A couple of weeks ago I wrote the Crazy Hot joint entitled “State Champs” about how Naptown’s little black boyz made us proud! I was givin’ props to three predominantly black high school basketball teams here in Indianapolis where our youngsters won the Indiana High School Boys State Championships. Tinley won the Class A title, Crispus Attacks won the 3A title and Ben Davis won the 4A joint!
Ninety-Nine percent of the thousands of duns that read the joint and the more than 2,000 cats that shared it on Facebook understood the premise of me givin’ our kids their just do because the media more often than not paints our little black boyz in a negative light.They will focus only on the kids gettin locked up or the homicide rates etc.
However, two of the thousands of cats that actually read the joint tried to go in on me for usin’ the term boyz. I mean they really hit me up goin’ off because I used the word boy. One of them even attempted to call me racist because I said boy instead of young men. What!!?
Well…let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! First of all playboy or girlz in this case, they are boyz!!! As long they’re in high school, eatin’ Big Momma’s food, wearin’ their parents clothes and sleepin’ in a bed that Big Momma or daddy bought and paid for, puttin’ their feet under someone else’s table they are boyz! A male child is called a boy! That’s why they call it the Indiana High School Boys State Championship! Not the Young Men’s Championship. They don’t call it the Men’s Championship until you get to college! Why? Because the duns in college have at least put in some work to earn that title. What type of work? They have at least graduated from high school, can wake themselves up in the mornin’ and figure out how to go where they are supposed to go without Big Momma tellin’ them.
Y’all wanna go there so let go all the way there! So many of our single women wanna act like their son’s are their boyfriend instead of their children. As soon as the dun gets to be 15 years old and growin’ some hair on his face some of these women wanna start tellin’ them that they’re the man of the house. Then they start datin’ the dun and have the nerve to get mad when the kid finally get’s a real girlfriend. C’mon now! You’ve seen this foolishness! They dress the dun up in matchin’ outfits with them and he’s 16!!!
You don’t become a young man until you at least start doin’ for yourself. At least graduate from high school and start makin’ some decisions for yourself before we put the young man tag on you. There are fully grown adults walkin’ around this piece that haven’t graduated to manhood yet. Why? Because some woman’s takin’ care of them.
And please don’t come at me with the foolishness of “What about the dun that’s unemployed right now etc.” Don’t be silly that’s called bein’ in between jobs playa. If you live long enough you’ll run into that at some point. I’m talkin’ about dun that don’t and won’t work because some woman is thirsty enough to take care of him.
But let’s get back to this foolishness of cats bein’ mad at me for callin’ male children boyz!! The goal is to become a man playa. You don’t get the title of bein’ a man until you’ve put in some work. And just because he’s the only MALE in your house doesn’t make him the MAN of the house. He’s just the male of the house that you’re takin’ care of. Stop me when I start lyin’!
1) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
The G is excluded from the endings of all words because the G is near and dear to my heart because I’m from “The G” which is Gary, Indiana. So I only use the G when I’m talkin’ about “The G!”
The caption under the photo isn’t real but its real talk!