Grounded by Insecurity

I look you up and down,

I secretly frown                                                          

Word gets around town, especially if your brown

The sound of Jim Crow, keeping the rich rich and the Po Po

This is the way the story goes

I’m telling you what I think I know Fo Sho

Grounded by Insecurity, it’s not you but

Me that I see

My eyes keep playing tricks on me

I look at the way you walk, talk, and sashay around

You look at me, I turn my head to the ground

I judge what you wear, I check out the color of your hair

Then I compare your shape to mine

Criticizing you the entire time

Grounded by Insecurity, it’s not you but

Me that I see

My eyes keep playing tricks on me

I never speak a word out of my mouth

Yet the doubt is hidden in my soul

The clothes hide the rolls, but not the holes

I desperately need to fill, the wounds I need to heal

Grounded by Insecurity, it’s not you but

Me that I see

My eyes keep playing tricks on me

You see once upon a time in a land far far away

I heard society say, that the color of my skin mattered

That day my dreams where nearly shattered

Splattered, my hope was scattered

They made me think that I didn’t matter

The chatter got even madder

They said beauty could be measured

should be treasured if you want to get ahead

With that said, I begin to dread my race

The Blackness of my face, the No space

Between my thighs, the darkness around my eyes

Grounded by Insecurity, it’s not you but

Me that I see

My eyes keep playing tricks on me

I began to create my disguise

I straighten my hair; I bleached my skin from dark to fair

I use Nair to get rid of the thick hair that covered my legs

I became ashamed of my dreads, the nappy hair on my head

Grounded by Insecurity, it’s not you but

Me that I see

My eyes keep playing tricks on me

Mislead by a lie, I let the real me die

Yet I must defy the odds, massage the truth

Dodge the aloof, recognize the proof

Of my own worth, rebirth, this is new turf

That I tread on, like a baby, I’m reborn

The skin torn as I come alive

The queen Bee nurtures her hive

Without me you can’t survive

Grounded by Insecurity, it’s not you but

Me that I see

My eyes keep playing tricks on me

I have not yet arrived at my destination

Standing at the bus station

I remain patient, without hesitation

I release frustration, in anticipation

Of the great emancipation that’s not Abraham Lincoln

But of the way I’ve been Thinkin

Bout My insecurity

I said It’s not you but Me that I see

Now we are both Free to be

Please emancipate THE We IN ME!

Jacqueline Cary

Aka “Wisdom”

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Decorating with words

This is my new thing I'm trying, decorating with words. So far I love it!

Love this hand carve statue

IF I WERE A WHORE

THIS IS TO ALL THE WIVES TAKING THEIR HUSBANDS FOR GRANTED

THOSE WHO ARE COMPLAINING AND SAYING HE JUST NOT ROMANTIC

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU SAY

HE JUST MAY COME ACROSS A WHORE LIKE ME ONE DAY

WIVES LISTEN TO WHAT A WHORE HAS TO SAY

IF I WERE A WHORE, I WOULD WORRY NO MORE

I WOULD NOT WORRY ABOUT WHAT I FELT

OR WITH WHOSE MAN I’D SLEPT

I WOULD NOT GET MY HEART BROKEN

OUR AGREEMENT IS UNSPOKEN

I AIN’T PLAYIN NEITHER AM I JOKIN

I WOULD NOT CARE ABOUT WHOSE BED FROM WHICH I AWOKE

THE SEX WE HAVE IS ALWAYS STOKED, HANDCUFFS, CHAINS, AND ROPES

FLOWERS, WINE, AND LOVE NOTES

 

IF I WERE A WHORE, LIFE WOULD NEVER BE A BORE

INSTEAD IT WOULD BE LIKE A CONSTANT TOUR

I WOULD NEVER GROW TIRED OF WHAT NEXT TO EXPLORE

WE HAVE NOW, NOT FOREVERMORE

IF I WERE A WHORE, THE WIFE WOULD NO LONGER HAVE JOY

I’D BE PLAYING WITH HER TOY, LOVING THE MAN, YET PLEASING THE BOY

HER LIFE SHE COULD NO LONGER AFFORD

SHE WOULD BE LEFT AT HOME PERFORMING ALL THE CHORES 

BECAUSE I WOULD ALLOW HIM TO ENJOY, NEVER CLOSING ANY DOORS

YOU SEE THE LIFE OF A WHORE IS AN ADVENTURE

A LIFE OF CONSTANT SPLENDOR

WITH ME HE’S A BIG SPENDA,YOUR MAN IS ALWAYS TENDER

AND TO HIS FANTASIES I ALWAYS SURRENDER

YOU ARE LIKE A SPLINTER THAT NEEDS DIGGING OUT

ALL YOU DO IS WALK AROUND AND POUT

PLACING DOUBT IN HIS MANHOOD

YOU MAKE HIM FEEL MISUNDERSTOOD

NO LONGER THE CENTER OF HIS WORLD

I HAVE BECOME THE NEW EXCITING GIRL

WEARING FISHNETS, LACE, AND PEARLS

YES, I KNOW IT WON’T LAST FOREVER

THAT'S WHY  I AM VERY CLEVER

I KEEP IT LIT ON HIS LEVEL,

I SAY “YES BABY “WHATEVER

WHILE YOU BRING PAIN AND DISCOMFORT

I LAY IT ON THICK LIKE A SOOTHING OINTMENT

WHILE YOU COMPLAIN AND FUSS BECAUSE HE WATCHES THE GAME

I RUB HIM DOWN; I SOOTHE HIS ACHES AND EASE HIS PAIN

WITH ME THERE’S NEVER A NEED TO EXPLAIN

HE LOVES WHEN I CALL OUT HIS NAME

CAN A WHORE PLEASE MAKE IT PLAIN?

FRONT SEAT DRIVING IN YOUR LANE

I FULFILL FANTASIES, I'M HIS ESCAPE

I SAY YES, I NEVER MAKE HIM WAIT!

HE FEELS THE PAIN YOU BRING

WISHING HE COULD TAKE BACK THE RING

YOU’VE BECOME BITTER AND MEAN

MAKING A SCENE EVERYWHERE YOU GO

GIRL YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THE WORDS OF A HOE

BEFORE THE LIFE OF THE WIFE EXIST NO MO!

Jacqueline Cary

Aka wisdom

OJT( On the Job Training)

Why do men insist on training their woman/or significant others to be with someone who does not show them the attention they deserve?

Maybe you are asking where all of this is coming from, and how could this be true?

 

I know some men might be quick to say “I am not training you do to Shit” but just hold your horses and let me tell you how you are doing this. I am not placing blame; I am just offering education.  

Men if you have a significant other and you do not treat them with love and respect, if you do not place value on them, you are essentially training them to be with and accept any old Joe.

You are teaching them that if someone else comes along it would not take great effort from the other person to REEL them in. Men please listen to me, if you never bring them flowers, if you never go that extra mile, or show them just how beautiful they are; those actions lower the requirement for the next man. 

Let me ask you a question? Would you stay at a job where the benefits sucked? I don’t think so, and if you did stay it would be because you felt you could not do any better, but in the back of your mind you would be looking and thinking about something better.

You would want a job that pays better, offers better benefits, and treats you like a person instead of a payroll number. Well this is the same with your significant other. 

Yes, I know that there are some women that do the same thing, but that’s another Blog subject for another time.

Just think about what I am saying here; for example if you are used to living in a one bedroom, one bathroom house, and someone offers you a two bedroom one-bathroom house then that seems like a better offer, it seems as if they have upgraded you, however, if you are used to a three bedroom, two and half bathroom house, then that same offer becomes less appealing unless you are looking to downsize. 

I always imagined that a person would want to upgrade themselves and their significant other. I do realize that there is a saying “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure”, but if you think about it, that man would have to be a trash treasurer if the other man’s trash is now his treasure.

I know this is a popular saying, and perhaps when it first came out it was appropriate, but this is a new era and I am here to remind you that trash is always trash and a treasure is always a treasure even if it was thrown in  or retrieved from the trash can. 

The real problem may be that the one that had the treasure may not have realized he had a treasure and he mistook it for trash! In that case, it is the stupidity of that man for not knowing the value of what he has or had.

Just because he does not treasure his treasure does not make the treasure trash.  

Case and point, if you retrieved a genuine Mona Lisa from a garbage bin still intact, does that diminish the value of the Mona Lisa, or do you pity the fool that threw it away?  

I do not think this sort of training is intentional; nevertheless, it is happening every single day. You see, this is what I call OJT (On the Job training). You train your significant other by what you do, not just by what you say. The mistreatment, the lack of affection, the detachment is all OJT (on the Job training). 

I know this is an age of Online training, but we all know that OJT, and apprenticeship programs work best. Training carried out in real life situations is proof that you know and understand what you are doing.

So, am I to believe that the reason you treat your significant other this way is due to online training and not OJT? Well the good news is that if you are still breathing you still qualify to give OJT (on the Job training).

Starting today, I mean starting right now, you can begin to implement love, affection, kindness, gifts of all kind, respect and worth to your significant other. This will train them on what to require and relieve you of any doubts of them looking for employment elsewhere! 

Jacqueline Cary

Aka wisdom

MIND

Why do we focus on the past, life goes so fast?

The mask of regret, the ill neglect we can’t correct

The special effects, call the Tech-Nician, no need for permission

Focus on the new mission, intuition is your director

Reflector, protector of past pain, let it remain where it be

Open your eyes, set your soul free, eyes in the back of your head

For real? No, they’re in front of your face, reach the finish line at your own pace

Outer space is your goal, creating adventures that’s never been told

New creations easily unfold, unroll, new, not covered with mold

Fresh, blessed untangled from the mess, time to arrest the past

Handcuffs will accomplish the task, Free at last has already been coined

Don’t stop to mourn, be reborn, live and not die, eat the cake not apple pie

The American dream that’s all a lie, dream your own dreams that’s where

Your satisfaction multiplies, like flies on a new pile of shit

Stick with it, don’t quit, don’t lament, full sighted no longer a squint

Better than 20/20   is your vison, be your own prison 

Like Alcatraz, surround yourself with water, create mind borders

Be a hoarder of feeling good, grinding on some good wood

Stop trying to be understood, so what if you’re from the hood

So was robin, not starving like Marvin

Set your margins High, reach way up into the sky

fly like the eagle, never settle for Being meager, like Evel be a Knievel

Do your own stunts, De-Bunk the drama this one’s for your momma!

Like the Dalai Lama love is who you are, gaze in the mirror

You will see the star that you wish to find

So, let go of the past and you will Surely Shine

Remember your treasure is a Freed-up mind!

Jacqueline Cary

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