This is a public service announcement to my readers! I know my book 'Without Consent' deals with an extremely sensitive subject - rape; however, this is not a fiction novel what I'm about to say to you. Recent claims have surfaced saying that 10% of rapes are not being reported. That may be a small number but imagine for a minute you are among that 10%. That could easily be your mama, girl, sister, aunt or anyone who have influenced who you are today. Marinate on that. Be their advocate now, not after the rape.

I read a great non-fiction book about a month ago about a young man who was incarcerated for damn near most of his life. First chapter he admitted to raping his black sistahs to prepare him for raping white women. This is the image a lot of young men are having of us. Please my sistahs of all races become aware of what's going on and fight. Fight for friends, family, daughters, yourself.

I do wanna address some stupid ish men will say to switch the blame on this hideous act:

1. "I paid for your dinner, you owe me!" You don't owe him shit!

2.  We're married! You are suppose to give it to me whenever I ask for it!" If you say 'no', married or not he needs to respect your wishes - period.

3.  You wanted it too, I mean look what you got on! WTF?! So since we're on the clothes subject, if a man walks around with his draws showing do that give me the right to grab your dick?

It saddens me that my people are mentally enslaved in their own minds. This is the worse kind of slavery. That we can actually let this happen in our communities, let alone contribute to it. What are we telling our kids? Rape is not cool, it damages a person emotionally. It's a false sense of power. Redirect that power toward building up our community not tearing it down with our bare hands.

And please wrap it up,
get tested &
get knowledge!

Peace & Love

Warmth

I want you
I want the smoothness of your mocha colored stomach
that quivers under my touch

I want your arms wrapped
around my body sealing the last
piece to my puzzle

I want my thick thighs
wrapped around your waist
pulling you to my body,
your tattoo on the right side of your chest
intermingling with mine
as though they were performing an erotic, forbidden dance

The intensity of your eyes
exposes the emotions I swore I wouldn't have

Keri Hilson was right,
Sometimes love comes around & knocks you down

I crave your lips,
lips that part when I'm around making me wonder,
was that for me?

The curve of your back side,
chocolate hills
forming a King's body,
moves fluidly to an imagined song

Damn I want all of you
even if it is for only one night.

It Is Rape Culture | Clutch Magazine: The Digital Magazine for the Young, Contemporary Woman of Color

It Is Rape Culture | Clutch Magazine: The Digital Magazine for the Young, Contemporary Woman of Color

Dream and Hustle

Sorry, I had to borrow Mr. DreamandHustle.com's title for a minute because of something he posted a minute ago. Don't quite remember what the topic was exactly about but I do remember something that was stated about you cannot consider yourself a hustla if you are not producing money. Basically you runnin' around sayin' a lot of things that you are tryin' to do but not really producin' anything out of all of those thangs. I get that. Although I don't consider myself lazy, or blowin' hot air about what I do and what I want to accomplish as a writer I get it. So I decided to rearrange some things so I can get established as a writer and that is to be a freelance writer. Do you know how many magazines are out there hiring freelancers? I could of been doin that for some chump change while I'm building my resume! That's alright, sometimes Diamondz get a lil dirty, just dust it off and keep movin.

Last name 'eva', First name 'greatest'.

Off?

Have you ever felt like you are standing still while everyone else is speeding by at full speed; uncatchable? That's how I'm feeling right now. It's not necessarily a negative feeling it's just that I feel like I have to step my game up but how? Yes I wish that I would have made moves a long time ago, but it is what it is. I wish that I had more for my family but again, it is what it is. But I look at this moment right now and I wouldn't want to change it for nothing in the world. Mentally I'm satisfied but not too comfortable to handle my business and make things happen. I'll get it together. Peace and Love.

Over

I luv this cat. Even though he does look like my baby daddy, I can't get mad at his hustle. I'm glad that even though the President is locked up for a minute Young Money still handlin' they business.

Somethin' for the fellas.

I was re-reading my lil' story I did a minute ago, LOL Ssshh! Be quiet!? Remember that? Go ahead and scroll down to the story and take your cold shower before coming back to this post. LOL. Anywho, I realized that the story was geared more toward the ladies and I don't wanna leave my sexy fellas out so I promise within the next few days I will have something laced for you too. It might be too hot for tv, internet, whateva.

Can I get a moment of silence.....

I know that I'm suppose to just talk about writing, how to come up in the industry, and all of that wonderful stuff. But I wanted to pause the game for a minute because I've not looked on the internet for 24 hours and apparently within that time span some serious 9 levels of hot mess has happened in the entertainment world. My absolutely favorite site Necolebitchie.com posted 3 things that I thought needed to be recognized considering that I am a female I thought I should speak on it quickly and then keep it movin'.

First story I thought was a damn mess is the story on the Basketball wives or whateva the hell they are suppose to be! Now I don't know these women personally but just looking at the trailer made me mad as hell! I live in the hood and see fights like that all the time, can I get a show because I act like a ignant heifa?! Is this how we black women have resorted to? I'm tired of seeing what car you drive, or clothes you rock, or who you screwin' to get up in this show?! Damn I sound like I'm hatin' uh? Shit it is what it is.

This story is not that bad but in a way it is. When I get married, I'm rockin' the ring my husband gives me and I expect the same thing with him. Don't think that we are about to get married and you still walking around here with a ringless finger? You have lost your damn mind! It's not about the ring but I'll be damn if I have you runnin' around here free as a bird! What did Mary J say, "You can try to act single if you want to...." sidewink.

Last story of foolery. Can somebody tell that lil' hooker from Cheetah girls to sit down or somethin'. Black women, listen and listen good, don't sell yourself short and try to be somethin' that you are not. I don't know if this girl is even legal but her single is talkin' about gettin' drunk and having unprotected sex with some random dude from a club?! Do STDs not ring a bell? AIDS? Pregnancy? Where is her mama?!

That's all I needed to say. I feel better now. LOL.

:(

Had some disturbing news. I didn't get the book deal that I wanted but that's ok. I just need to grind harder and figure out what I can do to get myself out there and make what I already know how to do betta, know what I'm sayin'. I'll get it together.

Will you.....

I watch the many faces of my sistahs.
The look of pain, betrayel, abandonment;
all of that tattooed permanently
on their faces but not by choice.

I watch the attitudes of my sistahs.
This is their armor, their skin.
Fuck putting on foundation,
attitude is their makeup
but not by choice.

I watch the swagga of my sistahs.
You can't buy that shit from Walmart
or Abercrombie & Fitch!

Their curves sway rhythmically to their own music.
And yet you still do not notice,
is this your choice?
To leave us to raise your children
while you parade the 'prize' around the hood
where we once greased and braided your hair,
where we played hide go get it,
smoked a blunt and drunk our red kool-aid
out of the pickle jars until the street lights came on?

Are you that disconnected with yourselves?
Afraid of looking at us directly in the face
because you will only and always see the
reflections of yourself?

They are not band-aids that will cover up
the burden of carrying the world on your shoulders.
Only we can lighten that load.
Only we can help lift you, love you, relate to you,
and help fulfill your destiny of being the Kings you
all are suppose to be!

Sit down with us and chop it up a lil'.
Reconnect with us, love us!
Will you make that your choice?