Chivalry is DEAD

It doesnt take much to inspire me to start something...
It take something special to inspire me to finish it. Though i'm finding that inspiration isnt subject to being associated with positive things. Dont worry... that should make sense after I tell u my story. I'm sorry.... Hi how's ur day been so far? Good?.... good. Where r my manners. Anywho, back to what i was saying. Last weekend I went with Nike, her boyfriend and her boyfriends crew to the 40 40 club.

I was wearing a peasant skirt, tank top flats and had a blown out afro ponytail. Berry Berry Bohemian. I did this on purpose hoping that my attire would have some effect on everyones psyche and prompt them to go to a lounge... I lost out. So we walk in the club and i figure, i look like a portuguese tourist, I shouldnt get harassed too much tonight. Plus sometimes girls just wanna enjoy music and do the solo step. To no avail...

15 minutes in the club, a sweaty unidentifiable man grabs my hips and attempts to dance with me, from behind me while whispering 'u smell sweet' in my ear. After unlatching his hands and gagging a little bit, I leaned on the wall so as to prevent anymore sneak attacks from behind me. Soon the began to play ''my boo' by ghost town djs... one of the nostalgia joints. So i close my eyes and do my solo step... content as i could be, until i felt my wrist being grabbed and by a man who looked like a mix between eric bennet and tpain. Needless to say this went on the rest of the evening. There used to be a time where I didnt question it, but i guess i've grown up. I can't remember the last time someone asked me to dance at a club. I guess men just let proximity be their guide...like "if i get close enough and she touch her...shell know wassup".

Nxt day I get on the bus to go to harlem to do my weekly support harlem store tour ( my own personal ventures around harlem to see what businesses are going up and coming down) It was packed. There were 3 elderly women and 2 pregnant ladies standing while the entire front half of the bus was filled with seated young black men. It really made no sense to me. I dunno, am I being unreasonable? What do u think... I just feel like women, especially black women have been reduced to pawns that move like queens. They can traverse the board more than one space at a time but are sooo vulnerable to knights and bishops... Digest, I think in pictures.

But wait... its not over. So im at a good friends housewarming party with one of my best friends that same weekend. We leave around 1AM only to find a 14-15 year old girl getting the shi* beat out of her by her clearly older boyfriend. But get this...the cops were on the nxt corner. They look over, saw the ordeal and proceeded down the stairs to the train station.

I mean I could go on but u feel me. Finding a gentlemen that holds open doors, walks on the edge of the sidewalk, pulls out ur chair and gives up his... well thats like finding a woman who wasnt the least bit concerned about her weight. Degredation has been institutionalized so much so that most ladies dont even realize they are being degraded. I mean uve all heard this b4 but... my wknd was just packed with shi* that i had to write it down.

I was inspired though, to write a song called Chivalry is Dead. Its not on that india arie, teach u a lesson while soothing ur soul type tip, it a club joint. I figure if it blows up, I can see how cognescent ppl really are of the music they listen to. How do u feel about it?