When Somebody Loves You Back. Mary B. Morrison

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СКАЧАТЬ man, Mr. Al Cason, once told me, “You must always help someone. But when you choose that person, you’ve chosen wrong.” Mr. Cason made it clear that I could never help someone who didn’t want help. Chew, when I looked into your eyes, I felt your sincerity for wanting help. In many ways, I’m the one blessed because you’ve helped me to grow too. As you begin your first year of college, I want you to know, the thing I admire most about you, Chew, is your determination to succeed. No matter how challenging college becomes, hold on to your winning spirit. A man only fails when he fails to try. I will continue to be one of your catalysts. More importantly, I want you, on your road to success, to remember that you must help someone less fortunate. But when you choose that person, you’ve chosen wrong.

      I’ve got nothin’ but love for the Oakland/San Francisco Bay Area college basketballers with game: Jesse Byrd, Jr., Antonio Kellog, James Morgan, Manny Quezada, Armondo Surratt, and Alan Wiggins, Jr., at the University of San Francisco; Timothy Kees at Menlo College; Diamon Simpson at St. Mary’s College; Larry Gurganious at Gonzaga University; DeMarcus Nelson at Duke University; Quinton Thomas at North Carolina Universisty, Jason Grisby, and Robert Owens, college bound seniors. Stay focused and I look forward to witnessing all of you play professionally.

      To my siblings, you’re the greatest! I love Wayne, Derrick, Andrea, and Regina Morrison, Margie Rickerson, Debra Noel, and Brian Turner.

      To my Sweeter than Honey sisterhood group, author Rachelle Chase, Onie Simpson, and Malissa Walton, I appreciate your love, respect, and wisdom, as we continue to support and empower one another in achieving our personal and professional goals. Let’s attain our group goal of becoming serial daters traveling around the world.

      Yolanda Parks of TV One, Michael Baisden, Cherisse Gage, Lissa Woodson, Jeremy “JL” Woodson, Barbara Cooper, Carmen Polk, Shannette Slaughter, Larry Addison, Gloria Mallette, E. Lynn Harris, Lou Richie, Jessie Evans, Chris Farr, Brian Shaw, Phil Doherty, Bill Johnson, Pete Morales, Carl Weber, Victoria Christopher Murray, Ruth and Howard Kees, Vanessa Ibanitoru (my friend since third grade), Brenda and Aaron Clark, and my McDonogh No. 35 Roneagles family, thanks for your continued support.

      To my entire Kensington family, Joan, Jessica, Mary, Maureen, Nicole, Steven Zacharius, and Barbara Bennett, I am grateful for all you do.

      I love my editor, Karen Thomas. Karen, you have a magnificent head on your shoulders. You’re a powerful and brilliant woman operating the most successful African-American imprint, Dafina Books.

      To Claudia Menza, my agent, although we’ve separated, I still love and respect you. When all of the contractual obligations are fulfilled, we will have presented eleven books.

      Last, but damn sure nuff not least, Felicia Polk, you are forever my best friend and the world’s greatest publicist. May God bless you beyond measure. Thanks for believing in me.

      The acknowledgments for my next book are dedicated to book clubs and bookstore owners and managers. I appreciate your love and support.

      I have so many more people to acknowledge, but I also have other books to write, so if I didn’t mention you this time, forgive me now, remind me later.

      PREFACE

      Soul Mates Dissipate, Never Again Once More, He’s Just a Friend, Somebody’s Gotta Be on Top, Nothing Has Ever Felt Like This, and When Somebody Loves You Back are intertwined. I recommend reading the series in the order listed above. You can preview an excerpt of each novel at www.MaryMorrison.com and www.SweeterThanHoney.net.

      Next is my Sweeter than Honey series. Pussy is sweeter than honey and more valuable than money. Women everywhere, after reading this series, will become sexually, spiritually, and emotionally empowered, learning, that is, if they don’t already know, women are a triple threat—possessing power, passion, and all the pussy in the world. Fellas, just when you thought it couldn’t get any sweeter for the ladies, more women are earning good salaries and/or owning and operating businesses. Therefore, men who are liabilities can kiss a Sweeter than Honey asset good-bye.

      Sweeter than Honey women worship themselves. They don’t hesitate to sit on a man’s face, give him a taste, and ultimately do him right, but only if he comes correct. Sweeter than Honey women demand respect. I know what you guys are thinking…what about the women who disrespect men? Most women respond to the way they are treated. So don’t undermine a woman’s intelligence, expecting her to accept your chauvinistic behavior (i.e., infidelity, lies, control tactics, abuse, etc.). When you genuinely love your woman, she’ll truly love you, but it’s going to cost you. Sweeter than Honey women never give their sweetness away for free.

      My Dicktation series is also forthcoming. Dicktation is set in my hometown of New Orleans, which was virtually destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. Having grown up in, as we say, Nawlins, I’d like to bring the “City that Care Forgot,” back to life and create visuals for those of you who’d planned on but hadn’t visited New Orleans.

      For those of you who’ve left your stamp or stench on The Big Easy by being oh so sleazy, and you know you were off the muthafuckin’ chain—one step away from starring in a Snoop Dog Gone Wild video—if the natives called you cheese-zy ba-ba you are going to love the series. For y’all, Dicktation will reignite fond memories of—Essence, Mardi Gras, Jazz Fest, the French Quarters, Bayou Classic, Bourbon Street, Harrah’s Casino, Comic View, 7140, Second Lines, and all the shit you can’t tell nobody, probably ’cause your ass couldn’t remember, but couldn’t wait to do again.

      New Orleans will forever be a city like no other, especially after the city is rebuilt, but it’ll never be the same. Therefore, I must do justice to both the before and the after depictions. Dicktation will arise and arouse like no other work I’ve done…until then, enjoy Sweeter than Honey, and remember you are what you eat, so stay sweet.

      PROLOGUE

      A black woman did it all…because she had to.

      She did it all and she did it well, caring for others while neglecting herself. Four hundred and fifty years of birthing babies for white masters and black slaves sold off to the highest bidder, leaving her to raise her children all alone. Four hundred fifty–plus years struggling for freedom, while black men died, for what they seemingly couldn’t live with today, dignity.

      Whose fault was that?

      If only a man could teach a boy how to become a man, then the question would be rhetorical. If the black woman birthed the black man, raised the black man, loved the black man she gave life to, then when did the black man begin disrespecting the black woman, replacing her birth name with bitch?

      Bitch. Bastard. Incontestably the black man could win at one thing: throwing a boomerang. The black man’s life would forever remain incomplete until he learned how to love and respect the black woman. Good or bad—what he believed was golden—a dick didn’t mean shit when the black man chose not to give back to the black woman what she’d freely given to him. Unconditional love. Respect. Devotion.

      Freedom came with a price, and now that the black woman could choose her mate, her fate was the same, leaving her to take on more responsibility than she should, but not more than she could, so she carried on doing all she could do, the best she knew how. It’s been proven that if one tried to do everything, one would risk doing nothing well.

      After dropping off the kids, working nine-to-five and then sometimes five-to-nine, picking up the kids, cooking dinner, changing diapers, checking homework, and lying down for a four—should be eight—hours’ rest, did the black woman have any quantitative time to invest in her children’s future? If she made time, did she have СКАЧАТЬ