Sunday, November 1, 2009

It's Nothin but a Number or Is it?

Is age really nothing but a number?
Does a few years difference change a relationship if everything else is there?
Can we really be friends and hang out or is it impossible due to ones age difference?

As yu should know I'm 17. Yes, SEVENTEEN. The man in this situation is 20. Yes, TWENTY. Now I'm only three years his junior and I understand that is a small amount but significant. This guy and I have known each other by face for a few years but recently just found a new friendship. He works fulltime but next semester will be attending GA State majoring in Criminal Justice.He has his own car,two in fact, a nice paying job, and has a wonderful family. Well my last post was about him. Yes this is the man shocked I asked him out. Well in preparing for our rendezvous, I asked my father if I could go out. Since yu don't personally know my father I'll give yu a little insight. REG is a complex man, very driven, intelligent, creative, protective, an all around good family man who's willing to do and give anything for me. He asked for a little background info on the man I was ATTEMPTING to go out with. With little hesitation I shared his name, personality,how we met, but was slow to fork over the age but I did. His face held no expression but I knew he was thinking like WTF?!? He told me he'd get back to me, I was just hoping he'd say yes. We'd talked about me dating over my age bracket before and he had mafe it seem like no problem. One because he'd dated older and my mother his more than 5 years his senior. Second, He's very much like me. Third, I thought he'd be more understanding. Well the next day his verdict was no. Yes,No. He told me his reasons why....Wanna hear??

  1. #1. He's 20.
  2. #2.We're in different phases of our lives.
  3. #3. Stat Rape... we're kinda iilegal.

Well to debate my point for #1. I've been out with guys older than me,18,19, even a 21 year old once but he's a friend. 20 and I were just going out as friends so I didn't see anything wrong with it. For #2, Yes we are in different phases of our lives but so are thousands of other people who are in relationships with people over and under their own age. As for #3, I went straight to the rule books.

16-6-3 G*** CODE SECTION *** 12/03/0116-6-3.(a) A person commits the offense of statutory rape when he or sheengages in sexual intercourse with any person under the age of 16years and not his or her spouse, provided that no conviction shallbe had for this offense on the unsupported testimony of the victim.(b) A person convicted of the offense of statutory rape shall bepunished by imprisonment for not less than one nor more than 20years; provided, however, that if the person so convicted is 21years of age or older, such person shall be punished by imprisonmentfor not less than ten nor more than 20 years; provided, further,that if the victim is 14 or 15 years of age and the person soconvicted is no more than three years older than the victim, suchperson shall be guilty of a misdemeanor.

Well, this didn't persuade him. As any girl feeling defeated to the fullest I buckled, ran to my room and cried. I'm not one that cries often especially over things like this. After drying my eyes I called my best friend.She keeps me sane. Telling her the horrible news, she asked me how do i feel. I couldn't help but say," defeated, hurt, and angry." She was speechless that daddy had told me no and she couldn't say anything because she'd never been in this situation. I told her I'd be ok and got off the phone to face my fate. I texted him and told him give a call right away. About an hour later he called, tired and worn out ready to chill with me. I told him it was something I had to tell him even though I'd rather do it face to face. He was in the car and it was loud,as bad as I wanted to tell him I couldn't at least not then. So we got off the phone and decided to pick up later. As he got home he sent a text asking me what was my curfew, Thats when I broke the news. He was understanding but I knew his feelings were slightly hurt. We cut our conversation shorter than usual. Immediately, I knew things wouldn't be the same.

Can yu answer these three questions,Is age really nothing but a number?
Does a few years difference change a relationship if everything else is there?
Can we really be friends and hang out or is it impossible due to ones age difference?

RaiOut

9:21p

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Xcuse Me Sir....

Why don't women ask men out?
Is it okay to ask a man out?
Would you take him out, in a "trading places" manner?

These are a few questions that came to mind after listening to "Pusha" by Llyod and Lil Wayne, In Pusha, it's saying how the man is addicted to this woman and her love is a drug and he'd happily overdose. Stating his love for her and he'd come running if she calls, got me to thinking if I asked this particular guy out what would he say? The worst thing he can do is say no but how would he take it? A bruise to his ego? Maybe a sign he wasn't steeping up? I wasn't sure even thought it was none of those things. I simply wanted to switch it up and show how it's like to be treated for a night. So with a simple stated text I asked," Can I take yu out on your off day?" He replied," U wanna take me out babe?" Pause. Now I think it caught him seriously off guard because after i said yes he came back with "Like u wanna pay and stuff?" I couldn't help but be a little stunned he was that shocked. I simply replied," LOL like let's trade places." In true male form he said," I'm use to ALWAYS paying. I never had a girl wanna take me out." Being Rai I told him I was different and I'll take him out just let me know when his next off day is. He accepted, we'll be going out on me this Friday.

How do yu feel about these questions?
Please leave comments or email me @ Rai.Gee1807@gmail.com

RaiOut
11:26p

Monday, October 26, 2009

Address Me As Such.

i can see right past your intricate masks
give a sophisticated answer to any question you ask
raise 1 or 10 children through struggle and strife
run a major corporation and be a supportive wife
converse with the ‘big-wigs’ or holla atcha in the hood
say “absolutely wonderful!” or “haaay, it’s all good!”
put you in your place, without sayin’ much
i’m an intellectual black sista,
........so address me as such


possessing the strength of the strongest foundation
my voice speaks in volumes heard throughout the nation
my hands grasp doubt and turns it into hope
and these hands have cut society’s “limitation rope”
because there is no limit on the strength that i possess
the determination i have, my courage or my prowess
the force of my power can be felt with one touch
i’m a strong black sista,
........so address me as such


my heart contains love in it’s purest form
unconditional, absolute, and everyday reborn
my love can surpass the most grueling of tests
it supplies assurance where there is unrest
my love bonds, and shapes, and molds, and holds
it begins from birth, to “infinity-years-old”
you can even feel it without physical touch
i’m a loving black sista,
........so address me as such


the passion that is swelling, brewing inside
rises to my surface, it never hides
whether it’s displayed when i take a stand
or when it’s seductively unveiled for my man
it’s intensity is unrestrained, and uninhibited
and just like my strength, it is unlimited
it can be overwhelming, for some, it’s a bit much
i’m a passionate sista,
........so address me as such


intellectual, strong, loving, and passionate
sophisticated, powerful, affectionate, immaculate
i’m not your hoochie, your bitch, or your hoe
i’m the center of life, more than you’ll ever know
i’m your sister, your auntie, your niece, your mother
and i stand beside you, not behind you my brother
i come in different shapes, shades, and sizes
and no one can deny me when this sista rises
my style is captivating, thank you very much
i’m a beautiful black sista,
........so address me as such


RaiOut
8:06p

Friday, October 2, 2009

Letter To My NanNaw.

Hey,

It's me again.

I know we don't speak often.

It's not because I don't think of you it's because I can't help but to miss you.

I know if you were here you'd be so proud of me and all that I've done.

It's because of you I strive so hard to become better than I have become.

I didn't understand 7 years ago he had to take you away from me but now it's ok cuz I know it's my heart you truly living in.

There's so much to say but these are the only lines I'll leave today until i'm ready to complete it.


[Alma L. Gethers 1963-2002] ily. imy.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

What is Your Imprint?


This past Sunday,even with my slight illness, I had the pleasure to visit the America I Am:The African American Imprint exhibit, presented by Tavis Smiley at the Atlanta Civic Center, with my baby brother,Rion. I had wanted to attend for quite sometime especially after my homie Jeff[Mr.Lodge in My Noggin](Please click link to check out his blog.) had made a post.I was so elated afterwards to share this experience.

Here are just some of the things I enjoyed.


> The actual wait. I read about W.E.B DuBois and some inspiring insights.
[i.e. "Would America be America without her Negro people?"- W.E.B DuBois]

> Passing through the "Doors of No Return" from the Cape Coast Castle.

> Viewing Malcolm X's Diary

> Viewing MLK's Birmingham jail cell Bench and Key to the celldoor.

&&

>All the artifacts.

This Upcoming Sunday it is the final day and also "Family Day" sponsored by Bank of America's Atlanta Football Classic, so please try to get out and see this wonderful exhibit before it leaves.
There is also an online exhibit as well.
For more infomation, click here.

RaiOut
6;39p

Monday, September 14, 2009

Melancholy happiness.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009 at 9:40pm


Melancholy happiness.

Lachrymose* days.
Felicity* nights.
Hoping yu didn’t have to leave so soon so we could work this out
Wishing fore once everything would go alright..
Wanting yu to abscond* and recur* with no doubts.


* Lachrymose-given to tears or weeping : tearful
Felicity- the quality or state of being happy; especially : great happiness
Abscond- : to depart secretly and hide oneself
Recur- to come up again for consideration

CSPM.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009 at 11:26pm

Cities[major].12.
keep us apart.

States[S to the N]4
keep me away form my solider.

People.[too many]1129791
keep us from touchin.

Miles.[10.5 hours worth] 639.
keep him away from his ridah.

_________________________

Cities.[ATL]1.
we found us.

States.[ga?]1.
we'll find us again.

People[1+1=]1.
we shall become.

Miles.[less than]1.
we're always apart mentally.







this was car work.thought of yu.