By Willie D (Read on and see why he's called the Gangster of Love).
A year after my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer I
was preparing for yet another long, uncomfortable night at the hospital when I
heard the announcement from an overhead speaker: “Would a family member of
Marvelous Basey please come to the Intensive Care Unit?”
My mother, who had fought courageously, had lost her battle.
Although we didn’t get along most of the time, I still loved
her. When she died, the pain was deep and the burden was heavy. I couldn’t fathom hating or disowning the
woman who brought me into the world, regardless of our problems.
Now I’ve made a few, let’s just say, “unflattering” songs
about women. But those songs were for those
types of women, just like my flattering songs were for those types of
women. Nonetheless, there are “women
haters.” Those who don’t really know me will sometimes try to associate me with
the “I Hate Them Bitches Fraternity.” When
I realize that's where they’re coming from, I promptly kick their asses to the curb
with reinforced steel-toed boots.
I love the female gender.
I love their hair, the smell of their perfume, the way they smooth
lotion into their skin after a bath, their laughter, the way they sway their
hips, their optimism, their vulnerabilities, their fortitude. I could go on and
One of my favorite songs is “More Than A Woman” by the Bee
Gees. The song illustrates the range of
emotions a man experiences when he’s truly found “The One.” Here are a few of the lyrics…