Introduction from "Relations Without Relationships: Real love can hurt like a mutha!!!"

INTRODUCTION

(Welcome to my world)

Relations without a relationship can be a trip. Going through the motions with someone who sometimes can not let you drive their whip. Whip, meaning, phat car, smooth ride, pimp mobile, etc. Men and women having husbands and wives, boy-friends, girl-friends, and special, special close mates, mistress, or mister joy-sticks constantly creeping on the side…Don’t be surprised, they blame each other for their mishaps and say “You got that from your mamma’s or your daddy’s side.” Lil ma-ma’s shaking those baby-making hips, long and short colored beads hang from their necks with 1960 weaves feeling like their the cream of the crop to the young thug brothas, who stand on the street corners. Their dreams eventually become shattered after the ma-ma’s give up their fortune cookies to other young jocks, and older pop-pops, sugar-daddies, and so on. Wow they must have thought they were on their grown and sexy, just because the brothas and sugar-daddies gave them a few dollars to keep their heads done, Micky D’s cheeseburger, small fries and a coke, all brought on by a large amount of fun…Damn, never stop to think that they really gave away the kitty-kat for free. Face it…He bagged you, tagged you, slapped and tapped you. Now you are their personal property. His personal shopping cart, holding his illegal groceries. Now you finally figure out you’ve been taking for a fool. You sit back and listen to Mary J. Blige, Keisha Cole, Angie Stone, Jill Scott, or let’s take it back Atlantic Star, shoot they are the best so far! The melodies relax your mind and your soul. Loose lips sank many ships after dark. Had so many men and women on ya’ boat, you’d think you were Noah’s Ark. But you see you were in love. Never thought it was lust. Gave your heart, gave your time. Ya’ bang-bang got so much mileage on it, you lost track of time. Why? Because you thought you were fine? Why? Because that’s what they told you? “Girl…mmm…you look good. Ya’ sexy girl…you are so sweet from the top of your head to your pretty sexy pedicure feet” UH! They told you a lie. But you see, relations without a relationship is a mutha’. It takes control over your feelings, your pride, and when you become less responsive and become rude to their uncool attitude, ya’ dude blacken your eyes. Got you looking like a baby raccoon and its not even Halloween. You do the math. You see married men, single dudes, and down-low brothas will spend a lot of time with you ladies. See I give you respect by calling you ladies, cause in the back of these Cats minds, they’re really calling you a “Trick”, “Hoe”, “Chicken-Head”, All that type of stuff. Sometimes in life we go through changes. And at other times through no fault of our own. Majority of the time, it really is our own fault, but because we allow people, things, messed up stuff in our space, our face, our private sectors, where caution signs were once posted, are now torn down. Spilling over in pain because someone we let voluntarily take our virginity, our forest, our ghetto passion, our suppose to be ever-lasting love. Ha! Ha!...Now I laugh at those haters, who can’t stand my aspiration, for being the way I am. Come on! I eat the “love-mess” for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. See, I’m all about growth. I’ll never try to compromise my message or my mission. So without further adue…Let me pass on this message to you.

Marie Calvin Williams

Calvinette Publishing LLC

P.O. Box 10067

Trenton, NJ 08650

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