I hate when people brush their insecurities and restrictions off on me.
I hate when people tell me I cannot do something or something is impossible.
“A baller? You can’t get a baller?”
“A house? You can’t afford a house.”
“That career? Yeah right.”
I had an assholes tell me I’m chasing a dream.
Something that doesn’t exist.
Do they know who the FUCK they are talking too?
I was feeling kind of down so I called THAT friend who I thought would have some kind words of encouragement.
I’m always the Oprah to someone’s dreams especially theirs.
I have never felt that NOTHING was impossible unless you make it impossible.
Well they decided to fill my ear with the negative.
It was like, if I don’t settle, I won’t be happy.
Why do I have to settle?
That makes it seem like I’m not worth what I want to achieve.
Like I’m so hood rat with no sense of purpose.
Why get up every day and fight for that dream?
So, I’m suppose to feel that I cannot get that career,
that dream man,
that dream life… all because it is deemed impossible?
What happened to people’s fighting spirit?
That HOORAH attitude that lives within us?
That light that shines inside us that helps see us through life’s obstacles?
Where did it go?
Why do we take others bad experiences and use them as our own?
Why must we settle for the men we meet online?
Those dusty losers that lie about pictures and practically their whole existence.
Why can’t we aim higher for that baller or even CEO?
Why are we limited to the job as the stylist, hair dresser, or the gay best friend?
Why are we told can’t we get what we want?
Oprah could have settled for being a measly reporter.
Jay Z could have still stayed slangin drugs in Marcy, while rapping as a hobby.
Beyonce could have remained in that girl group and be limited to sharing the spotlight.
Kanye could have kept his mouth shut and continued being a producer.
….why must Jamari Fox be the one to just settle?
I’m tired of feeling like I am in a nightmare.
I am over feeling like this is my final destination.
I’m not going to stop fighting for what I want.
Because you see all of you,
my Foxes and my Wolves out there…
IF I stop,
you will too…
And I cannot allow that to happen.
We have come this far.
There is no turning back now.
You’re pretty much stuck with me.
This blog isn’t for my settlers.
I don’t have an entry for you right now.
This blog is for my explorers and adventurers.
Male or female; gay or straight.
The ones who dream big and pray every night.
The ones who are unsure where they are going,
but they know somehow, the path will light the way.
The ones who know their man is out there and one day,
he will show face and finally make you exhale.
… this is for US.
To anyone who has a muthafuckin problem…