Damn…. Another day has passed by and I’m still single. Who would of thought that a beautiful “Black Queen” like myself would still be single. I know what you’re thinking. I’m a little cocky or I’m just full of myself. Nah….I just know my worth and I have standards and I refuse to settle for anything less. That’s right, yea I said it. I refuse to be made a fool of. If you’re a black guy or any type of guy reading this, you probably have the misconception that I’m a angry bitter black woman that curves a lot of men. Nah honey, trust that’s not even close to the story I’m about to tell you why I’m the way I am. Oh by the way, my name is Andrea if you was wondering.
Now back to story time. I’ve two beautiful children, one boy and one girl who I love to death and as a mother for all you ladies out there, you know that you have to be mindful and careful who you let in your kids life, because that can play a pivotal role in having them getting to know a guy that is only temporary. Also if any of you were wondering, I’m separated from my previous husband and I’ve been out there on the dating block getting to know most men but most guys have told me that I’m to intimidating because I make and earn more than they do and they find that as a strike to not be interested in me. Most of the guys that adhere to this ideology, told me that , they’re more traditional, where they want a woman to stay home and cook and clean and watch the children. When I told them that it would be a cold day in hell, if that were to occur. When they heard those words, they got offended and stormed off. But let me ask you this, put yourself in my shoes. If you were the mother of two children and a guy told you to quit your job and to stay home doing house duties while he makes all the money and all of a sudden he decides he doesn’t want to be with you anymore, so he leaves. What does that do to you? It makes you a woman that is homeless with two children out on the street with no money, because you believed in a guy that promised you that he would take care of you and your kids, and now he left you with nothing to fend for yourself. Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying that all men are like this, their are some great men out there. It’s just the ones I encountered, I’m just showing you from a black woman’s perspective, that when we say that we are a strong independent black woman, we don’t use that phrase to scare you off. But we use that phrase to show you men that we can provide for ourselves, so that a situation like I just mentioned doesn’t occur and we want to make sure that if we bring you around our kids that you plan to with us along time instead of trying to have a one night stand which will never happen with me, because I’ve respect for myself and I value my body.
So when a black woman or any woman in general ask you to go on a first date or to meet somewhere in public, we are basically trying to tell you, like hey show me that you’re interested in me and not just trying to dick me down. We are saying that, because deep down we don’t want to be somebody’s baby mother, we really want to be a wife and we want to help encourage our man, not tear him down and degrade him, but to uplift him and build a empire together, so we can both flourish and have a ravishing and great life that we can pass down to our kids and our future grand kids and their children also. That’s what us as black women really want, when we are talking you men, particularly black men. As a black woman it hurts me to see my strong, handsome black men date outside our race and putting our black women down, because we are to dark skin or not light skin enough for them to take serious or the notion we are loud or full of drama which is a lie. We already have to put up with societal crap, that portrays black women as angry or not light skin enough to be taken serious. Not to mention four hundred years of slavery we had to take care of the family and the black man to, but thats a topic for another day. You get the point. But also let me clarify that there’s nothing wrong with dating outside your race, you love who you love, I’m just saying it would be nice to see a strong black couple be together and flourish together financially and spiritually. In my opinion when most black women say they have high standards, we are alluding to that fact, that we want the best for you, where we motivate each other to become successful in both our goals and we just want you to respect us and to come correct and have something to put on the table besides dick, where we can get that anytime we want. So if me having standards is considered to be most men as being a angry, stuck up, bitter black woman, then I smile with pride knowing that I have respect for myself and that the gentlemen that is approaching me at the moment in time, knows that he’s looking at a beautiful black queen, that’s going to motivate him to be his very best and to have high standards for himself also. My name is Andrea and I’m a beautiful, intelligent black queen AKA “SOULS SISTA” and this is my resolve.
PS- Ladies remember, having high standards is not stuck, it’s about respecting yourself showing your potential male flirt that you can motivate them also, so they can hold their-selves to high standards as well! Thanks for reading queens, you are my “SOUL SISTA!”
We were born the same year. But at my fifth summer I was cursed to stay a young girl trapped in her 20’s forever. Yet my soul was growing older. My friend was growing up. My name is Ritasha by the way. Anyway I was becoming a beautiful teenager. Kind, caring and handsome. And every day my heart aged and my love for him grew stronger. We were friends, but we could never be lovers, could we? He had reached the age to marry a girl. Of course he had to marry a girl. No one would allow him to marry a poor girl not from a royal class.. Especially not a peasant girl who was trapped in the body of a peasant woman not looking glamorous. Yet this didn’t stop me from confessing my love to him on the night before his wedding. He kissed me gently, a real gentleman he was, before we ran away. Vanished into the night. He and I. It was magical but hard. We had to pretend I was his cousin. He grew older, now he had to pretend to be my grandfather. No one could know. We kept our secret hidden. He took it into his grave. My beloved friend, my everything. I still miss him every day. Even though it has been almost a hundred years since he passed away. I wish I could join him in death. But I am a vampire. Doomed to live forever. My heart is devoted to him, empty for anything else. My soul is old. My body young. Oh when, when will I pass away. Someone please set me free. My time to die has arrived. But I can not die yet because I still long for my one true love. I will wait as long as it takes to see him again as I drink from my last living being, I am drawn to my last sorrow filled memories. This all happened to fast; I could not stop my self from devouring my beloved. Now he has been banished to the fiery depths that is Hell. My love has left me, My lust now has control; As his father approaches me with a stake, I am ready to be banished into a world of black, my body to dust does it lay. With my broken heart and final tears, forever preserved in nothing but memories. Our ring lay, still wrapped in my bony mind that has died. I am nothing but a monster; I am the vampire. But I can not die yet because I still long for my one true love. I will wait as long as it takes to see him again as I drink from my last living being, I am drawn to my last sorrow filled memories.
Centuries has passed and I got invited to a Masquerade that was for vampires only. Not knowing what to expect, I got in my best garments and I went to the event where I was so amazed at everyone dancing I decided to join in myself.
A vivid spectacle of bodies moving in harmony. They spun and swayed and smiled as one to the sound of The Vampire Masquerade. A golden sheen befell the hall through the splinters of light that caught the gems on the chandelier and showered the guests with a honey dew. Magnificent floral pieces of pashmina and satin sheathed the blushing ladies while the ebony suited men braved their hearts and lead their counter-parts in the waltz. Among them stood one apart from the rest. With his royal blue jacket and dark grey trousers, and eyes that shone like a cat on a throne; he was seen in glimpses here and there. Some saw him dancing with a dame while others fell their gaze at the figure watching them from above, on the higher balcony; wherever he was his eyes remained fixed on one which was me. He wore an emerald suite, iridescent with embroidered gems. His eyes, blue like a stormy ocean, shot arrows of supremacy at any fool who dared to look. He entrance every woman who seemed ever so desperate to be acquainted with him. Through the beating maze of masked phantoms he made his way to me. Swift and sure I felt his beating heart since he got closer; we were both challenging each other’s every movement with our own. He was a breath away from me and he then whispers in my ear, “I have returned Ritasha?” I gasped, for I couldn’t believe it was my long lost loved. I was in shocked but I knew it was very real when he
put his lips on my neck ,softly kissing me and then he spins me around and says I’m “Vlad, my dear. But around here they seem to call me Dracula and I missed you and we never be away from each other ever again, because I’m immortal just like you, when you killed me on that fatal day and turned me into a vampire. I smiled and we both said we that we loved each other and we danced the night away into eternity while we feasted on the blood on our victim covered in a bloody romantic dancing spectacle.
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