The "P" Word....

A beautiful paradox… an astonishing bundle of contradiction… you don’t know how good you have it, do you?… I cringe when I hear you speak of your hips being too wide… I flinch at the stories of heartbreak, dog ass niggas, failed love and cutthroat losses… so unaware of the clout that you have been blessed with… your “secret weapon” whose mystery you have tainted and weakened as you have been incapable of substantiating its weaponry….

Great strength hidden in the depths of your loins… great strength diluted everyday by your heart … the one weakness that you posses... your immense heart… fighting the good fight with your greatest possession… do you not realize who you are… are you so ignorant that you do not see your throne that awaits you and the glass slippers tailored for your feet…  

From the womb armed with a weapon of mass destruction… an apparatus so strong, a love potion so potent that men have went to war because of it… rulers have forfeited kingdoms  because of your splendor… Helen of Troy, bad bitch of history, instigator to the Trojan War because of the majesty that she possessed… the ability to make presidents defy first ladies… Ms. Monroe, that bad ass Lewinsky broad, each in tune with their extraordinary strength… the same grandeur wonderment  that you have overlooked… you have allowed yourself to be undermined when all this time it is you that encompasses authority… pick your head up sweetheart… you are the shit!

Take your place among the greats dollface… you are commanding… equipped with a yoni that needs nothing more than a mere iota of stimulation to begin working overtime… the ability to produce the sweetest nectar one could ever be so lucky to have dribbled on his lips…  like a beautiful, personal haven of the falls of Niagra…  the cave that houses the vault that hides the formula of youth…  its nothing short of magical… you have the gift to start WARS mama… pick up your fucking head, poke out your beautiful breast and walk with a swag that proves the fluidity of your prominence ….

An inexorable energy….  A force to be reckoned with… She-Ra… Wonder Woman… a heroine by birthright…  a muse for  supreme creativity… portraits painted with the finest of brushes and the most vibrant of colors could not begin to capture your exquisiteness… even the most heartless of men have glorified your strength in some form or another… love stricken poets personifying your potency with witty words and the vigor of a mad man… ideations and silver screen masterpieces of your lovely possession breaking your male counterparts down to the weakest forms of humanity… lying in a puddle of their own lingam juice… weakness oozing ,uncontrollably, out of their fragile bodies… he refers to your wonderfulness as “your majesty”… you are the chink in his armor… his Achilles heel… do you now see that you are not playing with fire… you are the fire that is not to be played with… sugar and spice and everything that is nice is what you are fashioned of… LIFT YOUR FUCKING HEAD AND WALK AS IF YOU RULE THIS WORLD MAMA!!!!

Given the gift of healing, natural talent that causes euphoria and slight deliria… you can make a blind mind feel as if he has regained his sight through his sense of touch… men on the verge of jumping from the Golden Gate bridge have been persuaded back into sanity by your mere scent… the most detestable and vile creatures have humbled themselves and bowed to savor the essence of you… you have made the male species dig up blood diamonds in an attempt to forever possess you…  

Sadly I must watch as you are degraded, attacked, belittled… you have become the “bitches”, “whores” and “sluts” of the world… malicious words and infidelity your kryptonite… attacked with your own artillery for he is intimidated… you own him… he cannot admit defeat… so he uses your strength to weaken you… baby girl walk as if you are the goddess of sensuality, Aphrodite herself... because you are… sway as if you hold the universe in the curve of your hips… because you do… smile with the sultriness of a deity that has infinite power… no one woman should have all that power… but we do… Power of the PUSSY!

~Viola Monroe (Ms. Landry if you’re nasty)

Romeo vs. Juliet

Men are from mars … women are from Saturn (we like to have rings on it)… man vs. women… the age old war… can’t live with them, can’t suffice without them…  Both part of the human race... yet, two diverse species separated by the unique thought process that each possess ….

Men vs. women… we think different… we walk different… we talk different… yet, we are made for each other… Eve created for Adam… two creatures that have been fashioned to fulfill the third tier of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs… love… than why, I often wonder, does MY love never seem to accomplish its purpose… am I that horrible of a woman that I cannot achieve the most basic, and primary,  function that I have been put on this earth for?... Is it me?... It could be… or…. Farfetched thought here… it could be you… let’s look at your requirements… humor me… listen to yourself for a moment…

Baby girl… I don’t ask for much from you… just please keep yourself up… make sure your hair is always done, outfit always on point, and those love handles obsolete…. I can’t promise you I will ever notice that your weave was just redone or that those new Trues fit your ass so well… Now move from the front of the TV… I’m busy playing Marvel vs. Capcom… just keep that ass tight for daddie….

Now listen sweetheart, if you plan on being wifey I will need you to know how to cook and clean for your man… I will never compliment that peanut butter and jelly sandwich that only you make the way you do… with a little syrup warmed into my peanut butter and my bread slightly toasted… its cool but you always put too much peanut butter babes… and that roast you cooked the other night was a tad too salty… yeah I ate it all but I had to drank two cups of water to kill that salt… Nevertheless, I want that tight ass butt-naked in that kitchen daily… you know what I like….

Honey, must I constantly remind your ass that you need to pop that birth control as if our life depends on it… because it does… I know you said it makes you gain weight and moody but baby you know I’m not ready for anymore kids at the moment… Of course I could wear condoms but you know I like to raw dog my baby sweet wett pussy… So put that pill on your daily agenda… right along with a workout plan to keep the fat away… you know I like MY ass tight… yeah, I said MY ass…

Bitch if I catch you flirting with these niggas on Facebook and Twitter again Imma bat the piss outta you… all types of “LOL” and “How are you”… and don’t even try to compare that shit to these bitches that send me they cooch via text… these hoes are just fans… I love you girl and these bitches mean nothing to me… Now get the fuck off Facebook and go do some squats… keep papa bear ass tight….

Your my old lady now so Imma need your undivided attention… when I want it… pacify me when I’m sick… feed my ego when I’m feeling less than adequate… tell me how my dick is the best you ever had so I know that pussy is mine… shower me with kisses if I have any doubt about you loving me… but ONLY WHEN I WANT… don’t fucking call me a hundred times when I’m out with my boys… go to bed if I don’t return home by 2am.. I’m a grown ass man and I don’t need you worrying about me… unless I want you to… now scoot that tight ass to this side of the bed kuz your man needs some attention….

My love… it’s not that hard… so simple even a cavewoman can do it… love me how I want to be loved, when I want to be loved and wherever I tell you to love me… if I say cook you fix me a kings meal, if I say clean you disinfect down to the doorknobs, if I say suck my dick you get down on your knees in the middle of a library and suck me bone dry, if I say your titties are too small you take your ass in that operating room and risk your health to ensure that I get my double Ds…. It’s not hard mama… I make it so easy for you… I tell you everything that I don’t like about you so that you know what the fuck you need to work on… Love me… How I want you to love me…. It’s just that simple…

~Viola Monroe

FROM GOOD TO GREAT

Pondering… life as I know it… questioning my past… deciphering if I am ultimately the master of my destiny…  how often we get caught up in living that we never stop to reflect, to plan, to wonder ….

28 years on this earth… at least 8 in which I have been grown enough to understand that there is no “getting away with shit”, every action has an equally fucked up reaction and sometimes shit really does happen for no reason….

Subterranean meditative reflection… questioning life has a way of doing things to people, at least to me… we can sugar coat shit and say I have “stopped to smell the fresh air”… that is definitely not what this analysis is… maybe if my life was covered in green grass with pretty little dandelions floating in the breeze I could take in the aroma of that mysterious salubrious mixture of oxygen and nitrogen … we can sugar coat shit…it will still be shit… My life has been fulla shit and full of people that are fulla more shit…

See, I never knew normal, can’t fathom mediocrity and refuse to be reduced to a lackluster reality… Rebel without a cause… daredevil with no helmet or insurance… a raw dick in a foreign pussy…. No, my life has not been one that anyone would write chicken noodle soul soup stories about… Live fast die young, work hard play harder, go hard or go home… all that shit… but I kind of like my life… I don’t wanna die young…. So here I am… veering off the rode of insubordination and parking the motorcycle of unruliness, temporarily of course, as I mull over my existence…

I must stop because I have been recklessly exploring this path… traveling at the speed of light to a destiny that my mind has not fully formulated… I have lost my sense of direction… feel as if I am going in circles…. Starting to see the same warning signs that I passed up years ago… Making the same mistakes twice and still not “learning my lesson”…. Committing more crimes with less remorse…. Kissing more and telling all… Meeting more people in lower places and loving harder with less inhibition… I can’t slow down… it is not in my nature to slow down… So I must stop… think… deliberate… plan…

Looking at your life has a way of doing things to people, at least to me… I am now able to see ME for who I am…taking off the rose colored glasses… I was created for greatness… every pore in my body emits prominence… why the fuck am I not yet great… 28 years… at least 8 in which I have been grown enough to understand that if I don’t do anything worth shit I ain’t gone be shit… forever…. I have cheated myself… sabotaged my chances at world domination…

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed a large part of this journey… partying and bullshit… fleeting relationships with bad niggas with big dicks… plants that smell of bliss, taste of paradise and smoke like a dream…. The envy from insecure unimportant bitches…. Yep, this journey has been pleasurable for the most part… Yet, all good things must come to an end…. Good is good… I’m aiming for great….. 

06/18/11 @ 4:01 pm I have decided to discover and conquer this thing called greatness… I will laugh harder at the corniest of shit… I will kiss my kids for no reason and let them know that mommy loves them… I will cry when I feel like it and not making any excuses for these wonderful emotions that help articulate my soul… I will passionately masturbate at even the slightest yearn from my yoni… I will be biggest asshole with an even bigger heart… I will flaunt my beautiful body as if I am a centerfold in Hef’s “art”…I will love as if he is my last, again and again until I finally reach my last… I will inscribe my mark into this world… I was fashioned for greatness… I will be GREAT!

~ Viola Monroe

Lesson Learned

No…I don't want to be your old lady…no…. I don't want to be "committed" to you…no…I don't want you to promise that you won't have other bitches… all I really want to do is cuddle and fuck from time to time…

 

Don't frown at me… don't look at me with disdain…  Don't talk down on my thought process… I don't trust you, or him, or him… I am smart now… I know better… sex is safe, love is evil…Don't shake your head at me…

 

So let's go have a drink… roll a few trees… a little conversation always helps the mood… we can kiss… no tongue… I'm not your girl… Let's do what you came here for so you can leave… yes, you have to leave…

 

Don't get me wrong, I like you… your smile is cute… that fucking Louie V belt fits so well around your waist… you smell so fucking good… and taste even better… you always say the most witty shit… make me smile until my cheeks hurt… that little dimple in you right cheek is just the cutest … FUCK, stop it!... don't do that to me… please don't do that!

 

We've been down this road before… you know I wasn't always like this… I used to know how to love… I used to love YOU… I used to know how to trust… I used to trust YOU… I wasn't always like this…

 

I love you… via text… I love you… via phone calls… I love you… via sex moans… I love you… I used to know love… I used to love you…

 

I was delusional… believing my own illusion… you were always so smart… I loved that about you… you taught me things… taught me that love is a superficial deception of one's mind… I learned so much from you… shared so much with you… loved you so much… it wasn't real… you taught me that…

 

Long talks, hot showers, high days, oversexed nights…secrets shared, plans made, goals set… no one knew me better than you, no one fucked me harder than you, no one was as special as you, no one made me happier than you did, no one made me cry harder than you did, no one broke my heart more than you, no one taught me more than you…

 

My best friend, my worst enemy…  love vs. hate… you didn't warn me… you should have warned me… threw me in the water  and told me "swim bitch"… I learned my lesson… you were my teacher… you were my lover… you are my enemy!

 

So don't fucking judge me as I drown these shots of poisonous patron, flaunt around in my "come fuck me clothes", and partake in one night stands with uninteresting men that I never want to meet in the light of day…

 

I don't care if you don't want to "wife" me kuz I don't fucking like to cook your favorite fucking meal and wash your dirty ass draws and suck your salty fucking balls…

 

I don't love you, I don't trust you, I don't want you…. Hard dick, bubble gum and a blunt… that is all I request from you…  I don't trust loving you… you taught me that…. I've learned my lesson….

 

Viola Monroe