The Death of Mr. Right

Turn on any urban contemporary radio station today and within one hour you’re guaranteed to hear Mary J. Blige’s new single Mr. Wrong. The song tells the story of a woman who realizes her lover is no good for her and will eventually break her heart but she refuses to end the unhealthy relationship.

Bad boys ain’t no good
Good boys ain’t no fun
Lord knows that I should
Run off with the right one

Me and Mr Wrong get along so good
Even though he breaks my heart so bad
We got a special thing going on
Me and Mr Wrong
Even if I try, no, I never could
Give him up cause his love’s like that
Ain’t no way that I’m moving on
I love my Mr Wrong

Sadly, this song is far from fiction. There are many women caught up in unhealthy relationships with guys (I refuse to call them men) who refuse to treat them with the love, loyalty and respect they deserve. Too many women are being abused (physically and verbally) and some have even lost their lives while being in a relationship with a Mr. Wrong. So when and were did Mr. Right die? Well lyrics to Mary’s song lead us back to the crime scene.

Bad boys ain’t no good, good boys ain’t no fun…

Bad boys are normally quite boisterous and attract a lot of attention. Think about it. In sports, the most talked about athletes are the ones the world loves to hate, the ones with a “thuggish” demeanor, the ones with tattoos covering most of their torso area, and have a criminal record. The same goes for the music and film. Chris Brown, T.I. and Lil’ Wayne are thrown in the faces of our young women on a daily basis while good boys like Musiq Soulchild, Lupe Fiasco, and Hill Harper are never mentioned.

Silently, society is telling our women bad guys are attractive and sexy while good guys are plain and boring. Look at how Tim Tebow has been ridiculed off the field because of his Christian faith and non-combative demeanor; but Tom Brady who left his pregnant fiance for another woman is seen as a role model and sex symbol. In the African-American community it’s becoming a generational curse. Women and children have been abandoned by men for decades that now many do not know what a good man looks like.

Me and Mr. Wrong get along so good, even though he breaks my heart so bad…

We must credit the talents of Mr. Wrong. He can seem very charming and disguises his arrogance and selfishness to make it look like confidence. He attracts women with his smooth words and unintentional promises. Upon first glance he can take on the image of a possible Mr. Right but over time that wears off and his domineering, careless and abusive ways come to light. Do we have to wait until another beautiful young woman is killed by the hands of a lover she thought was “the one” before we wake up and stop admiring the Mr. Wrongs?

Easter is approaching and it’s time for another resurrection. Where are you Mr. Right? Our women and children need you. Our communities and family structure is being torn to pieces by Mr. Wrong. Come back to us Mr. Right and pick up the bar that has fell to the ground and raise it higher than ever before.

It’s revolution time! Pick up your pitchforks and torches. Let’s drive all the Mr. Wrongs away from our women!


3 thoughts on “The Death of Mr. Right

  1. Whoa. This is a great write, Tré. As much as I love Mary, I’ve always had issue with that first bar she sung. Cause seems like some Black women will sh-t on good men until either he turns bad or he turns to dating white women.

  2. Don’t know what happened to my original comment. But this was a great write up, Tré. I’ve always loved Mary, but that first bar always disturbed me on that track. Because it feels like Black women sh-t on good Black men until he either turns bad or turns to dating a white woman.

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