Pink Fire Pointer January 2011

V-Day Sucks

Red roses, pink flowers, the day of love,
The day every girl plans and dreams of.
The day they give thanks to the one who is true,
But also the day you see their intentions for you.
You go out of your way to make sure there’s something,
Then he shows up, and in his hands- is nothing.
A day when you’re heartbroken by ungrateful little fucks,
You did all this planning for a Valentine’s Day that sucks.

A Step Towards Being Healed

Taking my first step towards being healed
I will no longer be bitter,
No longer live so damaged,
I will forgive all those who tried to break me,
And prepare myself for true love.

I will no longer be hurt,
No longer cry of heart ache,
I will forget those moments of deceit.

I will no longer be lonely,
No longer wonder what I could have done better,
I will finally let it go.

I will no longer be in sorrow,
No longer will I long for thee,
I am taking my heart back,
I declare my heart free!

signs of love

Signs of Love:
I never make love the exact same way,
I like to do it different, each time, each day.
I like to take control, watch me put on a show
Costumes, lingerie, music …hey I’m a Leo
I never had a Pisces, never met an Aquarius,
I’ve dated a few signs, but my Kryptonite, was a Sagittarius.
He could get me wetter than a Hawaiian beach,
The way he sucked my tits, was like a Brazilian leech.
I met a few Virgos, who feel themselves too much,
But only my Gemini has had that amazing touch.
I love the way that he made love so soft so gently,
So deep and so thick I could fell every inch inside of me.
I now know the reason why they call them “the twins”,
It’s like having two lovers at one time, that is.
I had an Aries once, had the stamina of a beamer,
But he rushed too often, and was never able to please her.
I attempted to have a Taurus; he was so cocky, but small,
He wiggled around, begging for it like a kid in a mall.
Aw the Cancers, so sensitive, but crazy,
The Libras are too, sexy but lazy.
The Capricorn, so detailed, and irritating he got on my nerves!
But his head game was so crazy, can’t even find the words.
My first lover was a Scorpio, so thick, so long, so mean,
But hands down he was the most creative when it came to pleasing me.


So it seems that we’re back at this once more
At first you show interest, and then you get bored.
You once drove me crazy with excitement and glee,
I keep chasing, but its clear that you’re not that into me.
It’s cool that we can chill have conversations that never ends
I don’t know, maybe it would be better, if we just remain friends.

Poem: Damaged Goods


My heart may still beat for love but my mind knows better.
I may get lonely at night, craving to have someone hold me,
But then I remember what it feels like to be “in love”
The heart ache, the tears, the continuous torture…
Feeling disrespected, unwanted and rejected,
Like I’m never good enough, even when I give my all
I want to trust and believe in love and relationships,
But I know not to believe anything they tell me,
I don’t feel like dealing with the disloyalty or the lying
I know it’s better to be alone, cause ill just end up crying
My mind would stay focused, my eyes would stay dry
I can’t afford to get hurt again; my heart would just die,
Shall I hold others responsible for the damaged caused,
I can’t believe that my heart’s innocence has been lost.
But I have so much love to give, holding him down is what I do,
Have I been so broken by love, or was that “love” untrue?

Poem: Having a Withdrawal

It’s been twelve days since I last had a hit,
That’s 288 hours since I last felt your lips,
The physical dependence my heart is to yours
I stare anxiously waiting for you to walk through my doors.
I crave your essence; I crave your presence,
I long to feel you deep inside of me.

It’s been twelve days since I last had a hit,
That’s 288 hours since I last felt your spirit,
A separation from my addiction- which is you
The headaches, the irritability- they don’t have a clue
I need you, I miss the shaking, the dizziness of your love.
Now my body has grown nauseated – I feel empty
Depressed, alone, and isolated, because you’re not here with me.

It’s been twelve days since I last had a hit,
That’s 288 hours of feeling my heart racing,
I’ve grown restless, can’t eat, can’t sleep
An insomniac you’ve created.
I wake up in cold sweats, from dreams so wet
I shiver myself awake into chills,
The chest tightening, the anxiety of not feeling your touch,
Has literally driven me insane.

It’s been twelve days since I last had a hit,
My mind screams for you, I can’t focus on a thing
That’s’ poor concentration evolved from being deserted
I have trouble breathing, trouble speaking – I feel numb.
The tension in my muscles, I’m dying to release,
I’m going through withdrawals, cause your presence has deceased.

"The Game" Returns to TV with a Vengence

Living Single, Martin, Girlfriends, Jaime Fox Show, Everybody Hates Chris, Half & Half, Different World, The Hugley’s, The Steve Harvey show, Moesha. These are all Black sitcoms that made us laugh, cry, and broke our hearts when they were suddenly off the air. When other shows like Friends or Everybody Loves Raymond come to an end, the networks put on this huge “Series Finale” saga, but when one of our shows comes to an end, that’s it-It just ends. The relatable drama, The Game was no different from its predecessors; however unlike the shows before it- fans of The Game fought back.
It was about four years ago on an episode of “Girlfriends” where we first met Melanie and Derwin Davis. We then sat on our couches glued to our televisions as we watched the two characters walk off the set of Girlfriends and into the set of their San Diego apartment on the show, The Game. As our hearts healed over the sudden end of our favorite black sitcom, Girlfriends, we began to trust the networks again when they gave to us The Game, a show about a group of NFL players and the women who had their backs. WE grew tied into the drama, Derwin cheating on Med School with her favorite R&B singer, Mel jumping into bed with Derwin’s teammate, Malik, Tasha Mack learning to separate her career from family and becoming willing to love, Jason and Kelly Pitts fighting over her buying a name brand of toothpaste- the show was a hit! Then suddenly the CW started moving the time slot so often that the show’s fans couldn’t figure out what time or day the show would air- eventually KILLING the show’s ratings! Needless to say, our show got cancelled, leaving viewers craving to know more after seeing Melanie and Derwin’s wedding get cancelled when his baby momma calls to say she’s in labor! DRAMA! WE were all frantic about the future of the show, we knew it was cancelled, but refused to accept the idea that it could be over. In for the first time in Black sitcom history, we the fans- fought for our show!
The show returned to television via BET on January 11, 2011, picking up 7.7 million viewers with a share of 10 (better than most shows on network TV <especially CW> can dream of doing these days). The show picks up two years later and drops the audience into the world of the characters two years later, where Derwin and Melanie are married, Derwin is the star player on the Sabers, Tasha Mack works for Derwin, Kelly and Jason are divorced, and Malik is in a downward spiral of celebrity mayhem. Drama at its best! The reboot episode of the series has fans in an anxious torment on what this season will bring. With BET hiring the original cast, keeping the same producers, and most importantly same writers, there’s no question that this show will go on to become not only a hit, but a classic as well. CW, eat your heart out!

Redbull & Vodka

Redbull and Vodka:
One sip of this love, I’m hyper and I must dance,
You undo my skirt, and I unzip your pants.
You get me so high, my body’s full of energy
It’s so good I feel every inch inside of me.
 Your touch is like a shot of the goose,
 I can’t help it I just wanna get loose.
With the thickness of the juice, floating down my throat,
I gobble and I swallow, with one large and loud gulp.
The combination of the two is an explosive mix,
Not supposed to happen, but it makes me wanna do tricks.
I can take it hot, and I can take it cold,
Hold the ice, freeze the cup, because I wanna be told.
The sweet bitterness trickling down my lips,
I can feel the ecstasy deep down in my hips.
I’m going wild, with excitement from this Chemical reaction
The truth serum I’m taking in, I scream, there’s no acting
You give me wings, make me fly, boy I got ya
You remind me of redbull and vodka…