Diary of an unmarried black woman, life

Is it Rape Culture, or does your SINGLE ASS just DRESS like a whore & PROVOKE it?

I haven’t posted my daily nablopomo posts due to lack of time but I would like to share some of the good stuff that’s out there and what I couldn’t keep to myself.

A lot of us black females experienced a situation like this but most of the time there wasn’t a brother that spoke up for us. I love this piece and can’t wait till part 2 comes. Signing off, 32 year old working student.

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“Look at bae!” I said under my breath as I watched a tall, brown-skinned, Monica-from-Love-and-Basketball looking woman walk past me & bat her eyes, lookin’ like a pretty ass giraffe grazing the savanna, despite the fact we were on a 24-hour-fitness basketball court.

She was wearing a black t-shirt, with the words, “you go girl” printed on it, long black basketball warmup pants, the Jordan Cool Greys, a white head band to hold back her huge curls and a naked face.

I could tell she was giving me, “the look”, because it wasn’t just a glance. She looked at me, glanced down, then slowly raised her brown eyes, until they were at my eye level. She was giving me the look Nala gave Simba in, “The Lion King”, before the two of them rolled around & made love in the grass.

“I’ll play you for it,” she said, rolling her…

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Diary of an unmarried black woman, life

Circle of Love Maybe


See me, Meet me
Check me, Flirt with me
Phone me, App me, Pbm me
Get to know me, 😀 with me. Date me, Court me, Fall in Love with me

Marry me, Live with me and Try to Cope with me. Touch me, Tease me, Feel me and do Nasty things to me. Baby me and Grow old with me.

Composed on November, 18th

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Diary of an unmarried black woman, life

What if I miss out on him because I’m staring at my phone

What if I missed out on him, you know,  him, him also called the one. The one society eagerly wants me to find, because 32 plus being single still equals 1.

What if I miss out on him because I’m sitting in the subway staring at my phone.

What if I miss out on him because I’m staring at my phone and I’m so busy with the updates on peoples Facebook timeline that I didn’t even noticed the update on the Erasmus line: his arrival.
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