Ordinary

It was an ordinary day. On an ordinary street. In an ordinary house. In that house sat three ordinary girls. They were laughing and playing and giggling like the 13 year old girls they were. They talked about boys, dreams and their parents.

They discussed how they hated some of their teachers and school was so boring. They dreamed of summer vacations and new clothes. It was almost over. Summer was almost here and they vowed to make this an extraordinary summer.

Savannah logged into her laptop. She quickly logged into a website and started chatting up her new friend. He was an older boy. He was 18. She liked him. They had been chatting on-line for a few weeks now.

She sent him pictures of herself and he always told her that she was beautiful. She liked that. She never thought of herself as beautiful. Cute and ordinary. However, Paul (that was his name) always made her believe that she was beautiful.

He told her she could be a model. Paul asked her to face time him with her friends around. She did. They giggled and smiled and posed as Paul said that they were beautiful and could all be models.

Paul asked them to meet them in the parking lot at the local mall. They agreed. They told their parents that they were going to the mall and would be back in a couple of hours. They were careful. Nothing would happen to the three of them.

They were taught that you always travel together. So, they did. It was nothing special. A bus took them to the mall and they waited in the parking lot by the local Macy’s. They laughed with the fact that one of them had a boyfriend. They giggled.

They weren’t able to date yet.

Across the parking lot, Paul approached them. He was so sexy. He had on nice clothes and shoes and the biggest smile. His teeth were straight. Wow! He was gorgeous.

They were so busy pointing and smiling at Paul that they didn’t see the van pull up behind them and the men grab them and stuff them in the truck. An ordinary black van filled with men holding them down as they struggled and screamed and then went limp.

Ordinary girls are sold into sex-trafficking every day. We need to do something about this. No more silence please.

 

 

This post is part of the Daily post. The word of the day was ordinary.

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When the D*ck Has You Delirious

Most women can remember a time when they had some good sex. A time when all you wanted was a good piece of meat to take the edge off. That man was a champion lover. He knew all the right moves. He was beyond addictive with his bed skills. But, you couldn’t make it work.

Why not?

Probably because he was a male whore. He knew his skills were beyond compare and he felt it his need to share it with every Jane, Sue and Leslie in town. He was a hot commodity. He never really wanted for a traditional relationship. They bothered him. He didn’t have time for one woman. He wanted many.

He wined, dined and probably 69ed you and you started to catch feelings. You imagined a future with him. He was amazing. He was smart, funny and so sweet to you. You my friend were delirious. He was a piece of d*ck that you enjoyed. You and many others.

He didn’t make it a secret that he couldn’t be a one woman man. There was no reason to pretend. You just got your feelings hurt girl! You started to believe that he could be more than just a booty call. That you could love a man that didn’t love you. You fell for it.

You would pull yourself away from the man who you knew could never love you and go running back each time you felt an ache between your thighs. For what? The same old same old. See, this man is a player. Nothing wrong with it. You just have to know that you’re nothing more than a chess piece and get the hell up from the board.

You need to understand your worth. You need to value yourself more than you do the piece of meat between his legs. You need to stop wasting your time. You see what I’m saying? It’s not him love, it’s you. You are allowing this man whose time has expired to occupy space in your life and in your bed and then trying to convince the rest of us that you are just f*ck buddies.

Naw, boo. You’re playing yourself. Buddies implies that he has respect for you. He doesn’t. He calls you out your name. He makes you feel inferior and puts you in situations that you claim you didn’t enjoy. You begin to change and adapt to his whim knowing deep down inside he doesn’t give a damn about you.

But, you insist on trying to make the world believe that you are in control of the situation. You’re not. You’re in denial. You see the disrespect. You see the writing on the wall and yet you continue to engage. The d*ck is bomb is what you say.

Whatever sis! While you’re dipping and riding all over his joy stick you’re killing yourself slowly. Both physically and mentally with a man that could give a rat’s a*s what you think. He doesn’t respect you. He doesn’t value you. He doesn’t comfort you.

Why should he? You’ve made it too easy for him not to care. It’s not his fault. You allow the continued disrespect. You like it. You see no value in you only what you think you can offer him.

No amount of sex will keep a man. You could be an Olympic gold medalist in the bedroom, but if a man doesn’t respect you, he won’t be kept. So, stop letting the d*ck confuse and abuse you and look in the mirror and love yourself.

Love yourself more than you’ve ever loved yourself and untangle your soul from the foolishness of this pseudo relationship. You will find yourself happier and healthier. Be honest with what you want and who you want and know that you deserve more.

 

 

 

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Fierce

She loved him dearly.

Each and every day she cooked and cleaned the house.

She catered to the children.

She worked a full-time job.

Her wardrobe was stylish.

Her taste was impeccable.

She was the envy of many women.

“Girl, you’re fierce!” she often heard as she walked down the halls.

She smiled.

She loved her life.

She was fiercely protective of it.

That’s why she insisted on pleasing her husband always.

She believed that in order for him to stay loyal she must be willing to adapt.

She loved him and he loved her.

She donned her black garter belt and zipped up her thigh high boots.

She smacked him with the whip across his ass.

He licked her boots.

She smiled.

She liked being in charge.

She bent over and said “Eat maggot”

 

 

 

 

This post is part of the Daily Post. The word today was fierce

Never

Jackie thought long and hard about what was about to happen. She loved her some Gabe. Gabe was sexy, strong, intelligent. He was as the old folks described “a tall glass of water.” She never thought she would love someone like Gabe.

Or that he would love her back.

Love was foreign to her.

Many men thought they loved Jackie. They didn’t. They loved the idea of her.

Not Gabe.

Gabe told her that he was in love.

That she was the one.

That she had to be his.

She knew too. She knew deep down in her heart that in this space where air felt so electric and love felt true. She knew that she belonged to Gabe. That she had to be his.

But, never.

Never in a million years did she think her life would be like this.

That she would be in love.

That she would be in lust.

That she would be in heaven.

With another woman’s man.

Gabe belonged to another woman.

He vowed his life and fidelity to another.

Then why was Gabe kissing her?

Licking her?

Tasting her?

Sucking her?

Making her moan…

His name.

As she’d never done.

When he knew that he could never.

Never be hers completely.

 

This post is part of the Daily Post. The word for today was never

The Light

I can smell him before I see him. He enters my room looking for me. First, under the bed and then in the closet where I’m hiding. I can hear him coming towards the closet door. I close my eyes and wait. I don’t want to do it again. I don’t like it. I know that if he finds me he will make me do it again. Tony. I hate Tony.

Tony or as he tells me to call him “Uncle Tony” is mama’s new boyfriend. He is big, dark and strong. He stinks. He smokes and drinks dark colored things out of a red cup. Tony comes to the closet door where I am hiding and grabs my hand. He pulls me to the bed and makes me lie down. “Lift your gown up girl” he says loudly in my ear.  Tears roll slowly down my face. I lift up my gown and he smiles. Uncle Tony has crooked teeth. I hate Uncle Tony.

“Yeah, I like that. You’re so pretty Cassie. You look like a princess.” I hate princesses. Princesses are evil. Princesses get bad things done to them. But, I hate a lot of things. I hate princesses, dolls, the boogey man and police officers. I pretty much hate everything, but Jacob.

Jacob is my only friend. No one knows about Jacob.  Jacob says I have a light and I must let it shine. Jacob tells me that he sees me and God is going to help me. Jacob goes to church. I don’t. Jacob taught me a song about my light.

Mama tells me I don’t have friends. She says that Jacob is not real. She says no one likes me and I can’t have friends because I’m not allowed to go to school or play outside.  But, I know Jacob is real. He teaches me things.

Uncle Tony starts to touch me. Slowly. I cringe with disgust and turn my head. I wish that he would hurry up and leave me alone.

I start to sing. I sing slowly and in a low whisper. The only song I know. “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.” The smack is hard on my face, “Shut up gal! I can’t concentrate!”

My face hurts and tears begin to fall down my cheeks. I can’t see. I can’t see through the tears. The door opens and I hear a loud bang. I jump. I scream and cover my ears.

I see Uncle Tony hit the floor. I close my eyes hard to the sight of the red ring forming on my floor. Uncle Tony’s eyes are open. I cry harder.

Jacob comes to my bed and shakes me. “Cassie, it’s me! It’s me, Jacob. You’re okay Cassie. I got him.”

I open my eyes and Jacob is smiling. Jacob reminds me about my light. I smile and start to sing. “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.” Loudly.

I look down and see my mama’s gun in my hands and continue singing at the top of my voice “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.”

 

© Tikeetha Thomas

Bad Choices

He came up behind me and whispered “You know you miss me.” I paused.

My heart quickened to his touch. To his voice. He was too close. “Umm, no I am happy” I replied. He laughed a sinister laugh.

“Don’t you know that I can say your name and feel your body react to my touch? You know that you belong to me. You are mine” he said. I sighed heavily.

It’s true. I missed him. My body was reacting to his touch and his voice. It was like the last 9 months didn’t even matter. Our spirits were tangled in an unnatural way.

Why can’t I let him go? Why can’t I resist this pull he has on my body? Resisting is a futile attempt to feign independence. I’m not independent. I belong to him.

I kiss his lips and wrap my arms around him.

My mind screams…Stop, this is not right! I ignore it. I just give in to his touch.

I’ve missed him.

 

© Tikeetha Thomas

You Finally Got It Girl

Upon the wonderful suggestion of a fellow blogger she suggested that I write a thank you letter to myself for the lessons learned. This is in response to my Thank You For The Lesson letter I published earlier this week. Isn’t that a great idea? So, here goes…

Dear Sis,

You’re beautifully and intimately made. Just the way you are. You have to remember that. You’ve suffered some bumps and bruises along the way, but you know that God has always provided. You have survived many storms and your faith is anchored in His spirit. I know that this dating thing caught you by surprise, but you have to know that you are not alone. There are many beautiful women all over the world dealing with the same foolishness and frustrations that you have with men. Here are three lessons you need to learn in order to survive.

Lesson #1: Girl, get your life. Your life sis! Not his. Stop checking for men that aren’t checking for you. Stop texting and calling a man that has truly made you an after thought instead of his first thought. Stop excusing his negative and misleading characteristics as “Oh, no one is perfect. I can work with that.” The hell you can! You can only fix your own self. You can’t fix him. You can’t make a grown man do anything he doesn’t want to do. You’re not his mama, heck you’re not even his girl. Get your own life and get some back bone and stop settling for foolishness. You are worth more than a few tricks from a silly rabbit.

Lesson #2: Your time is valuable! More valuable than money. Stop wasting it on men that aren’t in it for the long haul. Stop investing in short returns that yield no tangible results. You are trying to build your empire. Your empire is you sweetie and all that you want to do in this life time. Men who aren’t giving their time to you have no place in your life. Not the present nor the future. You work to hustle and grind each and every day so why should you have to settle for that lame excuse of “You know that I’m busy baby”. Really dude? Heck the President runs a country, squashes foreign crisis’, takes time for his children and still has time to show his First Lady why he’s the man. What’s your excuse? Time is valuable and you need to realize first and foremost that a man who isn’t willing to invest his time in you is only looking for a cheap thrill.

Lesson #3: Close your legs baby girl! You don’t have to prove a dang thing to anyone. You need to stop giving men the free ride on the Ferris wheel in your amusement park. Stop acting like you can handle a no string relationship. You can’t. Don’t try. You’re emotional. You’ll fall for him. You’ll confuse his prowess in the bedroom for love and feel yourself being pulled under in a raging sea of BS. You need to put up a sign that reads “No More Free Rides”. Men have to pay. Not boys. Men. I’m not talking about you should be prostituting and selling your goods on the corner sis. I’m talking about him courting your spirit. See that payment is worth more than a few meals at some fancy restaurants. That price means that he has discovered who he is as a man and wants to invest in your future. He’s committing his life to you by giving you the time and space to know that God has sent him to be your king. Nope, he won’t be riding no white horse but listen closely girl…he will be wearing a white glow. The glow that says he knows, loves and respects you. His aura is good. He is in touch with God, his inner spirit and the universe. He is a whole man. He wants to bring you clarity (that’s why his aura is white) because he is not about confusion or drama. He’s strong. He’s willing to wait. He knows your worth and respects it.

Baby girl – I know you’re frustrated and tired of the dating scene, but I need you to know that you’re too valuable to be letting men play you. Get your mind right, get your grind on and keep building your empire. Don’t settle for less out of loneliness. Don’t become bitter or think you will never find a man…you may not. I’m being real. If you don’t that’s okay too. Be happy in your singleness and love the woman, the beautiful woman, the entire woman, the scarred woman, the tired woman, the anxious woman, the betrayed woman and the joyous woman that you are. Love her. Love her with all your might. She needs that.

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