Kenya Moore…The Woman I Never Want to Be…..

A woman should consider investing in a cat instead of investing in lying and fake relationships.

How dare you sit on any forum talking about other women when your life is messier than the combined ratchet years of Jerry Springer?

You talk about how other women are jealous of you because of who you are but yet there is more to any woman than just booty and beauty. (You are living proof of that).

You shamed women like Portia and Phaedra because of their chosen men and lifestyles but yet you can’t keep a man…

Instead of searching the catalogues of sperm donors maybe you should search the catalogs of your health insurance and find yourself a psycho therapist.
Because it is obvious there’s a mental illness that lives under all of those layers of makeup, acne and wigs… oh I’m sorry let me correct myself…weaves.

You live in a make believe world that makes you think you are a unicorn or a queen of some magical place from far, far away.

Unfortunately, it takes situation like Portia snatching your ass off of the couch during last season’s reunion to snap some “reality” into you.

You forge more relationships than Apollo forged checks.
What happened to your “married African” prince?
Did if offer you a settlement to stay the fuck away from him?
What really happened to your “beloved” dog? Did he/she/it commit suicide because it could no longer stand your mentally ill ass?
You keep bragging about “these men” in your life
but yet “these men” don’t claim your asses or go on to marry others especially white women….
It’s time you take a bite of “humble” pie and realize
BITCH, YOU ARE FUCKING NUTS
I’m sick of women like you being broadcast on “Reality” TV.
There is nothing wrong with admitting you have a mental illness. There are many women who battled it and learn to deal and survive with it.
Take ownership of it.
And stop faking relationships.
You have successfully faked 4 relationships (that I’ve counted) and every time you have been left in the media’s eye looking like a fucking dumbass….

I’m Tired

Everyone has always looked at me and thought of me as being strong. My strength came from fucked life experiences where I had no choice but to be strong or fold to the hatred n anger around. But some people get to a point when being strong is not enough anymore. I’ve cried so many tears that eyes respond to me “bitch please”. My heart doesn’t know what its like to experience love for everytime it has entered my life its caused me the greatest pain. I try to be positive and look forward to a better and happier future. But in return my dreams, my hopes n my desires are taken from me. I hide my pain through my rough exterior and through my sarcasm but lately I’ve discovered “i’m tired”. I’ve given up on love, I’ve given up on friendship, I’ve given up “trying”. What is life without love and no one to share it with? What is a life full of disappointments and rejections?? What is life when you spend most of your time here “fighting” and trying to be accepted? My life!