Prove me wrong, "I dare you."

Prove me wrong, I want to know you. I want to crawl inside your mind, delve deep into the skeleton remains of the darkness you try so desperately to hide.

Perfectly Imperfect

It’s been a long time since I’ve been inspired to write a poem. But luckily someone special in my life has reminded me that I still have the potential to create something beautiful out of nothing. <3


I’ve finally realized why all along
I always believed you were the one for me.
Before it seemed so simple
like a gut feeling I’d say.
But at first you didn’t understand
how someone like me could care so much
for someone who was so used to feeling abandon.
Because from the very moment you invaded my presence
you immediately became a part of my essence.
You were just so perfectly imperfect
there was no doubt that I wasn’t hesitant.

Coincidentally growing up down the street for one another,
fate surely intended for me to know
that someone like you had to exist.
So witty and precious, unlike the others.
You were so spontaneous and weird.
The symptoms you gave me were exactly what I had feared.
You simply made my heart race.
Your words made my brain hurt
your smile made my cheeks burn
your smell made my legs weak
and your touch made my stomach queasy.
Devouring this abundance of lovely pain surely wasn’t easy.
The thought of ever parting ways with you
made my entire structure ache.
But I was determined to remain patient
for your mother’s sake.
At times we were both frustrated and confused.
Even when you encouraged me to move on
I had to refuse.
Because I made a promise
that no matter what happens
I’ll never be able to stop loving you.
Nor will anyone else ever be able to compare.
You were just so perfectly imperfect
it was even hard for me to comprehend.

To this day I finally realize
with you back in my life.
We no longer live with strife.
Because we both understand now
you are not my fantasy man,
You don’t have all the answers.
You’re better than that.
Because you’re real.
You’ve shown me how to live freely of all my insecurities 
how to appreciate the positive outcomes of struggle
how to embrace the faults in high expectations
how to find comfort in miserable situations
and how to value the chaos in our harmony.
Because together
we’re both just so perfectly imperfect for each other
no one else would be able to endeavor.

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People always tell me my cat has the most beautiful eyes

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BETTY BOOP - The Original Story

Ms. Esther Jones, known by her stage name, “Baby Esther,” was an African-American singer and entertainer of the late 1920s. She performed regularly at the (The Cotton Club) in Harlem.


Ms. Jones singing style went on to become the inspiration for Max Fleischer cartoon character’s voice and singing style of “Betty Boop”.

YES: “Betty Boop” was a black woman. 

Singer Helen Kane saw her act in 1928 and copied it, stole it. Ms. Jones’ “trademark” singing style for a recording of, “I Wanna Be Loved By You.” with interpolated words such as ‘Boo-Boo-Boo’ & ‘Doo-Doo-Doo’ in her songs at a cabaret was a style all her own. 

An early test sound film was also discovered, which featured Baby Esther performing in this style, disproving Kane’s claims. During the $250,000 infringement lawsuit, Esther’s manager testified that , “Helen Kane & her manager saw Baby’s act somewhere between 1928-1929.Baby Esther’s manager also testified that Helen Kane had saw Baby Esther’s cabaret act in 1928.” 

Supreme Court Judge Edward J. McGoldrick ruled: “The plaintiff has failed to sustain either cause of action by proof of sufficient probative force”. In his opinion, the “baby” technique of singing did not originate with Kane.

As an added note, scholar Robert G.O’Meally said, Betty Boop, the WHITE CARTOON character herself had, as it were, a BLACK grandmother in her background. 

Baby Esther was presumed dead by 1934, just when the lawsuit had ended.

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my sport

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i told myself i wasnt gonna make any more of these

but i was lying to myself

i was lying to all of u

Thank you for this.

Makes everyday a little more worth living for. &lt;3

Makes everyday a little more worth living for. <3

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