The Prototypical Strong Black Man

What it look like good people? It me Steez. Chillin like a mad villain. Shout to Jessica and Tenicka for being up on these chronicles. I know I never met yall stankin asses...but I appreciate the support. Peep....I realized a few things today, and before I get to the real blog I want to shar them.
1. Its NEVER a good idea to quote Wesley Pipes. Even when you THINK you're alone at work in the coffee room. "There go that little cherry got broooooooken" is not a good look. I don't care where you work(sorry little siver haired lady that just wanted coffee)
2. Its hot as hog nuts here in Philly. 86 degrees aint no bullshit apparently. Who knew?
3. I'm white enough to like NIckelback. I was bangin some prime tunes(Smokee Robinson by Curren$y...check it if you havent already) and I pull up next to some crackas...and they are banging Rockstar by Nickelback...I turn down all the shit going on inside the Baron to sing along....if you WHITE...You Ben Affleck, apparently.
Now on to these Chronicles....shall we?

Today I wanted to speak on strength in the black community. Primarily among black males. If you a black man and you reading this, internalize the next sentence like your life depends on it, because it does. BLACK WOMEN DO NOT WANT YOU TO BE STRONG. Now I agree that this is a blanket statement. But so what. I know that every black woman is not looking for a dude that acts like he bleeds once a month. Ladies, if you are the opposite, cool. Keep reading....but shut the fuck up.

I am saying what I'm saying for many reasons. According to the Willie Lynch Papers the women watched the men be beaten to the point of almost being dead. Meaning, our women are used to seeing us fucked up. They have been socialized to being at their most comfortable when we are broken, and they have to rely upon some white man to care for them. Look at a person like Bitch Treachery. I've done eveything I could do to provide for her and my children. Still she became most comfortable when foodstamps and all that shit came into play. Go figure. So while I work like a slave, and she treats me like half a bitch. She runs to the white man for real security. Strength as it pertains to black men, in the eyes of black women means one of two things.

1. you a fuckin criminal and disobeying every law or rule put in front of yoy(popular among hood rats)
and
2. You are a new age slave that takes any and everything that comes your way on the chin. The lashes on your back have scarred and keloid-ed up...but yet you keep going.

To them strength is not going against the grain. It is not moving to the tune of your own drum. Nah. Its working a 925 and taking care of them and their lazy asses. That what defines "a real man"

Black men are slowly but surely becoming more and more femenized. Skinny Jeans. Gucci man purses. Arched eybrows. Hell even the corn rows and all that shit. Its Woman shit...you sit your self down and take how many hours to get your "head done"? You IS BITCH (c) Jungle.

What I mean is we as men need to start defining for ourselves what the new black masculinity is. Gone are the days where you have to turn shit to sugar just to put food on the table for your children. Blaze your own trail. Regardles of what YOUR personal Bitch Treachery says. Where she is your wife, mother, sister, aunt....whatever. Be your own man. Write your own rules. We are the chosen ones. Feel me?

In closing, I don't want anyone to think I'm dissing black women. I luuuuh yall *muuuah* LOL. But if its not too much to ask, if you have a good man in your life...as Method Man said rub him on the back and say "baby it'll be okay". Don't keep sending him out to the cotton field with no re assurance that his effort is not appreciated. And dudes? Don't act like you Atlas with all the world on your shoulders. You aint. Whatever woman you got is standing there supporting your back, legs, shoulders etc. You aint doin that shit alone. Ya dig?

I'm out....