Sister Souljah: Life After Death

After Santiaga, there is only Midnight as far as real men in real life who I really know. Midnight still gives me that ooh-ah good feeling. It’s stronger and deeper than the spark a hot rapper or huge movie star or amazing baller could ever shoot through my pussy like lightning. Midnight is a man who makes all of my body parts pulsate, even when he is not doing anything but standing still. His effect lasts over time, no matter how much time passes. To the point where even if I don’t see him except in my mind, my whole body, including my heart, still feels the throbbing sensation. If you don’t know what I mean, it means you never met him, never seen him. And you never ever even met any man like him. Which is extremely possible.

When men see women, they grade us. They be like she’s a five, six, seven, or eight. Ten represents the top bitch, which is rare for them to say. When men see even a glimpse of me they automatically and naturally say ten, the highest. It’s the reason they call me, Winter Santiaga, a dime. So why not grade them, the men, the same way? Now I’m entertaining myself and getting excited, in a good way. Well let’s see. We will start at the bottom, which obviously is the lowest. The lowest type of man is a zero, a dude who actually fucks his children or anybody else’s little children. A man who molests and rapes because he feels like a zero and knows he’s a zero. So he stalks little kids and women who he’s pretty sure even his weak backward ass can overpower. Zero-type slime balls like this also molests and abuses and rapes his girlfriend’s children or his stepchildren who are not his biological kids. So sick is he, he even rapes his own or her own sons. I wouldn’t say none of this greasy shit if I didn’t know that it actually happens. Having been locked in with so many women coming from so many places across the country, I know it goes on.

Don’t misunderstand. I ain’t all kid-crazy. I think having babies is a burden that breaks a bitch down. Mostly it fucks up her figure and lessens her value. Same way a new whip is worth major paper, soon as you buy it and drive it off the car lot, it’s worth a lot less. It’s used. With babies, once you have one, all of a sudden you have two and then three. Then the only thing you have more than babies is problems. A bitch used to have the luxury of being all about herself. Even from the first baby everything becomes all about the kid. Instead of going for manicures and makeovers, she’s left wiping up piss and cleaning up poo. Washing diapers and dishes and your whole pizzazz is stolen and gone. Unless you got paper piles forget having babies. Better to have the cheese to pay the servants to do all of the dirty work, while you style. That’s the only way kids are all good with me. Still I don’t respect no nigga who hurts, rapes, or molests the children. Even if he got money stacks and status, he’s a zero nigga to me.

Men who are the next lowest type are the ones who are straight cowards. I don’t know what happened to cause so many men to fit this description. I do know that a coward can never get a bitch like me hot, and probably not you either. A lot of chicks on lock, when we got into talking about their men, had cowards. These guys were the ones that blamed everybody else for their circumstance. Especially they blamed their woman or their women. Most of the females I met who had gotten beat up bad by men were the ones messing with some coward who they were supporting and providing for and whose dick they were sucking. He’d take her money, go get drunk with it, and come back and beat her ass ’cause he spent it all, didn’t have no hustle, business, or a job, or any way to save face for his failures. So he used her as a punching bag.

Some niggas who got jobs or a business they own is also cowards, but instead of them being rated as a lowly one, they would be a two or a three ’cause at least they work! These types might beat up their woman or women, or might not. But, they are also still cowards in other ways. They the type that fuck a bunch of chicks, but not discreetly. They purposely leave clues that they fucking around randomly, just to set these bitches to battling one another, instead of all of the bitches linking up and catching him in his lying bullshit. Some of the females I was locked with been fighting some coward’s other broad for a whole decade! These bitches be baby battling instead of thinking. They be competing to give this coward a baby first. Then the next bitch gives him one soon after. The first one thinks she’s better ’cause she gave him one first. The second one thinks she’s better because she’s younger than the first one. On top of that she feels more relevant ’cause now she has his baby, too! Next thing you know, both of them got three or four kids from this fool who is still broke, still beats their ass, and spends their money from their nine-to-five or even their social service check. Meanwhile, he recruits a bitch three and a bitch four who are running around talking greasy ’bout his babies’ mommas ’cause now they old news, and number three and four don’t nag and sweat him ’cause they the new pussy he’s poking. He’s spending one and two’s money on three and four, and besides, three and four both ain’t pregnant yet.

A man in the four-to-six range definitely gotta have a business or a job, but he also, to earn those numbers four through six, gotta have a decent look. Some niggas stay stuck at number four because their style, ways, and look is limp and lame. If you need your teeth fixed, drag your ass to the dentist. Bad breath, funky armpits, puss-filled pimples, dirty rotten cheesy dick, shit-stained boxers or drawers, and toe jam are all disqualifiers. Don’t have long nails ever, especially not with last night’s dinner trapped underneath them. Never ever wear cheap soiled kicks, cheap or mismatched socks, or run-over shoes… even if you gotta eat out less. The kicks and shoes are way more important than a bucket of chicken or shrimp fried rice or even lobsters. Sacrifice, you idiot! When I started laughing, it felt like my temperature lowered ’bout twelve notches.

For a man to be a seven or eight, he has to have a hustle, a business or a job, and not beat his woman up ever. I’m not counting play fighting. I like sex to be a lil’ rough sometimes and always very physical. I like to look at a man’s body first ’cause I get wet by the design of something stunning. I don’t mind a few scratches during the lovemaking, long as there is no passion marks on my face. I like make-up sex, after we had a lil’ argument. I might even cause a lil’ argument to get that passionate thrust going on. But brutalizing is bullshit. I met several females on lock who agree. They murdered a man or two for laying into them repeatedly like they were professional fighters. These women would arrive at the joint black and blue in the face and permanent scars were all over their bodies when their uniforms dropped.

For the seven- and eight-rated men who do what a man is supposed to do but keep a bitch on a bullshit budget, even though he’s caked up, that’s why he’s stuck in the seven–eight range. Or the type of guy who over-monitors his woman, doesn’t buy her a car or hire her a driver and don’t give her taxi money and space to be a woman so she can get herself right. Get her look perfect so she can enslave him in the bedroom which whether he knows it or not is what he really wants! I’m cracking up now. I’m feeling my toes tingle and my calves and my knees are no longer numb.

Nine is next to perfect, but not quite. A man who is a nine definitely owns his own business or is CEO of someone else’s business. The key is, his endeavor, whatever it may be, has got to be profitable. A seven or eight can have a business, but it’s one thing to have a business by name only, but no dividends. That’s why there are sevens and eights that have mastered frontin’ and even done a great job at it. They have a business, but the small profit they earn is spent on what they are wearing on their backs, what whips they are leasing, and the apartments, condos, or houses they’re renting but can’t keep ’cause they don’t own. They make it all look good, but after the look there’s no equity, assets, or cheddar left over.