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Men are from Mars…really!


Remembering Our Differences

Without the awareness that we are supposed to be different, men and women are at odds with each other. We usually become angry or frustrated with the opposite sex because we have forgotten this important truth. We expect the opposite sex to be more like ourselves. We desire them to “want what we want” and “feel the way we feel.” ” (Gray, 2001)

Now I bring this up because it seems no matter the calmness, the coolness that is collected on either end someone is angry or frustrated. I can’t tell you how many times I thought the situation was cool and out of the closet came this mystery of anger. I be like “Damn!”

When I was a girl I had my life planned out as I’m sure a lot of us did. I was going to be a business woman and since I would be so busy building my emperor I wouldn’t have time for a man or kids. But I was smart enough to know that I would probably want kids (because I’m a woman) so I figured I would start about 30, and I wouldn’t have a man I would just go to a fertility clinic. So at about age 10 I had it all worked out.

Then at about age 22 that was all shot to hell when my daughter arrived… Long story short I knew it would be a battle for me and whom ever I’d end up with, cause I’m a leader not a follower, I have a common sense attitude.  If you don’t have common sense then I don’t want to deal with you.

Being with a man makes that very difficult. Cause they just plainly do shit that make no sense what so ever. So as I learn how to better understand a man and his way of thinking. I am reminded of the relationship class I took in college. We had to read and discuss Men Are From Mars, Women Are from Venus. Now I haven’t retained that much, but I grab the book every time I need to give my man an excuse for being an ass.

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Walking on life


Dedicated to someone I use to know…

Automobile Fight!

I walk down the road,
traffic along my side,
I hear buzzing and roaring of life,
in a fight,
zooming by,
It’s a constant hustle,
of multiple situations to contrive.

As air flows threw my lungs,
I breath!

Keeping a continuous stride,
to my step,
I need speed,
gaining more momentive,
it’s all me,
like a horse I break free,
in the steed.

It’s adrenaline,
that pumps threw my vains,
my capillaries expand,
shooting blood to my brain,
Off the wire and on the chain,
I’m not jogging,
I’m running,
Maan!

On a natural high,
to sustain,
the conditions of commitment,
I maintain.

Nada one, Nada two,
we all in,
come with my on my run,
don’t jog,
feel the pavement,
below your meat,
introduce yourself,
to the concrete,
let the sweat trickle down your brow,
with music in my ear piece,
I feel peace.

I know some of y’all can relate,
it’s like opening the earth,
to let the quake shake,
it’s a reliever on my mind,
it’s the button I push on my life,
bringing forth a moment,
a halt,
to the automobile fight!

By: Kizzewrites

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