The Making Of A Superhero

I know I’m about to piss some people off , men in general, but oh well.  What’s that term y’all use.  “It is what it is.”  Let me begin by saying that my heart bleeds for my sista’s who are in situations with men that seem to be going nowhere fast because of whatever reason.  Other men will always tell us, "If he ain’t no good, leave him alone then,” but what they don’t realize is, it’s easier said than done.  Because of who we are and how we’re made, sometimes we can’t simply give up or let go that easy and it depends on how deeply tied we are to the individual.  It takes a lot of time, support, prayer and ultimately God’s divine intervention for us to walk away from certain situations.  So, without further ado, here goes.  Many black women, not all, but many, are extremely sick and tired of being sick and tired of men and these mind games and games in general that they’re playing.  Now, you can dispute that women play games too.  Yea, but this is my note and I’m talking about YOU!  With that being said I’ll begin by saying this.  Our biggest issue with men is that they lie.  We despise liars.  There’s no reason for it and one lie leads to another lie which leads to a mountain of lies that you eventually become trapped underneath of and then you wonder why we’re looking at you looking at us as you’re trying to figure out, “how the hell did I get myself into this, but better question…how am I going to get out?”  Then you wonder why we’re walking around all the time with a built in attitude.   It’s because of YOU!

“The mind games are, have been and will continue to be the number one cause of any argument and disagreement between both men and women.”   But why would a person inflict emotional pain on a women, knowingly?  Do they not know that it’s wrong?  And when they do, do they pick women who they see as vulnerable or easy prey,  opposed to one that is “less injured?”  I guess it’s safe to say that these men do this to women for the same reason cats play with their prey before they eat it…for the sick thrill of watching them struggle.
There are a lot of men who are knowingly playing these games with women who supposedly "know what it is" and the truth is..NO THEY DON’T.  You have several different women that you’re seeing, but neither one knows about the other.  Does that make you a player?  On the contrary.  When you’re a player, you don’t have to hide one female from the other.  She knows about her, who knows about her, who knows about she and you tell them all, “either you’re in or you’re out.”  My biggest gripe is this.  You’re playing a dangerous game that may not have the most beautiful of endings  You don’t know what the female you’re “playing” has been through.  You don’t know what type of emotional state she’s in or how many of “you’s” she’s had to deal with in the past and you may be the straw to catapult her straight into her starring role of, “Snapped.”
Sad to say, but you may not have even been her number one draft pick, but she saw potential in you and decided to give you a chance.  Then what happens?  All the skeletons you had barricaded behind your four walls, one by one, start appearing in the oddest of places.  So, then not only does time reveal that you’re a liar, but a cheat.  You’re running around sleeping with this one and that one, not worried about the consequences of sleeping around.  STD’s aren’t the most serious thing you should be worried about when doing this.  You should be more concerned about the “sexual soul ties” that you create when you jump in the bed from one woman to the next.  You’re opening up a “portal” which allows this transference of all kinds of stuff.  Because little do you know…every time you sleep with a woman that is not your woman…you take a piece of her with you and so as the next woman and the next woman and the next woman you sleep with.  Then you’re wondering why your woman is arguing, cussing, acting a little freakier than she has been in the past and doing things she hadn’t done before.  It’s not because she’s been sleeping around (although I wasn’t there) but it’s because one of the women you slept with which were confrontational, potty mouths, and very freaky girls and you transferred what they were to your woman.  You wonder why now you’re depressed and having panic and anxiety attacks where you never had before.  (Sigh and shaking my head)  This is so much deeper than not wanting you to cheat on us.  Now, maybe you’ll think before you creep.  (Laughing) Men, claim to want a good woman, then get one and have her believing that she’s the love of their life only to find out that they’ve told the other (5) five females that very same thing.

Women are emotional enough as it is, but to add insult to injury, you want to play with our minds?  GET OUT OF HERE!  I gotta ask…Will all the good men please comment, “I AM ONE OF THE FEW GOOD MEN LEFT IN THE WORLD?”  Men, come on!  If you don’t want to be with a woman, by all means.  Tell her that!  The longer you go on with this game of “Well, I don’t want her, but the sex is good, she can cook, she got a good job and she can take care of  herself.  Ohh, ohh!  Plus, she’s helping me out.  Naw, I think I’ll hold on to her.  She’s not who or what I want, but I’m sure not going to let nobody else have her,” the more dangerous she becomes.  You’re damaging this woman’s spirit!  Some of you have sisters, mothers even,  whom men have done this very thing to and how many times have you posed the question of, “How long are you going to continue to let him do you like this?”
AWWW….that’s awful hypocritical of you. They’re going to let him do it to them as long as you continue to do it to us.


I know some of you are reading this and will apply it to you, me, him, them, but no…this is about US!  Either the women reading can apply something in this note to them or the men reading can apply something in this note to them, but something in this note applies to everybody and if it hasn’t at some point in your life…God bless you.
My girls and I are always discussing you, men.  Whether it’s in the comfort of our own home, via text, email, beauty shop talk, whatever.  You’d be surprised at how many of you have been the common denominator to a lot of our problems.  (Laughing out loud).  I’m trying to figure out and maybe someone will be bold enough to answer this for me, but why do you need such a variety of women?  If it’s insecurity, get over it!  No real woman should have to validate a real man 24 hours a day!  If you want a variety, get a bag of skittles.  Shoot, at least then you’ll be able to taste every flavor of the rainbow!  (Shaking my head)
Look, there are women out here, sad to say, that don’t mind sharing, that don't mind being second, that don't mind being used.  Pick one of them.  When given the opportunity, anybody can be a star.  But those good women.  The ones that want a man that has done all of his playing and has gotten all of his “gaming” out of his system.  The one who has his championship ring and is ready to go into retirement.  The one who knows that he has a woman who loves him, values him as a man and would do anything in the world for him.  That’s what we good women are looking for.  So, if there are any out there…hey.  I’m accepting applications!  (Just kidding.. I’m waiting on God) I posted the question on my status a week or so ago, “What makes a woman a good woman?” and a few men commented.  Every man has their own definition of what a good woman is.  Ponder on that for a second.  Now, answer this.  If you have all of those qualities in this one woman, why do you need more than one?


I’ll end this note by saying this:

You have a good woman, one who will “lift you up and not tear you down.”  One who, when she met you, you were “Clark Kent,” but by the time she was finished loving you, you were “Superman.”  “Is there anything that you’re going to do/give to make her feel like she's more than average?  That she's more than special?  What makes her different?  Because the making of a superhero requires a lot of work” and nobody is willing to work a “Mean 16” if they’re not reaping the rewards of it.  I’m just saying.  Don’t hate the messenger.