Lasting Love (for the ladies)

Too often couples put the "in love" label on their relationship and never realize that being in love doesnt come with a ticket, Forever. Females always find themselves going all out and putting all emotions on the line for "the one" they're "in love" with. Sadly these relationships dont usually last and this once happy and amazing couple become worst enemies. This is because we, women give way too much.

We strive to be the perfect lover and girlfriend which turns into us bending our morals and values in order to appease and please our "man". Crazily we hardly find any limits on what to do or endure in order to keep our partner happy. It sounds good and makes you a rider if you do any and everything for your man but why do such things for a person who will more than likely NOT become our husband? We have to stop giving our all for a bunch of nothing.

Taking up the role of wifey has furthered our stupidity as a species and is the main reason why heartbreak stays at the top of our emotional list. Most dudes refer to us as "my boo" "my chick" "my girl" and some even go so far as to say "wifey" but these are all positions that can be easily replaced when "boo, chick, girl, or wifey" messes up. As ladies we should strive for eternal roles such as "confidant AND wife" "best friend AND wife" "soulmate AND wife" "life partner AND wife"

We need to stop doing wife things when we are not wives. I am not saying be ready to marry the first man that makes you feel good but Beyonce was so right when she said, "If you like it, then you should put a ring on it". You should not deplete yourselves of wife qualities before you even have the chance to have a husband. Your husband is worth your hard work, time, love, and babies-not some dude that's in your ear telling you he loves you but can easily replace you when your "wife" roles begin to drop from his standards.

The time is now to stop this era of ignorance. If you want your love to last stop giving the last of your love.

Stay True

I wish the words would come to me like these tears do
Or maybe I pick up the phone and hear "I love you"
But yet I sit here with my heart in my hand
It stopped beating when you stopped being my man
I'm trying to realize where it all went wrong
How we gave up when we worked so long
I'm not understanding why we couldn't be
I blame myself but was it all on me?
You told me forever but I guess that was a lie
I thought it was til the end between you and I
Yet my tears meet at the end of my chin
I'm replaying everything over and over again
You seem to be happy and living your life
While you treat me like "baby mama" when I was supposed to be wife
Just pretend like you care, ease my heart's pain
Make me feel like my efforts weren't all in vain
You were my lover, my guy, my very best friend
Now I feel like this hurt has no pause or no end
Assure me that it is still I that holds your heart
Tell me its hurting you just as bad that we are apart
How can two people just give up on love's fight?
You and I both know this thing can't be right
I love you, I miss you. I'm supposed to be your girl
Why do I feel like this is the end of my world?
But what can I do? I cant force your heart's passion
I wish my heart knew of a less painful reaction
Cause my heart deserves better and so do I
So from now on I cant let these eyes cry
My love for you has not and will never change
But to experience pure bliss,this heartache I'll exchange
Just know the time we shared is what I'll never forget
My body will always remember the day our hearts met
So rather you're mine or you with someone new
My feelings for you will forever stay true

World AIDS Day

I am sure we all know today is World AIDS Day. AIDS is a serious matter. It is definitely not a joke at all. Black people are not the only ones who are getting AIDS but unfortunately we are the main ones infected. We make up more than half of all AIDS cases in the world. That's not cool. I remember reading something about how people are wearing masks trying not to contract the swine flu but over 90 million cases of AIDS and people still aren't wearing condoms. It is not a game people. If you too scared to get tested, sex is not for you. Sex is supposed to be for mature adults so if you don't want to get tsted then you should refrain from sex. Below I have listed dumb reasons/excuses not to get tested. If you or your partner find yourself saying these things, AIDS may be a gift one of you have given to each other and unfortunately you'll never know.

* It can't happen to me.
* My girl was tested and she didn't have nothing, so I'm straight.
* I got tested last year and I've had the same partner.
* I don't want to know if I'm dying.
* I don't want anyone to see me getting tested.

You get the point! Get tested people!

Love Hates

Jazmine Sullivan's album "Fearless" had some awesome tracks on it but for the majority of the CD, you had to have experienced the situations to truly understand, love, and appreciate the songs.

Lions, Tigers, and Bears was indeed a hit off the album and was one of the tracks that was seriously personal to me. A line that really hit home in the song goes as follows: "Why do we love, love when love seems to hate us"

This is a question that only women and men alike who have undergone some serious heartbreak will ever understand. I am in no way saying that only women play the fool to love but it is usually our species who do. We never seem to give up on love no matter how many times it has led us astray or how many stitches it takes to mend our broken hearts. For most females love is like an addicting drug in so many facets. When we don't have it, we crave it, NEED it, want it, get upset if we can find someone to give it, will give anything just to get a "hit". And once we get that hit, we keep puffing-never passing until we get that true high. We enjoy that high soooo much. It's a feeling that is unexplainable. We never want to come down off that high and we do whatever it takes to maintain it. We get so livid with people trying to blow our high; like the ex-girlfriends and present haters. As a side effect of this potent drug, we go outside of our candid character when anything or anyone doesn't allow us to experience that pure bliss we desire from that high. That is when we become super weak and highly emotional. It is the time when we make ultimate sacrifices in order to keep that drug flowing in our lives. Our best friends say we act different. We no longer want to hang out as much and grades begin to fail because of all the time we spend getting "high". Before we know it, we become so consumed with this drug that nothing else or no one else matters except for our supplier. The happiness and security we get from this drug is insurmountable. Then that day comes when we no longer get that same high we used to. Things have changed as if we're on a new drug. The old days are just that-old days. We start to get depressed and crying is a regular part of our day. We're encumbered with feelings of rage and sadness because our drug has begun to let us down. We can't seem to find out how to get that same drug back from our supplier, not realizing it isn't the drug that has changed but the supplier, himself. The supplier which is the boyfriend has decided that supplying is no longer as riveting as it was in the beginning of the "smoking session". He passed the "blunt/pipe" a long time ago and had no desire for us to pass it back. He is on to supplying the next girl who is soon to be let down! Yet we females continue to pull from this now dead blunt/pipe not realizing the drug is gone. We are now smoking on fumes. We see the ashes from when this drug was at its prime but it is no longer there. The drug has won again. Love don't love nobody and when it does, it's only temporary. Our high is gone-completely gone. We are left destitute and in withdrawal as we reminisce on that awesome drug we had. So I ask my love bugs out there, was that high really worth this low? Because now every new supplier you get has to work super hard and supply way more in order for you to realize that his drug is the best on the market for you. You never allow yourself to get completely high anymore because remembering how awful you felt when that drug left your life inhibits you from true happiness. Sooner or later we do fine that supplier that seems to shame all the rest of suppliers you had before. You're getting high again, not even worried about coming down. Then the vicious cycle begins again...We find ourselves off that high over and over and over again. It's a sad thing. We want to get ourselves together because frankly, we are tired of seeing ourselves like this. So we check ourselves into rehab. We go on a spree of being single, living the good life and embracing ourselves more than ever. Self love becomes our main focus and motivation as we try to shake ourselves of that dirty drug-love. We do well for a while. Some of us go months...years. Sadly most of us still find ourselves nostalgically wanting that drug back in our lives. More than likely we slip up and start all over from the beginning. Love is one drug that is not going ANYWHERE no matter how or who may deny it. We love to love, to have love, to be loved but have you ever took the time to really recognize how much love hates....

Motivation Tip #1

Have you ever noticed that the word dash is associated with fast or rapid things? For example:

1)The DASHboard in your car and blogger account gives you a quick view of everything and all your controls/operations

2)If you tell someone you are going to make a DASH to the store and then you'll be back, you are referring to a quick trip

3)At a restaurant, your server may tell you that your food will be out in a DASH, meaning quickly...

You get the whole idea of DASH pertaining to quick situations. Have you ever noticed that grave markers/tombstones have a dash between the year of the person's birth and death? Your whole life will soon be symbolized and reduced to a dash-something quick.

We have to get control of our dash and really make something out of it or those 4 numbers before and after it mean nothing. Too many people take too much time wasting their lives marinating on the "rain" never seeing the beautful rainbow that lies just ahead.

So my motivation tip for you is to live life to the fullest because it could be gone in a dash!

The Motto by Ricosuave

This is a song off Ricosuave's upcoming project, 'The Standard' which will drop 1/1/10 and be fully produced by 4 Front. The mixtape will be available at www.ricosuaveatl.com upon release.

Here's the link: http://bit.ly/1gh3YB

This particular song is about him expressing his desire to keep his integrity in everything he does especially with his music. It also, expresses his disgust of people who do music without a passion for it but rather a passion for money. He lays down a personal motto in which he lives by expressed in the last line of the chorus 'Yall can limbo under the bar and Ima high jump'. That line alone means he will go above the standards and not under as means to JUST get by. Also, to ensure this he surrounds himself by people who live by the same creed.

His past projects can be found at www.ricosuaveatl.com
Also, every saturday he releases a song #SuaveSaturdays at www.soundcloud/ricosuaveatl
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I Knew I Was A Mom When...

::1:: I cried as she was getting her Hep B shot

::2:: I didn't sleep for two nights just so I could watch her breathing

::3:: I cried when she cried due to her hunger

::4:: I was up at 4 in the morning,bright eyed and happy

::5:: I started tearing up when I thought about how life would be after I return to work

::6:: I forgot to eat cause I was so busy getting stuff prepared for her

::7:: I got pooed and peed on and smiled afterwards

::8:: I watched Spongebob

::9:: I didn't put up a facebook album of her pics cuz I didnt want everyone to see her

::10:: I felt like my heart was outside of my body, in my arms, looking up at me

I never wanted to be a mom. I vowed to be childless unless I adopted. Now I would not trade motherhood for anything. I love my daughter so much!

Hormonal or Reality?

Whats worst than being sad and down?
-Being sad and down with no one to talk to cause they will never truly understand.
>>>>story of my life

Not Two

Why did I let you go is the question on my mind
You were such a lovely person, so funny and so kind

But I listened to my head instead of my heart
It said you no longer loved me and we were falling apart

So instead of me getting my heart broken once more again
I cut the relationship off and called us just friends

But I knew in my heart I wanted more
Cause without you, I had nothing to really live for

Many nights I cried myself sleep
I wish I hadn't gotten in so deep

I called and called, but you never answered the phone
I felt so unloved, I felt all alone

Finally we talked for what seemed like forever
By the end of the conversation we were back together

It was like the angels began to sing
I was so happy, what a wonderful thing

I never loved a person like I love you
I'm so happy we're one-not two

Not Correctable

The tears keep streamin
I'm asking what do you mean and
Why must you hurt me, lie, to me, and hate me
Act as though I'm out to get you, when in reality I just want to love you
And maybe hold you, and kiss you, and just be with you
But your words and actions leave me with NO satisfaction
But rather just a "sorry ms. jackson"
Which I don't understand, cause YOU, you supposed to be my man,
My life, my world, my babyboy
The one in whom is my pride and joy
But yet...
The tears keep pourin'
I'm asking if you think I'm a whore and
Why is it that you haven't called me
You know...since you boned me
Seeing that we were together for so long
I thought it was okay to take off my thong
But I now I see I laid with the enemy
And now that enemy resides inside of me
Cause if I want it or not, we made ourselves one
All this heartache for a few minutes of fun
And here I sit analyzing facts
Realizing now that I have no tact
Cause I don't know what to do in this predicament
I'm hurting over the boy I thought was God sent
But yet...
The tears keep racin'
I'm asking why haven't I seen your face and
I get the feeling that you've moved ahead
And all that you left me were lies you said
You know like "You're the only one for me" and "I'll be here always"
Funny how I haven't heard from you in days
But this can't be true
Cause you ALWAYS responded with "I love you too"
But in these tears lies pain
This pain I'm feeling is ineffable, inexpressible, ineffectual, inevitable
Shouldn't be acceptable
But I can't change it cause it's not correctable