What one flat ass said to the other.

To the folks who are written within this:

This is for..all these females out there who

-have been asked if they really were black because their backsides were too tiny. Way too tidy.
-whose beauties diminished once they grew old enough to realize that a black woman's beauty is always behind her. Yes, you know what am talking about.
-who have ever said to another "at least i have something, your ass is concaved-in" since its a dog diss dog world out there.
- who spends a considerably great mount of time, feeling like she lackswholeness.
-can walk into any given room at any moment and within 5 minutes, tell you the butt size of every single woman in that room. She brings with her into every situation this question of her goodness...of greatness or best yet, her 'good-enough-ness'.
-who obsessively watches her back since she figured, the whole world must be watching it for lack of its presense.
-who feels too stiffled to speak, too shameful to say it yet lives it too vividly to ignore it.
-who knows just what Claudia was feeling.

Who may have contemplated what she did. Silly though it is, it is no suprise.

Who wants to be the forgotten? Who wants to be seen as a defective being?
We'd all like to be made whole.

I'm just saying though... from one "concaved-ass-woman" to another, I totally, totally, feel you.

You(I), are a victim of a deeply superficial time. A victim of nothingness. Of lips with no voices, of eyes without sights. You, are a victim of a time of words that mean nothing. Meaningless. Empty.

You are to feel shame when you cannot be used as a free sex tool to which men, women, and these days, kids too, can go home to jerk off to. You, do not offer the world what they can fuck without even touching you. Sorry but your arms isnt sexual enough to bust a nut to... and apparently, neither is your butt. And well, your brain? Who on earth wants to give that a crack? Who wants to hear what you have to sare? How DaRE you wish to be recognized for your beauty? How DARE you wish to be considered "good" enough when well, you do not symbolize femininity. Thus, you are not their "it" girl.

Lets shift our thoughts for a second; from us, to these people who I'm calling "they". The "none-us"es; THEM.

Them that have been fed this illusion of what makes a woman. Yes, them. Just for a second.

And done.

I guess we all have been "fed" one thing or another. Been... misinformed one way or another.

And back:
To the folks who have NO choice BUT to re-feed themselves the truth, I urge you to re-educate yourselves in what it is what makes you whole. You are whole. You were MADE whole. Lack of a 2-pound weight attched to the back of your hips does not make you less of a feminine being.

You are whole.

Hey, this is getting long... am just saying. From one "flatass" to another, you are still a woman.
Sincerely,

.

Stop time on time in time.

You can hold it, ask it to take a breather, have a sit and have it do nothing.
You can run it, or let it run you and have you trying to catch up to it and maybe if you’re lucky you may even make it.
You can.
Ask time to stop.
It will keep ticking, for everyone else while you go ahead and retrace your steps...
Going back in time isn’t something technology can afford to offer us yet some of us are living the retro travels each minute
Like me.
Maybe you?
Who knows, maybe you too.
Its one thing to let it stop for you... the boredom kills, you start to feel like you’re in some sort of a space mill.
Drugged on dreams, drunk on regrets and anger of knowing that even when you resume, you’ll still be as behind as the length of time you stopped the time.
It cant ever be thesame, but... well, but... the other option was not going to be a breeze.
Today, I feel like I have retraced my steps. Today, I feel like my errors, have been undone. I feel redeemed. Though I still have regrets, instead of regreting where I am, I am regreting not stoping time in time on time. Still, I thank God that my efforts have not been in vain. Thank God for a great family, great friends and an even greater drive. I am stronger than the sum of my parts. Thank God that God isnt spiteful because I truly, dont deserve this. I'm so blessed.

Finally, I am right where I left off.