You Deserve More

An ode to the women in love with those who don’t appreciate them.

You deserve better Ma.

Beautiful girl, beautiful woman, don’t you think you deserve more?

More than those late night phone calls that require you to wake up out your slumber to accommodate someone coming to you like a thief in the night.

You deserve more.

More than being treated like a secret, only seen at night and never in the day.

Beautiful girl, beautiful woman, don’t you think you deserve more?

More than empty promises and lies and tears. Temporary pain shouldn’t last for years.

You deserve more.

The dates, the smiles, the gifts, and the I-love-you’s… Your days should be filled with joy, not the blues.

You deserve more.

When you ask him how he feels….

Actually, you shouldn’t have to ask. He should constantly tell you, make you forget about your past.

Beautiful girl, beautiful woman, don’t you think you deserve more?

Your love should always be reciprocated.

You deserve more.

You don’t deserve to get used. He’s not worthy enough to be in your presence, let alone be on the receiving end of your compassion.

Beautiful girl, beautiful woman, you deserve more.

More than what he can give you.

You deserve more.

More than what he tells you.

Beautiful girl, beautiful woman, don’t you think you deserve more? You deserve better.

Date A Black Girl – By Akira D.

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So you want to date a black girl?

With her heavenly body, that looks as if it is God’s greatest creation.

The black girl with her sweet and charismatic language that leaves you in awe, when you hear her voice before your eyes greets her face.                                                                                     Her eyes are like two lovers who have been slow dancing in a room that reminds them both of their first time they slow danced together.

(Sings) If this world were mine, I’d place at your feet all that I own…You been so good to me if this world were mine
You love her hair from the kinky roots after she finishes deep conditioning her hair on a Sunday evening preparing for the long week ahead.

 

To the, 300.00 of 4 bundles of 18in Brazilian wet and wavy hair she just purchased that makes her feel beautiful.

You love her from her hair follicles all the way to her toe nails you say?

Dating a black girl is more than dealing with the attitudes and insecurities about the way the stretch marks hug our ass cheeks.

They are like zebra stripes, which will not be our favorite beauty mark when we shed off our clothes for you.

But, we will be self conscious of the vines that wander around our thighs, hips, and ass.

As if they were tattooing our body to become your guide to exploring our body with the lights on.

As you try and figure out why don’t we love them, because you believe they are the most important thing a black girl can have?

Her sweet language and slick mouth will be the reason why you fell in love in the first place.

Because you love a woman with a little sass in her walk, a woman whose confidence radiates her skin, and caresses your glance long enough to ask her, her name.

You will learn to appreciate the sound of her voice, the walk, the independence, her sensuality and her being seductive when she doesn’t even try.

Dating a black girl is more than just a love song or a bad hair day.

Dating a black girl, is her showing strength even when she is ready to set it off.

She is more than a fat ass in a hip hop video.

More than a female addicted to retail.

More than her stereotypes.

More woman than girl.

She is more than a lover, who’s allowed men to play her heart as if it was some sort of instrument.

Her body is more than a sexual object; it is a wonderland that has vines tattooing themselves, scars dancing on her legs and fingerprints that leave autographs on her inner thighs and on her pelvis bone.

Dating a black girl is realizing that some wars she will never return home from.

Dating a black girl is realizing that loving her every imperfection allows her to love herself even more.

 

Akira D. is currently a Communication major with a specification in Radio-Television Broadcasting. She aspires to have her own nationally-syndicated radio talk show and hopes to open a center for the performing arts for youth. She began writing and performing poetry at the age of 8 and through the support of mentors and family writing became one of her many passions. Akira D. 19. Lover of Music, Intellect and Beauty.

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-She never had a father around, so she never learned how to be properly treated.
-She looked for love in all the wrong places, fell in love and lost all her common sense.
-Statutorily raped and mentally taken advantage of, the little girl’s love soon turned to pain.
-She became promiscuous.
-Whore. Whore. Whore. Whore. WHORE.
-Guy after guy. Failed relationship after failed relationship.
-All she really wanted was to be loved.
-All she really wanted was acceptance.
-Instead she got deceit. Instead she got heartache. Instead she got pain. Instead she got AIDS.
-Physically she was dying, but emotionally she was long ago buried.
-AIDS
-Is it her fault?
-AIDS
-Was it her choice?
-AIDS. AIDS. AIDS.
-She was a pretty girl,with an ugly disease.
-She was a young girl, with her youth stolen from her.
-She was a smart girl, who lost all her common sense.
-She was a depressed girl, who felt like there was nothing to live for, since she was dying anyways.
-Suicide. Suicide. Suicide. Suicide. SUICIDE.
-Seemed like the easiest way out.
-Suicide.
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-Zoloft. Xanax. Guilt. Heartache. Pain. Depression. AIDS.
-All of those contributed to her demise.
-Her single mother found her. In her bed. Sleeping so peacefully. A white note with her handwriting             on it.
-Sirens. Police. Ambulance. Hospital.
-TIME OF DEATH: 10:45pm. March 17th was the day.
-She was only 17, and she went through so much.
-She was only 17, and she killed herself.
-She was only 17, and she had AIDS.
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-The Note she left that was read at her funeral.
” Parents love your children. Fathers stick around for your daughters. Boys learn how to treat girls. Men don’t take advantage of girls. Girls, everything that glitters isn’t gold. All words spoken are lies untold. Protect your heart, mind, and heaven in between your legs. If I knew love was AIDS, I would have never fell in it.”
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-It is pure.
-It is sacred.
-Everyone doesn’t deserve it.
-EVERYONE DOESN’T DESERVE IT.
-She was a pretty girl.
-She was a young girl.
-She was a smart girl.
-She was a smart girl, who fell in love and lost all her common sense.
-Who fell in love and got AIDS.
-Who fell in love…..
-AND
-AND
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