Yesterday, I went on a movie date with my girls, Sola and Funmie…and this other friend, Saheed (a guy) We watched “Madea’s Family Reunion” (preview here), and at the end of the movie, we were all in serious tears (except Saheed, of course, unless he was crying and wiping the tears off before we got to see it, but I doubt it). The love that was talked about in the movie just made all us cry…cause none of us were (are) getting it; romantic love, that is. Now maybe the movie may have portrayed love to be better than it really is, but honestly speaking, I seriously doubt it. Sometimes I think of lesbians and I feel like I can understand that one reason for being a lesbian is that no one can understand a woman as much as another woman can, but then, that’s not the way God intended for it to be. Adam and Eve, people. Just Adam and Eve.
Now, what kind of love do I want? I want the Adam whose rib God has put in me. Do you get it? I mean, I want the man that completes me (and I don’t mean for that to sound like a cliche @ all but that’s how I feel). I want that man that will always be mine, no matter when, how or where. I want that man that is mine, and all mine. Mine! That’s what I want; I want mine. I need that man that is my other half in the body of a man.
Needless to say, Madea’s Family Reunion is a wonderful movie, and I would recommend it to anyone; it’s a great movie, and I give Tyler Perry a standing ovation for a wonderful work done. The guy truly is Blessed. Amen to that!
Bye 4 now, Diary. Gotta go read for my Literature class.
