nice but just turning another year is celebration enough especially coming from the city currently known as Chiraq. I hate that word, although it was created in pure truth, it is still ignorant to no avail and 50% the people glorifying the name are outsiders laughing far away from the dangers of Chicago and the other 50% are the culprits that necessitate the name change. But I digress... I'm 30! I have a girlfriend whose birthday is the same day as mine and she celebrated her "dirty 30" in Miami among family and friends. Another friend who just celebrated her "flirty 30" yesterday and another friend's birthday was two months ago... all these women partied and dance and drank their tumultuous 20's away. But what if turni

I come to you all humbled and with extreme admiration for women who have more than one child. Wow. I never thought it would be so... I don't want to say hard and scare the women but HARD. Being a mom of two is definitely time and brain consuming. I can think of nothing more than what my toddler needs now and what my newborn will need later. And oh my goodness, to the single mothers out there, you really need a monthly award because I couldn't imagine doing this without the assistance of my man. First off, this pregnancy, this delivery, this second child is NOTHING like the first. My first pregnancy was a breeze, I gained a little baby weight which shed instantly after my natural non complicated delivery because I breastfed for nine months. THIS kid here, smh, pregnancy was a nightmare, I gained all the pounds possible, I had to have an emergency c-section, I could only breastfeed for three weeks and I still have weight that I couldn't possibly blame on the baby because

When are you too old for a butt whooping? People. Family. Friends. I am grown. I am not only grown because of my age but I am grown because I have successfully graduated college in four years, I have a create another human almost four years ago, but most effectively I am grown because I do not and have not lived in under the roof of my Mother since I was the tender age of 15. I sent an email to my family and many of them took my words as ungrateful and unappreciative but I am grown as hell as I should be able to tell someone, hell anyone for that matter exactly how I feel about something. I did not know that at the ripe age of 30 I still had to tip toe and sugar coat. Aren't we all adults here? This is what it is and this is what it aint. Now whats up? Like really, people need to get out of their feelings and check my birth certificate because I'm grown. I am not only grown because of my age but lets throw in the fact that you cant whoop me. Just swallow what I said from