If You Like It Then You Need To Put A Ring On It

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“If you liked then you shoulda put a ring on it”. Beyonce’ had to know she had a hit when she put this song out. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it”, and as women, we should really take heed to the lyrics. No not the part about being up in the club or crying tears for three long years, no not that part; that is the part we need to avoid. Besides, we have been through that part, doing things for a man; washing his clothes, cooking his food, playing mama to his children only to have a relationship that lasts for a year or maybe three end and it seems that time was wasted.

But, every moment led up to this moment, if you find that the prior paragraph is the story of your life then my dear you need to create a new story line; the new theme being “if you like it then you need to put a ring on it”. I mean come on ladies, how long will we sit down and tolerate playing wife but not actually being his wife only to have him wind up marrying someone else?

I understand that courtship and dating are necessary to understand if the man you are interested in is even worth your hand in marriage, just as he needs to evaluate the same thing. So for some, during this time, the woman may cook a meal, she may discipline his children, or take care of him while he’s sick. All of this is fine and dandy- really it is- the first two or three times. After all how many meals does it take for a man to find out you are able to nurture his body as well as his spirit? How many times must you discipline lil Jamal before he understands that you also know how to hold your own in the mothering department? How many times must you bring him chicken noodle soup, get him to take vitamin C, and rub Vicks on his chest before he sees that you are capable in-more ways than one-to take care of and nurture him and the family that you may have together in the future? HOW MANY TIMES??? And not only how many times but also how many times will you continue to do this just because? Okay he knows that you can cook, but does he display what he can do for you? And I’m not talking about your typical ya’ll go out on a date and he pays for the meals or he opens every door (granted these things are very much appreciated as well as… EXPECTED). But more than those things, does he keep your car sparkling clean like you do or is he quick to jump in it knowing that sucka needs washing? Does he check into the situation with the male coworker that you complain keeps pestering you at work? Does he offer suggestions to any other problems that you may complain about?

I can not exactly say what the purpose of a man is because to my knowledge, I have never been one and have not thoroughly been taught in man-ology; however, I do know the purpose of a woman. As a woman, our purpose is to birth this is why we have a womb; not only to birth future gods and goddesses but to birth ideas. Upon birthing, we nurture. We nurture that child for the nine months it is in the womb and continue to nurture our children as well as our men, family, and friends to the end of our days. And, after birthing an idea or being presented with an idea, we nurture that too. With that being said, who is to protect these creators of the earth? Well, the only other option is… OUR MEN. Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems that their purpose would be to protect and provide for the one who births and nurtures. Makes sense to me. Does it make sense to you?

So ladies, during this dating phase, make sure you see if your man is capable of providing for and protecting you all across, diagonal, backwards, and forwards through the spectrum. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with letting him see the ways that you can indeed birth and nurture, all I’m saying is; don’t do it for free. After a few months to a year and after one time to a few of these nurturing and creative acts, you have displayed your ability to fulfill your purpose. So don’t continue to sit around and do it just because that’s what HE expects you to do. Tell him if he likes it then he needs to put a ring on it. And if he loves you, he will, if not he’ll “keep on moving, don’t stop no” but in those situations you do the same because obviously he wasn’t the one fit to put a ring on it.

(c) Enigma May 2010

Desire

Two bodies

laying in perfect harmony

desire being inhaled...

and exhaled...

because I want to be touched

by you.

Want to experience mini explosions

just from the tips

of your fingers...

magic hands

fulfilling every command

as well as commanding

me to be open

bow down

submit,

to the sensations

electrifying from the tips.

Giving my mind hour long orgasms

24 hours

7 days a week

in the knees

just from the words you speak.

So as you exhale...

I inhale the desire that I see

Because you are my mirror

Showing… me.

Got me calling on Jehovah

Just from the effects of your breath on my skin.

I want to experience more of you

So that I can see more of me.

See the beauty that I have masked with the beast

Because I did not understand who I was.

But now, it’s all getting clearer

Like looking through the glass

And in you is me.

So I want to take this experience thru the spiritual

To the physical

Because I just want to know

How far I will go

When you take me.

Manifest the thoughts that you forsee

Because I know it is real

The words the sights,

The feeling

My touch

Or yours to mine.

I don’t know how many more lines

Or how many pieces

With letters and periods

That I can use

To take up this space

Trying to replace

The longing

The need

Of you.

In me

So deep

That I lose sense of self

While touching you

Realizing that you are what you are

I am that I am

In his image

Beautiful

Peace

Harmony

Love

Intelligence

That called the stars to be...

In perfect alignment

With the planets...

Spinning

off into galaxies...

That we have yet to perceive

Yet they exist

Become

Be

When we

Call them.

And you got me calling

To the east from the west

Going so far north

That south is indistinguishable

Now combined

Into new heights

Experiences

Life.

Populating this place

Because it is in diar need of more minds

That see how we see.

And I know all of this is deep

Maybe just a tad bit crazy

Like a drill that dug to the middle of the earth

Getting inflamed

Because it was taken to much

To turn back

to the opposite,

Knowing that what was ahead

Was where it needed to be.

But,

this is how I feel.

There are not enough words to explain

Define

Try to grasp understanding within the mind

That every time I think I am finished

I am fueled with more

A smile

A gesture

Different pieces of your soul

That I must have

Taste

Devour

Desire

(c) Enigma December 2009

Evolve...Come Back

So everyone is talking about Erykah Badu's Window Seat video. I don't have much to say on that everyone can come up with their own interpretation; however, I am more concerned with the lyrics. When I listen to the song, I feel every word she says. The verses remind me of a prayer; a conversation between me and The Creator. The chorus is a dialog between us where the Creator is telling me that He needs me to want him, needs me to miss him, and I tell him I need your direction, and he tells me come back. Man that is deep ( to me anyway).

So I was listening to the song basking in sunlight, feeling good. And I got an idea for a poem. This is a very rough draft but I hope you get filled from it. It doesn't necessarily have a title but for now I'ma call it "Evolve" (because of the Evolving Tattoo on E. Badu's back). Enjoy


"Can I get a window seat?"
But unlike Ms. Badu, I want all of my people next to me.
Looking out over the clouds
From up high
The place from which our ancestors hailed.
The place where we should reside.

See I want them next to me
creating a whole
various parts
forming synergy
birthing energy;
knowledge
power
unity
to get the Original people back to the apex that they are supposed to be.

So that we can continue to evolve.

So people gather around
partake of my fruit
bathe in my light
Feed me
Cleanse me.

I want all of my brothers and sister to see
recognize
the royalty
Kings and queens

Evolving
back
to Gods and Goddesses.

So come back, becausue
I need you
to want me.
Come back
Like Ms. E Said,
clap for me.
Because we all need direction
from the Eye that sees.

Evolve.
Allowing the spiritual eye
to penetrate the physical eyes
so that we can all percieve Our greatness.

So share this window seat
evolve... with me
Come back.

(c) Enigma April 2010

The Secret

From The Secret by Rhonda Byrne:

I had been wearing reading glasses for about three years before I discovered The Secret. One night as I was tracing the knowledge of The Secret back through the centuries, I found myself reaching for my glasses to see what I was reading. And I stopped in my tracks. The realization of what I had done struck me like a lightning bolt.

I had listened to society’s message that the eyesight diminishes with age. I had watched people stretch their arms out so that they could read something. I had given my thought to eyesight diminishing with age, and I had brought it to me. I hadn’t done it deliberately but I had done it. I knew that what I had brought into being with thoughts I could change, so I immediately imagined myself seeing as clearly as when I was twenty-one years old. I saw myself in dark restaurants, on planes, and at my computer, reading clearly and effortlessly. And I said over and over, “I can see clearly, I can see clearly.” I felt the feelings of gratitude and excitement for having clear vision. In three days my eyesight had been restored, and I now do not own reading glasses. I can see clearly.(Byrne, 2006 p 60).


The secret talks about the law of attraction and how we create our world by our thoughts. The steps are to: ask (get clear on what you want) believe (imagine, pretend, act as if, visualize what you want being manifest) receive (feel good, show gratitude)

Vulnerable

It’s…as if, I am on stage
All is quiet
The audience is dark
And the spotlight is on me…
they are waiting,
waiting to hear
What wisdom or confessions will come forth
And I
am...

Vulnerable
Naked
Shaking
Scared to death
To let the room know what my heart wants so desperately,
to express

Because, if I tell it to them,
What, will they do, with this information?
Nurture my fears
Cover me in love
Warm me with kindness
Or proceed to take my life
With their un-sympathizing stares?

I am vulnerable

Because once I open my mouth
They too will know
the layers that exist that
I try to hide
Because some objects do not reflect their beauty when placed in light

But... I
am still
here.
To give a word
I AM the light
And I will choose to reflect what is right;
Truth
love
balance

So...
I step to the mic-
The audience still dark
And silent-
Wet my lips
My knees knocking
knowing that, what I will say will change dynamics in my life

But, I must do it

Swallow the frog in my throat
Part my lips…
And sing
A melody so beautiful that even tho it is accapella I hear a magnificent symphony
And they hear it to because their hums harmonize
In tune
in sync
on time with the beat...
Of my heart.

Telling my story of
Lies beget by secrecy
And of the nights I would cry
tears
To console me to sleep because no one was there
Or even cared that I was in need.

Tell them how I have war wounds.... scars.
Not because I was serving my country
But because I was serving someone who was unable and unworthy
of the loyalty
I had

But then
The octaves
Hit.
Because I overcame
all of the discretions, conditional love, and abuse.

Yet, I am vulnerable
on stage
naked
shaking
scared to death.
because I want to sing louder
Higher
and say

that I am ready
to take this road again
can’t continue to steer away
from what my heart truly wants.
Choosing to end the song on that note, in that spot.

The crowd goes crazy
Cheers and claps covering the entire space.
I, open my tear filled eyes and the room is fully lit
But there are no millions of people
no rows of chairs,
just one
And in it, is where you sit.
Tell me, what will you do with this song?


(c) Enigma December 2009

Sweet Dance

These lines will have to suffice as your ears
Because I don’t know how your mental would react to hear my voice say…
“Baby...”

See my eyes closed with the image of your frame on my canvas.
Coming closer
Your lips
To find their partner
And allow our tongues to mate.
Create
A dance where the drums are hypnotic
The high hat controls the tempo
And the bass
Drops
Drops
Drops
While my temperature riiises.

And in my mind are the words “take me”.
As if on key
To my request
Your left arm takes its rightful place
Around my waist
Becoming the bridge to the land of satin.

And suddenly the dance stops.
Then picks up,
The beat
Has changed
And your lips kiss praises on the left side of my neck.
Your breath
In tune with mine.
Then it ad libs as my breath quickly intakes
With the clasp of your teeth on my dark chocolate- nestle wish they had my recipe- peaks.
And with each lick,
You devour,
Until not a bite is left.
Leaving drops of chocolate in the valley, up the side of the mountain, to remain on the apex.
Tasting
Until you have had your fill.

Tracing circles deeper into the dark
Then stopping
But the song has changed again,
And you…
Waltz, to the edge, taking your time,
While more footsteps
Linger at the twin’s peak
Waiting to see if it is safe to wander forward.

And then you find it.
So beautiful the jewel
That you praise the gods for it in strokes.
1…2…3…4…
“How many did they say it took to get to the center”?
5…6…7….
I lose count, so your question goes unanswered.
But my moans tell your fingers to enter the stage to dance within
The Hershey’s kisses melting cave.
Waiting
for the pool
To be stirred.
In circles
In and out
Just a preview of what this ole sweet dance is about.

See this dance scene was played on my mind's canvas.
And today,
I’m…

But I just didn’t know if you could stand to hear
The humming
Coming
From within.
So I just kept it to myself but confided, with my pen. Until the day when my dream transforms into reality.

(c) Enigma January 18, 2010

"Where There's A Will, There's A Way"

A complete stranger inspired this blog. I was out in the community and happened to see a man who is in a wheel chair approach his nice Chrysler, convertible top. I really didn't mean to be all in his business or be inconsiderate but I watched in awe as the man proceeded to get in his car. He positioned the wheel chair as close to the car as he could, got it to where it was just right, propped himself up (with his upper body strength), and moved his upper body into the car. Then he moved his legs in. It took him a while, but he was determined- HE HAD WILL- to get the wheels off his wheelchair. Then he had to put the remainder of his chair in the car.

As I watched this man I was touched. I do not know his story; if he was born like that, if he was in a car wreck, I don't know. I just know that it is beautiful to live in a universe where you can see beauty and learn a lesson in everything if you simply take the time to be and to observe. It is often times sad and annoying when we surpass venting- to the point where we are constantly complaining- when we have so many more things to be thankful for. We ARE blessed and highly favored.

I had already heard of the saying “where there’s a will, there’s a way” but this man put this phrase in a physical form, so that I could SEE it, manifested. I learned from this man that whenever or where ever we have a will to accomplish any task, regardless of how colossal or seeming impossible there is a way to accomplish that task; therefore, when we are weary or feel as if nothing is going right, we need to remember this and make it manifest in our lives; WHERE THERE’S A WILL, THERE’S A WAY. The next time I even fix my lips to complain about something I perceive is unchangeable, unattainable, I'm going to remember this man, thank God for allowing me to experience a paragraph in his story, and continue to be inspired by him.

(c) ANJ 2009