I am sure this is probably not the headline you were expecting, but here it is. I have come to the realization that I am HOOD! Oh tooshay you say. But I am serious. Not only am I serious, but if you are reading this, YOU ARE TOO. This is why I say this. Of course I am from the “ghetto” but that has nothing to do with it. I am in love with hip-hop, that isn’t it either. I want a thug, getting warmer. I need someone who understands that I might slip up and curse, or wear my head scarf to the gas station, maybe even bless a few cashiers with some not so flattering comments, BINGO!
To me the men sell out too fast. There I said it. Some of them forgot where they came from and are scared as hell to go back. What does that leave us. A bunch of high faluten men with an obsession for natural hair and silicone breast. Seriously think about it. Here you have an educated woman who came from a single family home. She put herself through school bartending all while caring for her son. Then you have this corny dude who grew up on the same block. He never came outside. Then once in college he tried erasing the memories of foodstamps and 2 live crew, with blondes and Beethoven. Nothing wrong with a little culture. But the problem is forgetting your OWN.
As women from a certain place, race isn’t the only factor. It’s remembering those humble beginnings that make us appreciate what we have. We as women are more in tune with what we want for ourselves. We understand that we have a bigger battle to win in this society. Once success is obtained when can’t help but remember those low times that made us reach for the stars.
When looking for a mate we have to consider our individual struggles. And if we feel they don’t understand us. We have nothing left to say, except for goodbye.
Men fall in love with the girl next door because she is from the “hood.” She understands his life, what he didn’t have and what he hopes to gain. For successful women nothings different. We want someone willing to accept us fully, for who we were, who we are now, and who we want to become.
I need someone willing to accept me for me. Bottom line. I curse, I drink socially, and talk loud with my girlfriends. I’m not afraid to put my finger in someones face or roll my eyes. I like hip-hop and could school you on jazz. All in all I’m a good woman but I may be too much for a church boy, not enough for a king pin, but jut right for a man who understands struggle and knows where he came from.
Ladies don’t give up if you’re single. Just be sure you have A LOT in common. Please don’t be fake if you’re in a relationship keep it 100%. Rep your “hood” girl.
I am sure this is probably not the headline you were expecting, but here it is. I have come to the realization that I am HOOD! Oh tooshay you say. But I am serious. Not only am I serious, but if you are reading this, YOU ARE TOO. This is why I say this. Of course I am from the “ghetto” but that has nothing to do with it. I am in love with hip-hop, that isn’t it either. I want a thug, getting warmer. I need someone who understands that I might slip up and curse, or wear my head scarf to the gas station, maybe even bless a few cashiers with some not so flattering comments, BINGO!
To me the men sell out too fast. There I said it. Some of them forgot where they came from and are scared as hell to go back. What does that leave us. A bunch of high faluten men with an obsession for natural hair and silicone breast. Seriously think about it. Here you have an educated woman who came from a single family home. She put herself through school bartending all while caring for her son. Then you have this corny dude who grew up on the same block. He never came outside. Then once in college he tried erasing the memories of foodstamps and 2 live crew, with blondes and Beethoven. Nothing wrong with a little culture. But the problem is forgetting your OWN.
As women from a certain place, race isn’t the only factor. It’s remembering those humble beginnings that make us appreciate what we have. We as women are more in tune with what we want for ourselves. We understand that we have a bigger battle to win in this society. Once success is obtained when can’t help but remember those low times that made us reach for the stars.
When looking for a mate we have to consider our individual struggles. And if we feel they don’t understand us. We have nothing left to say, except for goodbye.
Men fall in love with the girl next door because she is from the “hood.” She understands his life, what he didn’t have and what he hopes to gain. For successful women nothings different. We want someone willing to accept us fully, for who we were, who we are now, and who we want to become.
I need someone willing to accept me for me. Bottom line. I curse, I drink socially, and talk loud with my girlfriends. I’m not afraid to put my finger in someones face or roll my eyes. I like hip-hop and could school you on jazz. All in all I’m a good woman but I may be too much for a church boy, not enough for a king pin, but jut right for a man who understands struggle and knows where he came from.
Ladies don’t give up if you’re single. Just be sure you have A LOT in common. Please don’t be fake if you’re in a relationship keep it 100%. Rep your “hood” girl.
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