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Why haven't I had the luck I was supposed to?

Why do I allow myself to continue to be disrespected by the person I love?
I take all the abuse because they are my family.. What else can I do??
Can I truly make it without him/her?
Why doesn't he/she show me the same love that I show them?
I had his baby why doesn't he stay with us??
She just had my baby why don't she show how much she loves me?
Is it possible to love someone so much that you want to hurt yourself?
Is a man suppose to hit a women like my dad hit my mom?
I work so hard for that promotion but they gave it to someone else.. Why try if I keep losing?

Let me start off by saying this.. Every question in this blog, you have the answer to. The person you should ask before you ask anyone else, is yourself. Look deep down inside and find the answers.. I can only give you my opinion.. No matter how wild the opinion is, it is only just that, an opinion..

I say fuck everything and everyone if they are not out to help you. I really believe that if you start caring about you then everyone will follow suit.
As far as your job and giving your all. I say fuck that!!! Loyalty does not live here when it comes to my job. Where I work for someone else money is the most important thing. If they don't appreciate you they will never give you anything… Only the bare minimum..

He or she won't stay with you after that baby because I think they are saying, if you wanted it now you stay with it. I'll come visit and give money if I can. But for the most part fuck you and that baby..

I think that its possible for your heart to play a trick on your mind, to make you think it would be smart to hurt yourself over a women or a man..

I think you should really think about seeking help for your weak mind and nature. Absolutely never ever let anyone disrespect you or your family.. Stand up and make your voice be heard..

We have a lot of questions as human beings, and there are answers for them all.. You just have to learn to sit and ask yourself for them.. And be honest with yourself..

dont get mad get money..

From the mind of a Don

MOEDON

Why do you hate yourself

We’ve been conditioned to hate ourselves. The darker you are the lighter you want to be. The lighter you are the darker you want to be. I’m too heavy, I want to lose weight. I’m too skinny, I need to put on some weight. My eyes aren’t light enough, I need contacts. I don’t like my hair color, I want to dye it. My clothes just do not fit me right. My nose is too big. My lips are too thin. At what point do we accept ourselves for who and what we are? If the creator wanted you skinny, he would have made you that way. If he wanted your eyes light, then they would be light, wouldn’t they? Botox, liposuction, all around cosmetic operations as a whole I think is bullshit (personally my opinion). Your exterior does not make you who you are. Its what’s in a person’s heart that defines who and what they are. Your looks will not get you in heaven, (if you believe in that sort of thing). I honestly believe that these things come from our parents or the adults that came before us. That’s where we got the notions of good hair, pretty eyes, smooth skin or nice shapes. Who the fuck says what’s a nice shape and what’s not anyway? What I think is attractive, you might think is ugly. One man’s shit is another man’s diamond. One woman’s shit is another woman’s diamond. All in all what I am saying is, your exterior is an illusion that you have been brainwashed into living up to. Who are you really? Can you answer that? Probably not, because you don’t have the clothes on that you want to have on. Your hair is not long enough, your eyes are not light enough, and your skin tone is not what you want it to be.
So instead of searching for the newest shoes, the hottest bags, that doctor to take those 50 pounds off or that man or woman to complete you. You should be searching for inner peace. Ugliness is what you make it.

From the mind of a Don
MOEDON
A man at peace with himself

Chasing a dream

Chasing a dream.. In a world of under achievers I choose to be an over achiever.. Watch me do what you want to do.. Please record this time in the clouds.. For before me there was none and after me, only my children.. Greatness is my sweat.. Glory are my tears.. I am a statue in the making just be aware.. I teach the teacher that fears not to be taught.. Training my mind body and soul the to take action is first in a thought.. I look in the mirror and see not what I am but what I can become.. I am my own enemy.. As I close my eyes and grab my chest over my heart to feel the energy.. Who do you want to Win?? I ask myself often.. The light or the coffin.. The worker or the BOSS'n.. Hard work is done by more movement and less talking..

From the mind of a Don

MOEDON
dont get mad get money..

Love is never easy

We as human beings can not do what pleases every one all the time.. What we should live by what is in our heart.. In our hearts are mixed emotions.. I said to a few friends that love hurts. Most people hear that but don't understand.. Until they go threw it.. The pain is like no other.. The confusion comes in when you ask yourself if love is wonderful why does it hurt so bad?? Just know that there are things in this life that you will never over stand.. And love is one of them.. Ladies and gentlemen love may not love the way you want it to be.. But it will always love the way you need it to.. Question is it love if you have to question it?? Answer why wouldn't it be.. We are humans and we should question anything that hurts.. Don't just love to be in love.. Love the person for everything that makes them them!!!!

From the mind of a Don
MOEDON
dont get mad get money..

SO HE SAYS HE LOVES YOU

Only night time calls at least 11pm.. And when he does come which is 2 to 3 hours after that all he wants is pussy.. No real conversation.. He called you a few times this week so you feel obligated.. He shows you attention when he wants something.. When he needs some shoes or a bill paid.. Don't forget about that money you gave him from your return last year.. The holidays not even a call from him. He said his mother had him very busy putting up the tree.. He lives with his mother and she don't like company that's why I'm never invited over the house.. But the way he looks at you.. You are just in love with his big brown eyes.. Your homegirl was bugging when she said he hit on her.. Girl he was just playing.. He plays like that with all my friends.. When you are with him in the street its more like you guys are good friends.. He just doesn't like public displays of affection.. That's ok because you know how much he loves you.. Your behind in your bills and he can't help you cause his money is tide up in some street things.. But he just bought them new Jordans.. But he got those with a discount.. The store man damn near gave those to him.. Your about tired of people trying to run your relationship.. So what he doesn't spend the night with me.. Is that any of your business?? Ok I do help him pay his rent.. But that's just because he doesn't have it right now.. But when he does I get.. Thank you.. Yes I had a couple abortions.. He's just not ready for another baby.. So what his baby's mother is pregnant right now.. He says that's not his.. How you know?? You wasn't in the bed with him.. So she will say anything to get me mad.. We gonna get a blood test when the baby is BORN.. (6 months later)
Fuck what ya'll telling me.. So the baby is his.. We all make mistakes damn.. I'm just happy I have a man that's willing to take care of his responsibilities.. Ya'll just hating.. Leave me and my man alone.. On your way to get another abortion?? Yeah well he just had another baby.. He ain't ready.. Our baby is going to be planned.. You bitches don't understand.. HE SAYS HE LOVES ME..

From the mind of a Don

---MOEDON---
dont get mad get money..

QUEENS

You just got out of a bad relationship to be right back into another one.. Why do I attract these type of men?? Well sweetheart it's what you give off.. If a man see's that he can take advantage of you he will.. Well at least most men will.. It's in our nature to conquer.. You need to fully know who your are.. Before you can fully know what you deserve.. And I say deserve because a lot of time what you want and what you deserve are two total opposites.. What you want is that all loving open doors and pull out chairs for you.. But your loud ass just might deserve a sit around the house all day, smoke an ounce every two days good for nothing piece of shit..
LADIES I can't stress enough the importance of knowing yourself and when its time to grow up.. I take my hat off to those women that made that transition safely and didn't let anyone shake them up.. It's hard to become a man/woman without the proper role model because it's so much more then age.. Anyway ladies be a role model to your daughters and sons.. And I say sons because my mother was mine and, knock on wood, I have never been locked up.. And I don't smoke or drink and I don't play video games.. Multiple business owner and loving family MAN.. These are all the things my mother made me..

Show the world you are a QUEEN and you should be treated as such..

From the mind of a don
-MOEDON-
dont get mad get money..

BORN BLACK

Destitute of light, the void of all color. Dark without feeling. This is just some of the bullshit that Webster has in the dictionary for what I am. AMAZING, STRONG, AWESOME, KING, QUEEN, CREATOR, ORIGINAL; these are all the words I think about when I think about BLACK. Don’t be fooled into thinking that you are inferior. The first man on God’s green earth was of African descent. That means like it or not everybody is black. Learn to love your blackness. Question those that hate themselves. “Oh, he’s so black, or she’s so black. Black is tar.” Funny right? But coming from a black person, how funny is that really? So you straighten your hair and put red lipstick on. Who are you trying to be? Can’t be trying to be black. Why do we think that proper grammar is talking white? When did not going to school become cool? Why do you consider hip-hop a black culture? Hip-hop is universal for the record. And for the slow people in the peanut gallery, that’s white, black, yellow, green, shit even purple. If you see a group of black kids on a dark street, would you continue to walk down it or cross it? If you seen a group of whit kids on the same dark street, would you continue to walk down it or cross it? where do we get these preconceived notions that all black is bad? I was once told by a wise man that the victor in the writes the history books. So if your ancestors were taken from their native land, how would they be written about in these history books? I say all of this just to purely invoke the thought of change. Change in one’s mind and one’s soul. So that other nationalities can embrace us as well as we should embrace ourselves. Is being born black a curse or a gift? How do you answer that? I believe you can tell a lot about yourself by how you answer that question.

Voluptuous Victim

Society says a size 8 is normal. I say a size 8 is hungry. Society says light skin is what you should be. I say light skin is lacking of melanin. Society says a lot about women that I don’t agree with. Imagine a young woman 15 years old, dark skin, double D’s made to think that she is ugly and overweight. You wonder why what society calls “overweight” women has low self esteem. You are only as sexy as you feel. The mirror should be your friend. I have a problem with women that choose to be intimate with a man but will choose to wear a T-shirt to bed. I say fuck what your aunt, your uncle, your mother, your father, your cousin, your teacher, your doctor or your friends say about you. I love every roll, ever stretch mark, every crease and every crevice. In a perfect world, everyone would have exactly what they are attracted to. So what I watch big girl porno. I am attracted to the voluptuousness. Learn to live and love your BIGNESS. Embrace what other people reject. God mad you YOU for a reason. You envy her for what? Skin and bones is just skin and bones. You eat a drumstick for what, the meat right? Being BIG is beautiful. Learning to love your YOU is even better than that. Crying over what other people feel about you does what? Be reborn in the baptism of your BIGNESS.

WHO HAS HER HEART??

If I let her tell it, her heart belongs to me. But actions speak louder than words. How can you live with him and love me? Those kids should be mine. I never knew love could hurt so much. Is it really love or is it just the agony of the lust that I yearn for? I still remember the first kiss. That first touch. But most of all the conversations. How could you tell me his downfalls and still be with him? I embrace the lies in your truth. So you love me right? But, are you IN love with me? Do you sit up at night and think about me like I think about you? is it my dinner that you are cooking at night? Are those my clothes that you clean and fold every other day? My lost love, the one that got away. You make me think that a man should hurt a woman and that is the only way to keep her. If good guys finish last, then what should I be? They say men shouldn’t cry, so I chose to write my tears on paper. I ask again, who do you love? Are we worth telling the truth? Our baby didn’t live but our love does. Who do you think about, yourself or him? If you loved yourself over him then you would love me. Lies live in the heart of the devil, God is the truth.

FREE EXPRESSION

Our society is set up to shoot down one's free expression.. If a man likes fashion we call him gay.. If a woman likes to wear men's clothes we call her gay.. We are just so brain washed when it comes to certain things and certain people.. How pathetic is it that the popular opinion on hip-hop is it being about big jewelry and ignorance.. Not how ignorant is THAT way of thinking?? Like all house music is just for homosexuals or hard rock being just for skin heads.. We as a people have to learn how to be truthful to ourselves and not worry about what the masses think.. If it feels good to me then that's what I'm wearing.. What I'm watching and listening to.. I urge you parents to nurture your children's talents.. water the seeds so the plants will GROW.. Where would all our greats heros be if they followed what society said?? We would have no light.. Damn near no food.. And absolutely no MUSIC..

From the mind of a DON
-MOEDON-
dont get mad get money..

THE OPPOSITE SEX

I was in preschool when I first felt the attraction for the opposite sex.. It might sound funny but I was trying to look under the partition in the bathroom to see the little girl next to me.. Yeah I had a little hard on.. I got my first kiss not too long after that.. The first time I actually penetrated a female I was about 6.. My uncle was with her mom in the other room.. We were playing house on the bed under the covers.. I know it might sound like I was born horny but.. Well ok It could possibly be that.. I've had a very active childhood.. Not too much in the park playing ball but women have been my amusement for a very long time.. Not to sound like women are play things because they are not.. I just can't do the male bonding thing that most men do.. All that video game playing and drinking is just not me.. I don't even like having men on my facebook page.. Its something about a woman.. BLACK, SPANISH, WHITE.. Just women are wonderful.. Their scent.. their taste.. Their look..
I'm partial to BIG WOMEN but slim women get busy also.. I had a sexxy slim women show me that they get busy also.. I can't put it into words the way I feel about all women.. I don't always have to be physical with them.. The conversation is enough.. I have a t- shirt that reads LOVER OF ALL WOMEN.. I think that describes me the best.. Sex was like my relief from everything at one time.. It is nothing like having a women's legs above her head.. I just wish more people were more honest with each other when it comes to sex.. Like look I just would love to have you in my mouth.. Or I would love to fuck the shit out of you.. No I don't want a MAN/WOMAN.. I just want to fuck. Really fuck I'm tired of playing the lying game.. That whole talking to you for months.. lying about being interested... I just want to fuck you?? I know it sounds like a lot but imagine if you just fucked your last boyfriend/girlfriend.. You wouldn't have had to go through that shit you did with.. I'm going to start a sight called fuckmebook.. I think I would get about a million hits in a less then a week..

dont get mad get money..

TIME WAITS

Time waits for no man or woman.. You've spend half your life walking around asleep.. WAKE UP!!!!!

From the mind of a DON
-MOEDON7-
dont get mad get money..

A DREAM

I hit the lotto for 20 million dollars and was able to take care of my family and friends.. We all had nice houses and cars and all of our kids were taken care of.. I bought a store and it became one of the biggest chains in America. Right when I was about to take the stage on Oprah.....I woke up..
That's the problem with dreams.. You wake up from them.. Don't dream, make it happen. Its nothing wrong with an aspiration but get the knowhow and make it happen.. Far far to many of us live in a dream world. Where they didn't get the job because the employer was hating on them.. And the other parent of their child should understand their financial state even though their kid still has to be clothed, fed, they need a place to sleep and shit.. This dream I tell you is a disease that is very catching. Our parents had it.. Their parents had it. And their parents before them.. Well I refuse to give it to my kids.. We deal with reality around here.. If you don't work hard for it.. You won't get it.. We have pride in our self first and foremost, and our work is no exception.. So you and your family continue to dream.. While me and mine will be getting what you dream done..

From the mind of a DON
-MOEDON-
dont get mad get money..

I REMEMBER YOU

Tasha from the block, my first crush.. I remember you. Long hair (I know it wasn’t yours but it was still sexy). We played outside from flower pot to flower pot.. I remember you. My first kiss.. Dark skin Myesha with the bucktooth, I remember you. The first time I had that bulge in my pants that I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it.. I remember you… Your mother was fat and smelled a little tart, but her food still was good. Myesha I remember you.. April, the first time my genitals went to the Promised Land. I remember you.. Little robust around the waist, braids to the back, the white house on the corner of Dumont, I remember you.. In the park on that red house, it was cold outside but warm in you, I remember you.. The first kid I robbed at 13; I don’t know your name but I took that chain, I remember you. Junior High School 211, my first taste of the gang culture, I remember you. Wearing red and flag, before blood or crypt, I remember you.. Us beating up on dudes that lived in private houses just because we lived in the projects, I remember you.. My girlfriend in Junior High, Bianca, I remember you… I got kicked out that school for you. It wasn’t my fault you didn’t want him anymore and you wanted me, Bianca I remember you.. IS 390 in front of Albany, I remember you. Grown men out in front of the school drinking 40s and talking to 14 year old girls, I remember you. Living with my cousin wearing discount store clothes, I remember you. Big Group, my little big brother, I remember you. when it was just me and you against the world, I remember you. We played with matchbooks and hair rollers and had the best time of our lives, I remember you. East New York, Cypress Hills I remember you. Crack sold in the park, kid thrown off the roof, I remember you. Crazy BoBo, I remember you. I had to be 10 years old when you bought that big gun to my house, I remember you. Caught stealing from City Line, me my brother and two other kids, I remember you. My mother pregnant with Eunique so she couldn’t beat us, I remember you. My cousin Marzette beating us for the City Line heist telling us it was going to hurt her more than us (Bull Shit), I remember you. My big sister Shannon, I remember you. Taking us to Betsy Head, Brownsville’s dirty pool, I remember you. Those Saturday afternoons taking us to Empire skating rink, I remember you. Mommy working and you having to be the mother, I remember you. Shannon, you remember being caught stealing at A&S, getting your ass whooped, I remember that too. My grandmother, Amorie Nichols, I remember you. You taught me truth above all, you taught about being true to myself is the most important thing. You taught me how to gamble (pitty pat and the table stakes is $25) rest in peace, I will always remember you. My aunt Alisha, I remember you. When my mother passed you took custody of us. I remember you. Sorry for the hard times we gave you, we were just young boys acting up in school, I remember you. The cold dinners in the summer time, tuna fish sandwiches, and deviled eggs, I remember you. The fact that you didn’t’ take no shit from nobody, I remember you. My mother, Leola Pate, I remember you, the realest person I ever met, my foundation, my heart, my passion, my all comes from you. I remember you. That ass whooping coming out of a warm bath, I remember you. Hiding the belt and getting the extension cord, I remember you. You saying you were raising men and women and nothing in between, I remember you. You will forever have my love, rest in peace Mommy, I remember you. They say it takes a village to raise a child, I grew up on St. John’s between New York and Nostrand, I remember you. R.I.P. my aunt Catholine, I remember you. R.I.P. Donald, I remember you. Mellie, I remember you. Victor, Tootie and Starr, T-Rock, Book, Nike Boy, Rashonda, Tasha, Keewana, Pop, The Primos, my cousin Bobby, Borif, R.I.P Brandon, The Twins (both sets), St. John’s in general I remember you..

FREE WORLD

What the world needs is not more politicians not more police bombs or guns. What we need is more free people. Free of fear. The fear that we all walk around with everyday. We are all scared of something but why? If you knew more about fear it would no longer exist to you. My only fear is of myself and what I'm capable of doing to another person. I've learn that in my world fear does not exist. It's just a figment of my imagination.. Life is truly what I make it.. It can be wonderful or terrible, everything is my hands.. I'm learning everyday. I live and suggest you do the same..

May your life be filled with all the things you make happen.. Now its on you what those things are...

From the mind of a DON
-MOEDON-
dont get mad get money..

MONEY HUNGRY

Who has a family member that will do anything to get money including screw another family member?? Yeah, I know I'm not the only one.. You either have a friend or family member just like that.. They don't care what they have to do to get it.. Rob, steal, kill, shit whatever to get it.. Its a sad situation when you don't care about nothing but money.. You can't take it with you. So hugging that dollar does what?? Some people are just spoiled inside so stop thinking you can help them.. All they want is money and they will sell their soul to get it.. Funny thing is money don't make you happy.. You do..
When you realize your freind or family is like this stay far away from them.. Nothing can come from them but disaster!!!!

From the mind of a DON
-MOEDON-
dont get mad get money..

WHO ARE YOU

The questions I ask other people are mostly the question I really have for myself.. Who am I?? Am I my own person or am I a creation of my surroundings.. Do I like this kind of music because my friends like it? Do I eat what I eat because this is what my spouse eats?? Am I really horny all the time or did I learn to be from some one else?? Some times I wonder am I just a shell of myself?? Could I be so much more?? Can a person say they are real when they follow someone else?? Yeah I know what you're going to say.. But we all have to follow someone else eventually right?? NO you can learn to be your own person. and like things just because you like them.. Ask yourself where did your love for things come from.. I mean the very beginning?? Who did you get it from and was it a good thing?? And I want you to ask yourself these questions because you have or want to have kids and what are you going to teach them?? How to be a follower or a LEADER

From the Mind of a Don

MOEDON

dont get mad get money..

HOW DO I LOVE?

How do I love? Do I really understand what it is? I don't think so because we think love has something to do with sex and that's so far from the truth.. All I know is when it feels like love I can't eat.. That person is on my mind everyday.. Is that Love or an obsession?? Can a person tell the difference?? Is a relationship supposed to have love in it.. Or is a relationship one big business?? Good for both parties?? These questions I ask because maybe if we treated each other like that it would work better.. Look! You are binded to do this and that.. The word love itself; where did it come from?? Can it really change one's life?? Having it all around you or the lack there of.. Can I be in love with myself?? If so then I am because I know how to love me

From the mind of a Don
MOEDON
dont get mad get money..

WHO ARE YOU?

The questions I ask other people are mostly the question I really have for myself.. Who am I?? Am I my own person or am I a creation of my surroundings.. Do I like this kind of music because my friends like it? Do I eat what I eat because this is what my spouse eats?? Am I really horny all the time or did I learn to be from some one else?? Some times I wonder am I just a shell of myself?? Could I be so much more?? Can a person say they are real when they follow someone else?? Yeah I know what you're going to say.. But we all have to follow someone else eventually right?? NO you can learn to be your own person. and like things just because you like them.. Ask yourself where did your love for things come from.. I mean the very beginning?? Who did you get it from and was it a good thing?? And I want you to ask yourself these questions because you have or want to have kids and what are you going to teach them?? How to be a follower or a LEADER

From the Mind of a Don

MOEDON
dont get mad get money..

WHY HATE YOU?

I smoke a pack a day.. I drink almost a bottle a week and when I go to the club on the weekend, man I get fucked up.. So what I've had 6 abortions and I'm using my friends medicaid card now.. Yeah I smoke a pound a month and I stay drowned in henny.. And I have sex with many women unprotected.. I pop pills with liquor.. So what.. I eat fast food all week because its the easiest thing to get to.. I watch cable all day.. My exercise is reaching for the remote.. I feel if I'm going to die why not die happy??

The only problem with all those things is they are KILLING YOU!!!

Why hate yourself??

From the mind of a DON
-MOEDON-
dont get mad get money..