Men Cry In the Light

Hey Family!!! I know y’all missed me but Ms. G. had some bizness to take care of downtown yesterday. Upon returning to work this morning I was quite dismayed to discover a coworker of mine with not one but TWO black eyes!!! What in the Hell?

“Oh my God, BK Miller what happened to you?”

“That crazy ass Nickel broke in my house and caught me in my new king sized bed with Thai Peppers!!!” he cried.

Umm umm umm damn! I just shook my head and walked away. You see I felt responsible as I had previously prophesized that exact situation. Sharing tidbits & snippets of our personal lives – as coworkers tend to do – I knew that Nickel was going to be trouble. She seemed unstable and had BK a bit confused.

He would rant and rave about how she would come over and basically have him singing like Eddie Murphy belting out ‘Party All The Time’ in a mink hat and cowboy boots. Then just disappear or not call for weeks at a time. Poor thing would be so heartbroken.

“I ain’t taking her lil beady eye ass back this time. Oh no, I got some new peoples coming over!” He would declare this with such ferocity – sweat on forehead, concentrated look in eye, clenched fists- until I believed him. Needless to say she’d be back in a week.

Ladies (and gentlemen), I know some of you are laughing because you’ve been treated this way by men (never Ms. G. cause niggas know I will hunt their asses down & set something on FIRE!!!) But ladies lets be fair: MEN CRY IN THE DAYLIGHT TOO!

Everybody knows how Mookie over on Benning road (NE) was so in love with Key Lo Lo and believed her to be as pure as the driven snow (or whatever phrase YT uses). However we all know that Ho’s (yes some biaches deserve capitalization) name should have been Key Blo Blo. That girl was putting everyone to her lips from Ned the Wino to Tim Bo the Trash man. Some of them within the same hour, Supahead take notes.

TKO (named changed to protect the innocent) gets an engagement ring polished every month cause his chick just flipped, clipped and dipped. Now he’s all about bending someone over & rolling out. He doesn’t want to see any of “those no good heifers faces”. Poor Peanut, he won’t even date Libra women because one left him so tore up!!! Child that boy was broke down on the side of Lovers Lane wearing crotch less leather pants, spike & chain vest with a whip in his boots and a feather in his hair.

The point I’m trying to make people, is that we all should be a lil kinder & gentler in matters of the heart. Next time King Salmon is outside kicking at your door, you may want to re-evaluate that 911 call. Some men can be scarred for life. Now I’m not saying let that nigga run up in your crib like he Cujo, no then he gots to be put down. I’m just saying men have hearts too.

Don’t crush them up like Trina & Lil Wayne’s special hood ‘headache’ powder & sprinkle them on the wind for the rest of us to catch pieces of a crazy man. Let them down gently, so that when the next woman comes along she can just add a lil glue to the cracks.

Of course even Ms G. realizes that some Knee Grows are dogs just because they’re dogs & want to get all the stray kitty cats they can. For those types I say take ‘em to every expensive restaurant (this does not include Red Lobster) you can find. Charge the card to the max. Use their cell to call Loqueshia ShaShaun ‘nem in Georgia to discuss the afternoon stories in the afternoon – no free nights & weekends then. Withhold the booty during this time of course. Then give his best friend some behind his back. That’ll teach him.