There's this Psychiatrist...
A lady named Dr. India Marie Jones.
She has a theory about the black woman in america.
She says that because of the system of inequality and racism
The black woman has been made to think of herself as a baby
The black woman has been made to think of herself, as unable to be alone.A not yet fully formed being who has not realized her full potential without a man.
To support her claims she offers the following:
First, What does a black woman call her man?
Daddy
Second, what does a black woman call her closets acquaintances?
Her girls
And finally what does a black woman crave most of all above everything?
To be loved
Princess
Princess
Princess!
The crowd shouted watching their favorite stripper slide down the pole she knew all too well. She held no real goals that stemmed past the strip club, she just loved the attention she got from the men who drooled over her every night. The flashing lights oh the flashing lights sometimes they can flash just a little to bright. Sometimes we get so caught up in the paper chase we forget its just that a piece of paper. A piece of paper that is given to you for doing something well, it should be an add on to your personality not all that you are. Trying to distract yourself from the pain you feel inside, the love your body craves but you just cant seem to find no matter how hard you look.
Meet Onika Tanya Maraj, 21 years old basically raised herself. Her mom died from a drunk driver when she was 12 years old. She was sent to live with her father who didn't know how to raise a child, he barely could take care of himself.
Robert: "Wake your ass up! This house a fuckin mess! Should've sent your ass to foster care"
He yelled in her face as she was pinned against the wall by her night gown, tears streamed down her face as she was violently tossed to the bed her body ached from the constant abuse.
Robert: "Only thing you'll ever be good at is laying on your back"
He scoffed, reflecting back on that moment as she grabbed all of the money she made off the floor at the end of the night she couldn't help but wonder. Was he right?
Princess
Nicki: "Ya'll skinny bitches need to start eating your Marconi and cornbread all this money getting heavy to carry."
She was most defiantly the most hated in Miami, she was sexy and she most defiantly knew it. She was unapologetic in her walk, her hips swayed without a single care, her hair hung almost as tall as she did. It seemed to do its own dance when she swung around the pole. Her confidence was radiant, skin was caramel and tan it seemed to be just the right amount of melanin in her skin.
