The Real Deal Hollyfield

(Reality as it stands, and who gives a damn if you don’t like it. If it offends you then I am only so damn sure that I am talking about you, you sorry scrub ass bastards!!!!)

Dammit, I tell you, all I want is a good man. He doesn't have to be perfect, he doesn't have to be fine, or rich. Just GOOD. There's a lot of men claiming they're Good. That they're real men. If I had a nickel for every self-proclaimed real man who has treated me like SH*T, I'd be filthy, stinking, rich. And trip this, I give each one a fair shot, never holding anything from the past against them, and what do they do? They do damn near the EXACT SAME SH*T the last one did, maybe with some slight variation... I guess to mix things up a little. Let me give you a taste of what in the hell I'm talking about. If you don't want my taste, then quit reading this now, because I'm gonna keep it real...regardless of whose toes I trample along the way. Get ready now, here we go.

I am so tired of bullshit; niggas who bitch and moan about how no woman treats them right. Then when one comes along and honestly tries to devote herself to them, they flake out and give a sista the cold shoulder without reason.

I am so tired of wretches who take time out of their wretched, boring, BROKE, pathetic, TRIFLING ass lives just to find ME and disrupt my mental stability.

I’m talking about the ones who actually go through all the trouble to look me up, then proceed to bug the hell out of me for two to three weeks. Then, out of the clear blue, they decide they no longer want to be in contact with me…even though nothing about me or my disposition has changed.

I’m sick of these sorry, broke, nickel-dime bastards, with their piece of shit vehicles (if they even have a vehicle), less than minimum wage jobs (once again, if they even have a job), trying to act like they’re just SO much better than I am. I guess that overnight I somehow become too low for them to deal with, despite the fact that they have been sniffing up MY ass for god only knows how long (weeks, months and even years).

And what is it about them that makes them think you’re supposed to drop everything to tend to their sorry asses, when they won’t even return your page until THREE DAYS LATER???

Then you’ve got the sorry sons of bitches who don’t really want to be with you, but don’t want anyone else to have you, so they f*ck with you just enough to make you feel secure then they walk...no better yet STOMP all over you and your feelings.

These are the same type of bastards that felt they had to retaliate to the TLC song "No Scrubs". If the shoe fits, then wear it, you broke bastards! Don’t get mad because someone called you out and exposed you and your unscrupulous bullshit. But that song hit too close to home with these no good Baby Daddies and their stank affiliates who are only good for their d*cks, and even then those sorry butt-suckers are COMPLETELY incapable of giving satisfaction…the only job they REALLY need to know how to do. So I guess some sorry broke bastards had to defend the no good stank-asses OF THE WORLD and their bullshit ass way of life. Touche.

To the REAL men of the world, trust me. I know you're out there. I'm sorry that you have to be placed on trial everywhere you go because of your stank brothas. We know you're as fed up with trifling women as we are with trifling men. But that doesn't help me. So if you come across this and find it doesn't apply to you, keep your head up and stay strong. Your queen is out there. To the sorry whom this does apply: don't get mad! Get your sh*t together!