Unrest In Jamaica

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I feel this completely, I cant fully understand the situation because Im Jamerican and wasn't raised there but I love how she is making others aware

POST WARNING!! Not pulling no fucking shots, so if you have a thin skin, stop reading now.

Undoubtedly, many of you have read about the unrest in Jamaica.
Some of you are wondering: "What is wrong with this country? Why are those people in that society so amoral? Why can't they get their shit together?".

Hey, I'm not offering up any excuses. Yes, Jamaica is fucked up right now. But it's not the entire society and it's not every Jamaican.



I stand tall and proud as a shining example of someone who grew up in that country. I am successful. So are my mother and sisters and friends. I'm not fucking amoral and I'm just as good as any of you out there. The funny thing is that I was successful before I came to Canada. However if I was still living in Jamaica, I would be lumped up into that society that people keep talking about like it's lost.


We're having some serious damn issues, but we're not fucking lost.


We need to sort out our business, but just let's get this shit straight: Some of you are compounding our problems.


Yes, I'm talking to YOU. You and the other fucking drug users in your country. Yeah, I'm fucking pissed at the Robert Downey Juniors and Whitney Houstons of the world. But that "you" includes YOU the marijuana user. Yeah, you don't play around with the hard stuff. You only smoke a joint now and again, but YOU are part of Jamaica's problem. And that includes YOU, fellow Canadian, who likes to pretend that all that fucking weed you buy is BC bud.


Getting back on track, please remember that:

1. Kingston and St. Andrew is the smallest parish of an island with FOURTEEN parishes, and most of violence is confined to a small portion of the island.


2. Not everyone in Jamaica is supportive of this drug kingpin or of drug dealing. Jamaica is an example of how the tyrannical few can exploit poverty and corrupt leadership to terrorize the many.


3. That bad area in your city that everyone avoids? You have a fucking Jamaica in your backyard. Figure out what's the problem down there and you know what Jamaica has to deal with.

4. Try to see the world beyond your own nose. You worry about what drugs do to your society? Worry about what the drug trade is doing to our global society. The drug war is lost right now because too many people are pretending that the eradication of the drug dealer (god curse his soul) is the only solution to the problem. We need to pull together, and when other countries play the victim in the drug war, well... You think the average Jamaican doesn't hate drugs and the drug trade? A gun battle is going on, but did you know that Jamaica does not manufacture guns and has some of the most restrictive gun (and marijuana/drug possession) laws around? Get your head out of your ass!

5. Jamaicans!! Fi real! We know how it got this bad, now how the fuck are we going to dig ourselves out? We have to sort this out because it's been going on for too long. Memba: Wi likkle but wi tallowa!

Be careful of how you judge an entire society based on the actions of a few. That shit is a revolving door.

Truthfully, though, I'm not meaning to lick out against many of you out there who are smart, critical-thinking folk. I just read a blog post that made me see red. But I guess that's what blogging is about. Everybody gets a say and that's all right with me.

I pray to god that Jamaica can sort out its shit. But in the meantime, sort out your shit.

Untitled

This was something that I wrote in Math class last week




Never though I could miss somebody so much as I do right now.

I remember all the late night convos we had.

No matter how bad of a day I was having, talking to you would cheer me right up.

You always kept a smile on my face.

Now, your actions have taken that all away.

I wonder why I still miss you?

Sometimes when I'm alone I think back on a conversation we had or

something you said and just smile.

You meant something to me and now because there a lot of unanswered questions

I'm left trying to fill a void.



To HIM

Enough Is Enough

This is a photo of a happy 7 year old girl named Aiyana Jones.




Aiyana Jones was recently killed by Detroit police when they raided her grandmother’s house using military tactics. The 7 year old was asleep on the couch. For more information click this link:

http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1989857,00.html

Menage A Trios

     It was my idea to do this since I knew it was a fantasy of yours and I was kind of curious but I didn't expect things to end like it did. I first mentioned it to you as your fantasy and you laughed and went along with me. What you didn't know was the I was serious about this. A well kept secret of mines for a while that only one other person knew about was that I was attracted to females. This was the perfect cover for me to explore this without it being "cheating." The second time I brought it up we were at dinner and you could tell that I was serious. Promising to discuss this more in depth at my place I left it alone and continued with dinner.
    You were so excited that we got doggy bags and headed back to my place. There were some concerns about who we would choose, where this would take place, and what were the limitations. We agreed that it would be at a neutral spot and that I would pick the girl. As far as limitations there were few: you could not pleasure her orally that was something that I considered sacred, we would do nothing that neither of us weren't comfortable with, and you wanted to see some type of female interaction. That one brought a huge smile to my face, you don't know just what you were getting yourself into.
    I chose someone who would keep this between the three of us, the one person who knew my deepest secret, a really close friend of mines, Leila. Of course she agreed, she was more than happy to give us that experience. Leila was more of a free spirit, loved who she loved, and didn't like to be labeled. She stood 5'3" and was as feisty as they came. I guess you could blame that on her Dominican side. A bi-racial doll is what she was. Dominican and black, nice petite fram which held a nice C cup, tiny waist, and 40" hips; and a nice brown bob that played on her gorgeous facial features.
     We decided on the Miami Internatinonal Hilton. It was going to happen in a few days and there was a lot to get done. Leila and I headed lingerie shopping to pick up something that would definitely knock you off your feet. After shopping we headed to get manis and pedis and then bikini waxes. The dau was finally here and I gave specific instructions for you to be there at 8 pm. I went ahead early to get the suite ready. I finished just in time to take a shower and to get ready. I had just finished dressing when Leila walked in the room. She smiled approvingly of my outfit. Eight o'clock came and you were right on time, you were shocked at the greeting that you received. Leila and I were standing in the doorway with the lingerie outfits we had bought earlier that week. She was wearing a red and black lace teddy, matching thong, and six inch black heels. I guess the surprise was more me than anything, I stood wearing a black leather corset that made my D cups look like they were about to spill out, crotch less panties, and my black thigh high boots. Walking in the room you were stunned at how much I had put into this. There was liquor stocked in the fridge, slow jams playing on the cd player, exotic flower petals on the floor, and the room was lit by candles. While I mixed you a glass of Rum and COke, Leila tried to make you feel more at ease by giving you a massage. After a couple of drinks and us laughing and making small talk we were finally ready.
      Leila had been eyeing me all night, so I figured why not start off with a little surprise to you. I pulled her towards me and started tonguing her down right there. Our hands were everywhere while you sat stunned. Damn, I never knew that I could be this turned on by her. Sensing my nervousness, Leila took over with ease. It started with kisses on neck and down towards my shoulds. Even something I wasn't expecting she used her mouth to untie my corset, seeing that my breasts were free she gently grabbed them and started sucking my nipples. I don't know if I was more aroused because I knew you were watching or due to the fact that this was something I actually enjoyed. She was so sensual, so damn nice ike she knew what I wanted and how to give it to me. Once I felt her mouth on my clit, I was through my body went into overdrive. I beckoned for you to come near. You immediately joined in picking up where she left off with my breasts. You sucked them as if you  were a newborm being nursed by their mother. I loved how you two were making me feel. One orgasm... two...three...and four. While my body was trying to regain its composure, you two went at it. Whenever I could take a peek I did, she was giving you head and just as I thought that I couldn't be anymore aroused you proved me wrong.
     I quickly joined going back and forth sucking your balls the licking and sucking on her. Somehow in the web I ended up eating her pussy. After she had came over and over I kissed you so that you could taste her. I guess that got you aroused even more because you flipped me on my back and just sexed me down. While you were sexing me, she was riding my face and kissing and licking on your body. To make sure you weren't leaving anyone out we switched. You bent her over into the missionary position and took her. We went at it like this until wee hours of the morning pleasing each other in every way that one could imagine. That night was so memorable that we all moved in together and frequently go off into our own world and enjoy our carnal pleasures.

My Pussy My Prerogative

Loved this so much that Ima share it with yall thanks to kant05

My Pu$$y-My Prerogative.... By Mary B. Morrison


My pu$$y

My prerogative



The last time I'd checked

My pu$$y was attached to me

Not some wanna be lover

Claiming my pu$$y

Was his pu$$y

And reciting the same line

To the other

Pu$$y in his face

After I cum

He's gone without a trace



You see this pu$$y

That's between my legs

Is attached to a head

With brains

That can drive a man insane



My pu$$y

My prerogative

To give

Or to keep

To remain celibate

To sale a bit

Or to creep

Or to freak



To snap

Or to rap

Around a man's head

In and out of bed



Unconditionally

My pu$$y is

My prerogative



Wanna taste

Wanna slide into first base

Second? Seconds?

Third? Thirds?

My pu$$y has the first and final words

On whether your d¡ch is worthy

Not

If your d¡ck is dirty

Your pockets are dry

You're a selfish lover

Your back hurts

You cum before my pu$$y gets wet

You leave right after your cum is dry

Don't ask me why

I refuse to let you fuck me

Just take your d¡ck

And let my pu$$y be

Free to choose

The right stroke

The right man

The right lover

The right d¡ck



Unconditionally

For as long as I live

It's my clit

My pearl

My pu$$y

My world

My prerogative



Cum correct

Or don't cum at all!

Pt.2

  Lunch time was vastly approaching and I was rushing to get ready. I needed to take a much needed nap before our next sex session was to occur. After getting the call that you were on your way I jumped into the shower and got caught in a world of my own.
   Steam fogging the mirrors, windows, and shower door; Adina Howard is singing about her Nasty Grind; hot water running over my body stopping tense muscles before they even begin. Lathering my body with the strawberries and cream whipped body wash I know that you love so much. As I go to rinse, I remember that the shower head is detachable. I let the water rinse me off allowing the water to linger in some areas longer than others. A urge suddenly comes over me and before I know it my hands are roaming my body trailing from my luscious Ds to my love triangle below. I attach the shower head back on the wall and allow my hands to have their way with my body. As the water starts to become cold,  my moans grow louder and that intense pleasure that I know oh so well is starting to build. I can feel it in my stomach, making its way down south, the walls of my love are starting to contract, the feeling is becoming unbearable and all I can think about is how much I want to feel you. I try to hold it in, the moans increase, after five more minutes I couldn't bear it any longer and my juices flow. I stay in another five minutes  trying to get my body under control so that I could be ready for you.
     Stepping out of the shower, I lotion my body and spray a little of Sex and the City's Lust on my body. When I open the door to the room I see you laying on the bed with a huge smile across your face. I asked how long have you been there and you say long enough to hear me get started without you. I start to blush and apologize. You say that you don't have to go back to work and now a smile is on my face. Going to the closet I reach on the top shelf and to the left and pull out the box that holds some of our favorite XXX movies. I pick out one starring Jada Fire, one of our favorite porn stars, and put it in the DVD player. We sit side by side watching the movie trying to see who is going to give in first. To no surprise, I am the one that gives in. Its just something about it that turns me on, I cant help but get excited. You get excited watching me explore my body and decides that my hands have had all the that they can. Your tongue feels so good on her, she loves when you dive into her cove. I squirm trying to get away  but your hands are around my thighs pulling me right back down on to your tongue. I tell you that you're having too much fun and that I wanna taste you too. 69 is where we end up, me sucking you and you eating me. It's such a wonderful thing. After an intense session of foreplay one on one it's time for sex. Taking me by the hand, I follow you into the kitchen. What a surprise when you laid me onto the counter top. I remember you rushing to the refrigerator and pulling out fruit, whip cream, and chocolate syrup. Before I could even ask what you were about to do the coldness of the syrup being poured on my body startles me. Then you strategically placed the fruit on my body, next came the whip cream. The way you ate the fruit off of me was an instant arousal. Before you were half way through I had already came something fierce. That didn't bother you any, you just kept on going, by the time you were done I was working on my third orgasm. Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, you lifted me in mid air and onto your dick. I never had anyone who paid attention to my body the way that you did. You maneuvered so that you could hit it from every angle possible. An hour later we were finished and somehow we ended up on the sofa in the living room. We headed to the shower to wash off and give ourselves a much needed break.

My Black is Beautiful

My Black is beautiful

We come from a long line of strong people

We once ruled the land as Kings and Queens

taken from our world we were forced to be slaves.

It was here, in America, where they said that our dark skin,

full figures, and kinky hair was unattractive.

They were wrong.

We are unique people.

We range in color from light skin to as dark as they come.

Our hair ranges from the finer to the kinkiest.

We are still beautiful.

If we are so unattractive, why do they tan to be our color?

Why do they inject their bodies with God knows what to have our curves?

Our dark skin is not to be devalued.

Hold your head up high and embrace you smooth dark skin and curvaceous bodies.

For you are descendetns of kings and queens.

We are powerful beyond measures and smarter than most.

We are BLACK, we are BEAUTIFUL.

Colorism in 2010

 So even today our children are still being biased towards the color of ones skin. Colorism is just as bad as racism, when will it end? When will we teach our brown skinned children that they are beautiful and just because some are lighter doesn't mean they're better. Check this story out:
http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/05/13/doll.study/?hpt=C1

Exercise

This was a creative writing exercise given to me by a close friend...

As I open the door to your box, I can feel the cold before I grab you. Dry and hard you are at first, but as you adjust to the warmth of my hand you start to drip. The cold sensation numbs my palm and you just keep on dripping. Wet and slippery is what you're becoming while you decrease in size. Your wetness slips through my fingers. As I hold you tighter your coldness is numbing, the wetter you get the smaller you become until I open my hand and you're just a puddle of water

Pt.1

I'm trying to decide if I should make this series. Let me know what ya'll think

How can I describe this feeling that I feel? It's insane!! I can close my eyes and picture it like it was yesterday. Earlier that day I had caught the bus to come down your way, that was our plan. Ten hours later, I step off the bus and my face lights up when I see your car. Walking towards you, I can see that beautiful smile I  love so much go across your face. We made small talk on that 40 minute drive back to your house, knowing and anticipating what would happen when we got there. Pulling up in the driveway and seeing that house was a relief. I was tired of riding. You carried my bags into the house and into your room. I headed straight to the bathroom to take a long hot shower to wash that bus ride off. I opened the bathroom door to see candles lit all over the room and soft music playing in the background. You pulled me down to the bed and told me to lay on my stomach. A cold liquid hits my back, your hands start to roam up and down my back familiarizing yourself with that oh so familiar territory. Ligh moans escaping from my mouth, felt like I was in heaven. That was one of the best massages you had ever given. Trying to sneak a feel for my butt as we changed positions. It was now your time except I had something a little bit different in my mind. I walked into the kitchen and came back with a cup of ice. I gently rubbed the ice onto your body leaving trails of water everywhere. Without any warning, my tongue was slowly trailing the paths of water left behind. I could feel you begin to squirm, a smirk came across my face as I knew that this was just the beginning. You should've seen the look on your face when you seen me pop those Altoids in my mouth. Just before they dissolve, my mouth touched the tip of yorur penis and I could already tell that this would be a night that neither of us would forget. The heat from the altoids mixed with the minty feel of the mouthwash, had you about to lose your mind. No matter how much you squirmed, squealed, and tried to push me away I would not budge. I was enjoying bringing you this intense pleasure, while between my legs became moist as I continued on. That night was the first that I ever swallowed, and your first time ever being swallowed. That experience brought us so much closer... From that moment on something magical happened. We made love, fucked, and everything in between until you had to go to work that morning. You said you didn't mind being tired for that and told me to be ready on your lunch break.

Orgasmic

Lights dimmed, candles lit, soft jazz coming from the speakers, rose petals on the floor leading to the bedroom, and a warm bubble bath waiting. As I begin removing my clothes, I know that you're watching I can feel your presence. My love becomes aroused. I slowly strut to the bath, giving you a little something special. Warmth. Slowly, I lose myself. You're getting closer, your scent is stronger. I always loved that cologne you wear. Seems like it was made especially for you. I feel your hand go under for the sponge. My love becomes a little wetter. You take your time making sure not to miss a inch of my body. I can feel her becoming impatient. Yet, you dont budge. You wash my hair with the sweet scent of peaches and cream. As you begin to rinse my hair, I feel her began to throb. Lord, I dont know how much more of this I can take. Im being lifted out the tub. I can barely stand as you start to rub me down with oil. Lord, help me!! I cant take it anymore I try to pull you up but you dont budge. You feel the heat she's releasing and decides its time to take charge. RIght then I feel the wetness of your mouth as you kiss and caress her. I finally found a towel rack to try to help regain my balance. To no avail, it fails. You show no mercy, plunging your tongue deep inside. The grip tightens on your head. Deeper. Left leg wraps around your shoulder. Deeper. Right leg. Suspended in mid air. Licking and sucking as if you wouldnt get another chance. Shivers. Lick. Shivers intensify. Suck. Body tenses. Face deep. Shaking out of control. Deeper. Legs tightens. Moans. Deepers. Screams cna be heard down the hall. You dont come up until my grip loosens. Lick. Shivers. YOu look at me. My eyes open. You smile, cum all over ur face. As my body tries to recover I smile. Then I awake to find you not there. I smile as I lie back down knowing what Im in for when you come back home