Love…Ain’t it something.

People often ask me about love and if I’ve ever been able to fully love without holding back. Back then my answer was always no but over the past 2 years I have been really committed, I’ve been honest, on point, dedicated, and very supportive. I have wholeheartedly fallen in love and because of that I am a better person. When I was first introduced to her, clearly I had my doubts. I didn’t like her heavy Haitian accent; I didn’t like her foul mouth, the way she would dress to certain events, I also didn’t like all the rumors that were out there about her, but I saw past that. I allowed myself to like her without passing any judgments because at the end of the day I wanted to treat her just like I would expect in return. Truth to be told, it was the best thing I could have done. Anyone who have come in contact with me know that I have never hidden my love, I often drive around town with her and people would ask me why I am with her, or why am I all up in her like that but those who question me can’t possibly understand the debt of my love. They are incapable of understanding this union, it’s a perfect marriage.

In the words of the good old book, “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you”.

I meet a lot of older Haitians and they often would say, you’re such a nice guy, you seem educated, and why are you with this chick? Don’t you think she would taint your reputation? Do you honestly think she would ever be your equal? How do you introduce someone like that to your parents? I mean gosh, they would ask me all these foolish questions. Sometimes I feel so bad for her because she be right next to me when they ask all these stupid questions. But one thing they often tend to forget is that being intellectual or educated has nothing to do with love; her past isn’t my past so no it won’t taint my reputation, matter of fact, what reputation are they referring to? So how do I introduce her to my parents, well, she’s been introduced and she is well liked. My parents only reservation is that people will judge me base on who I choose to love but you know what though, I don’t really give a flying duck. Those who judge me or her are the ones who never really took the time out to really understand us. They have never taking a second to listen to her stories, her pain, her plights, her journey, and her sufferings.

I lover her and regardless of your sentiments towards her, I remain unfazed.

I love Creole Hip Hop.