Queen's Warning.

I had this country ass auntie, and whenever she was about to tell me something deep and philosophical, she’d always say, “I’mma learn you somethin’, pay attention”. So in the tradition of my country ass auntie, I’mma ‘bout to learn y’all somethin’. Pay attention.   To the daddies, baby-daddies, would-be-daddies: Love your daughters. Pay attention to them, kiss them and hug them. Even if you and your momma know they ugly as hell, you’d better make them feel beautiful. Because if you don’t, there are raggedy, funky ass niggas who will… at your daughters expense of course. Then your little girl’s will spend the next God-knows-how-long (try 10 years) suffering either physically, mentally, emotionally, or God forbid all three. Take it from someone who knows. It hurts. And yeah, your neglect will ultimately come out… be it in counseling or wherever. She’ll put 2 and 2 together eventually. Don’t say no one ever warned you. To the young heffas out there: And I say that with love, y’all. Your past will follow you. Don’t let no one tell you different. True, God forgives us every day, and he absolves us. You have to learn to forgive yourself. But just because God has forgiven you and you’ve forgiven yourself doesn’t mean the world and its minions are equally ready to forgive. There is always someone out there with the finger of condemnation aimed your way. Best way to avoid it… just act like you got some sense. Even if your circumstances leave you feeling empty and ugly, don’t look for validation in the arms of some man. Because you wont find validation… only the cold hard reality that you’ve once again played yourself close.   To the folks who see my young heffas and choose not to help them: Watch what you say. Don’t let that finger of condemnation belong to you. Because God will handle you for persecuting His young ones. Don’t think He doesn’t see you. You may not acknowledge Him, but when your life starts turning left and you cant seem to get things going right… ask yourself who you’ve injured in the past week. Nothing wrong goes unpunished. You don’t know why people do what they do. And you never know when your own past will show up to bite you in the ass. You may not be what they are, but we all got something to hide. He sees it, and He’ll air it out if you ain’t careful. See all three of these points add up to what happened to me last night before I went to bed. I got a phone call that took me through these issues, and I had to tell y’all. It’s my obligation as the Neighborhood Queen (Reigning Supreme) to put y’all up on game. Anyways, this is the main reason why I’ve revoked the Homie Passes from the Ex’es. They are the main folks who want to point fingers. I don’t point at them, I just leave them… for good. They cant handle it. They beg, doesn’t work. They cry, doesn’t work. They get new women, I don’t care. Then they use the last resort, making me feel like shit about my past then trying to fix it, like they’re the only niggas on earth who could possibly want me. The most recent ex I left was a bona-fied Crackhead, dope fiend, etc. I left him for that. I forgave him the first instance when he came up missing for 2 days and I had to find him via my Stealth Detective type ways; laid out in a crack house. I helped him through rehab, and still stayed by him. This nigga had yet another relapse after that, called me on some bullshit while I was at a restaurant with moms and some fam, and I ended up in the hospital with my blood pressure 190 something over 99. Stroke level. So I had to leave him. I wasn’t gonna put him on front street on the internet, but fuck that. He pissed me off last night. He called me and we were having a slightly decent conversation and this nigga goes: “You know, the only thing about you is I know you had sex with a lot of guys. I never wanted to marry someone like that. But you’ve got everything else, I can deal with that. It just irks me.” I saw red. I didn’t cuss him out, I’m doing a lot better. I answered him by saying, “Well since I LEFT YOUR ASS MONTHS AGO, that’s something you never, ever, as long as you live, have to worry about again, now is it?” He started stuttering. Yeah, nigga. Good way to make sure you never get back with me again, since that was, in fact, what your inept, uneducated, broke and busted ass was trying to do. Here is the deal, asswipe. YOU ARE A CRACKHEAD. You don’t know how many men I got down with, because I never told you. It is enough for me to think about and cry out to the Lord, but in reality, it ain’t that many, ‘cuzz. I just have a conscience.  But because I tried to be honest in my relationship, this muthafucka decides to POINT HIS DOPE FIEND ASS FINGER at me, knowing how much I suffer over the person I used to be. Knowing I still haven’t forgiven myself, all these years later, I’m still crying when I pray about it. He knows this shit. And this is what he does. Stupid nigga. The Queen is pissed, people. Watch what you say and do, and who you do it to. Because vengeance is a muthafucka. And I don’t even have to lift a finger. He has yet to feel my wrath, and don’t think I’m not gonna make him feel it before I’m done with him. He isn’t over me, and he just set himself up for some major pain. Someone better pray for me quick, because I’m pissed, and I’m all prayed out. That’s a dangerous combination.