I’m surprised you didn’t feel the things I did to you in my mind last night. As you spoke, I took your words and touched each peak and valley of me to be sure you knew you were in friendly territory. My eyes magically moved your hands to my hips and made themselves at home. I spoon-fed you pieces of me and what you couldn’t hold between your lips, I let drip and bathe us both. I wrapped my legs around you and let them tie sweet nooses of need. Sure, there were other people in the room. But if they watched long enough, they might have learned something. Drip, drip, drip. Our bodies, one perfect shade of brown, slid down the walls creating the most lavish luster of lust. As we reached the floor, we became a puddle that flowed all over the room. Rug burns, baby? Who gives a shit when you get to spend a few hours in ecstasy? My tongue was a savage beast that longed to taste every part of you. For years, I had yearned for a nectar as sweet. Flat on my back, I morphed into an acrobat and contort myself in ways to welcome you. Much obliged, you came inside and get prepared to work. The further you burrowed into my diamond mine, the more intrigued you became about my treasure. You had to dig deeper and heighten the excitement. My moans, oohs and ahhhhs were a pep talk for you and inspire you to continue your journey. Soon, you were worthy of my wonder. Your back to the floor, I took my place on top of your mountain and began to shower you with gifts. First were the tricks of my hips and I loved how your eyes told the story of your enjoyment. I wanted to show you how strong I am, so I squeezed with all my might. More out of joy than pride, I felt you grow within me. The way you moved beneath me became a rain dance that caused my heavy cloud to give way. Not before long, we are soaked in a sea of us.

Perhaps the next time all these thoughts occur inside of me, you will do us both a favor and join them.

The Trayvon Martin Case

Let's face it. Virtually everyone in America is talking about the February 26th death of Trayvon Martin. But how many people really know what the hell they are talking about? As it stands, we have a 17-year-old kid that never really had a chance at life because it was cut short by a self-appointed equalizer. Notice how I did not say a BLACK 17-year-old kid? That is because that is exactly what I mean. For a second, and this is to my Black people who turn EVERYTHING into an issue of race, let's forget the fact that Trayvon was black. Let's lighten his skin for a second and put him in the scenario that night. If it had been the screams of a Hispanic or White teen you heard on that 911 call? Would you be equally as upset? Would you be putting your hoodies up? For about two seconds, forget he was Black and then tell me how you feel.

If you haven't gotten upset by now, keep reading. Because I am not totally vapid, I will put the topic of race back on the table. There is no way we can ignore the fact that a Hispanic and White male has shot and killed an unarmed Black male. In no state law books will you find Skittles and an iced tea listed as deadly weapons. And on the 911 video, you can clearly hear the police officer say "Are you following him?" When George Zimmerman stated that he was, the officer explicitly said, "We don't need you to do that". But Zimmerman still gave chase. Regardless to what Geraldo Rivera says, a hoodie has never been named as the suspect in a crime. As human beings, we naturally look at the obvious difference between the parties involved. Since that is skin color, it is natural to ask the question of whether or not Zimmerman would have reacted the same way if Trayvon Martin had been Black. Would there have been something "wrong with this guy" had he been White? And what reason would Trayvon have to come toward Zimmerman knowing that all he had on his person was a bag of candy and a drink? There really is no way around the question of race.

Let's talk little about the stupidity of George Zimmerman. This guy is attempting to stand behind Florida's Stand Your Ground Law. This law states that an individual may use deadly force in self-defense when there is reasonable belief of a threat, without an obligation to retreat first. Again, Skittles.......and damned iced tea. Pretty threatening, huh? Then there is the fact that Zimmerman CREATED the threat by following the kid. And the fact that he ADMITTED to the police that he followed him and as we heard, was against the officer's advice. And if Jeb Bush says it makes no sense, it must be pretty stupid.

Basically what I am saying is, before you go putting on your hoodie and posting your "Justice for Trayvon" (or for you Tweeters, "#Justice4Trayvon") messages, look at the case from all angles. Don't be swayed by the media and by all means, do not let Trayvon Martin's death be a fad. When you put on your hoodie, know why and don't let Travyon's death be in vain.


JUSTICE

Lessons Driven Home By The Events of 2011

Don't bankrupt your soul while investing in the dreams of others.

Bad relationships are love's diarrhea. Once you get them out of your system, you'll feel better and be able to move on.

In the process of mending the hearts of others, make sure your own isn't breaking.

Let them choose you or lose you. Either way, be okay with the outcome.

Know better. Do better. Show better.

Your mind is a beautiful place. Stop letting those who aren't paying the rent live there for free.

It's not how many times you get knocked down, it's how well you plan to make sure it doesn't happen again.

No matter how goofy, moody, crazy and unpredictable you are, those who matter will love you anyway. Everyone else is dead weight.

Anyone you believe loves you will hurt you. But those who truly do never will.

You and God are the most important people you will face each day.

Some Things I Hope People Change In The New Year

1. Going natural as a trend and acting like those who don't make that choice are inferior. If you have to "go" natural, that means you have visited the Ring of Relaxers. Get off your high horse and see the beauty in all of it.

2. Men knowing you can't turn a ho into a housewife but still being willing to test the theory.

3. Waiting for our kids to get to school to learn home training.

4. The ability that rap music (Hip Hop's bastard child) has to birth philosophical idiots. Just because someone said it in a rap doesn't make it profound.

5. People acting as though bullying only happens on the playground. It's real. It's everywhere. Wake up.

6. Hailing World Star Hip Hop as their CNN. Maybe if you kept more quality around the house, your kids would learn to read before they learn all the words to Nicki and Wayne's new album.

7. Using the word "swag" 18 times in a sentence. That's all I got for that one.

8. People letting the number of "Likes" and Facebook friends determine how great they are.

9. Letting the streets raise our children and never teaching them their worth.

10. Terrible producers shoving their music down people's throats. The fact is EVERYONE has a studio, thinks they are a dope producer and knows people who think they have talent. But lies are like fables. Just because you repeat them, it doesn't make it true. Either develop your skills and try again or find something else you're good at.

11. Letting your Greek letters define you. Your organization created its legacy without you. Go create your own.

12. Deadbeat mamas and daddies.

13. Us allowing our children to search the television for role models. Your children should look up to you first and every day, you should give them reasons to never stop doing so.

14. (I know this won't change, but it pisses me off, so I'll post it anyway) Black women showing up to the hair store looking a mess. If you can fix yourself up going to the club with the hair you are about to buy, you can look decent with what God gave you. And hats are your friends. No excuses.

Damned Hypocrites

Oh how I love when someone makes a change that took them forever to make and then they decide to make it their life's mission to tell everyone else how inferior and stupid they are for not making the exact same change (while pretending they have done right all their lives). Hopefully, Dear Judge, when you lose all your friends, you'll understand why. Your audience has left the building.

Mere Observation

You can always tell when you're in the presence of stupid teenagers. How? All the boys' jeans are as tight as their girlfriends (and they have the nerve to try and sag them), no fingernails match, there is an abundance of neon screenprinted tees that say things they really and truly can't explain, "What's your Facebook" is a screamed aloud and you hear ten foul words per sentence and the rest makes no sense at all. #BlessTheirHearts

The Devil Inside

Okay, so this is a film about a young woman (Isabella) who goes to Italy to try and clear the name of her mother (Maria) who has been locked up in a mental hospital for murdering three people when her daughter was 8 years old. The murders occurred during an exorcism in the family home. Now 25, Isabella and her cameraman Michael solicit the help pf two priests (Ben and David) who admit to performing exorcisms against the Church's rules. It is a docufilm (meaning it is shot documentary-style), but I can say that I hated it much less than The Blair Witch Project. I mean A LOT less. If you liked Paranormal Activity (either the first one or the 75th), you will likely love this film. Because it was supposed to be a documentary, I will say the acting was superb. When it comes to freak-out factor, on a scale of 1-10, the film is about a 4.

Maria Rossi has never been proven to be a real person. However, there are some who claim to have proof of her existence. It is alleged that she murdered the individuals in her home as well as the elderly next door neighbor. It is said that she did not make the 911 call depicted in the film but was caught the next day after standing outside her home and singing "We killed Edna" repeatedly. Whether real or not, she and The Devil Inside have caused quite a stir amongst some movie-goers. This is a story that may have been better in the pages of a novel than on the big screen. Putting the acting, the freak out factor and the cinematography together overall, I was unmoved and almost requested a refund.

If you are looking to see swearing priests and generally some of the strangest shit you have ever seen in your life, go see this film. But, if you're looking for a movie with a happy ending, or even an ending at all, save your money.