A song call(Never ending song)

This world seem so soulless When peace isn't evident so I be on some other shit, trying to get what I may never get... Where Is my peace of mind sometimes its so hard to find I think its with money and fame, but I know the real game. In life we always learn lessons Some say its about blessings, but why am I always stressing. My shorty's need their daddy bad, They need him and they always sad. Mommie where is my daddy at.... He don't know that being a daddy is more than a paycheck, at night I keep my pillow wet. With tears from the burdens life bring on. So I make my money and stay strong. Who needs a hook in my song Always looking over my shoulders cuz the P.D. I swear they always watching me. Young and Black in the U.S. More mutha fucking stress. Went to a laker game To chill with a big name. Left in the late night. Riding legally PD pulled me over started searching me. Guess I was black in the wrong hood. Obama is the president change isn't evident. They buying all the bullets and shit We wont do half as bad as Bush did In school to get my PHD P.D. is still fuckin with me. So much pressure to stay fly. Keep my hair and my nails right. I always stay fitted up. With the best in my cup. Stay determined and fuel from my stress. So cocky I'm the fucking best. I'm a lady but mouth is bad. I got what they never had Something that they could'nt brake Something that they cant take I call it my faith. This boys steady making babies and claiming to be men. Yet its so easy to leave their kids. To forget their mere existence. So I be the mom and Dad. Give em something I never had. Stability and confidence Comfort them with every kiss. I swear I want to give you the world My little boys and baby girl. Your mommies still a fucking mess So much damn stress With world on my shoulder I'm steady getting older Gotta get rich fast Got to finish school and pass I want success so bad So I stay with a pen a pad. I swear I'm up all night Determined to make the best plight. Trying to right my wrongs So I write the best songs. I stay on the damn grind. Expanding my beautiful mind Exploring possibilities This is is the open me Like wounds that never healed Like a heart that's been killed Like a cup that's been spilled I got to pay these fucking bills I got to take care of these kids They daddy never ever did Got me yelling fuck the world I miss that little girl That had the world at her feet But I let them niggas kill the inner me The me that was once so pure Not daddies little girl no more Now I'm a woman that's been through the world and back I'm steady getting rid of bags That's like dead weight. So I stay real and not fake. Sometimes I feel I'm fading fast Sometimes I feel good and bad This is a never ending song It could go on...on.... To be continued

From Our point of view

A few friends of mine were getting together and an issue came up. It seems as if 'We' African American Women are no longer feeling desired by African American men. We had several different things that support this opinion so to say.

In music videos that have African American men artist performing, we rarely see black women in them. There is normally a really exotic Latina or middle eastern girl portrayed as a romantic interest, or a Caucasian woman. There are also other things that support this opinion.

We see a lot more Interracial marriages and couples. A lot of African American men are telling African American women that they no longer, are interested in women of color. Leaving black women to feel less desired and beautiful. The thing is they believe that African American women are less focused and to strong willed, to put it lightly spoken.


African American women are a little upset by these statements. They believe they are strong and beautiful. The black family is severely broken. Fathers are walking out on their families more commonly leaving the situation to be with a woman of a different race. Which causes the African American woman to be bitter and afraid of trusting any man for that matter.They are being father and mother to their children.


Some of my friends talked about now dating out side of their race claiming that men of different ethnicity's treat them better than African American men, others choose not to date at all claiming when they did date outside of their race they felt like or trophy or a sex toy.


So I guess the question still remains......


Are We No Longer Desired?