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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

you thought it was retreat

:P
it's not important two turtle doves... your memory was so potent, you forgot what it was. your psyche tells you, this is war. shit, i'm glad we hardly talk anymore. running around in circles trying to explore, but there's trash everywhere and i'm growing bored slightly tired. would these lines of coke help? now i'm wired. please take a seat. long overdue to compete, baby i understand you need to release just take a seat.
do you mean it? are my thoughts really incomplete like someone deleted. speaking is such a chore. no need to be vain, but am i still someone you adore? it's never the same. you'll never find me. though, some of me remain.

Monday, January 16, 2012

makes me sing

be young and stand out, she's usually last with her ass out. are you ready to blast? just caste me out. too happy, and waaaayyyy to healthy to be anywhere around here. especially around here. i'm leaving soon, bet that makes you scared. constantly reminded of fear, she pulls out a suit case then doesn't put any gear won't need it where i'm going, she's confident...she's dumb, damn i wish i can come. short, dumb, kinda sweet kinda bitter zero temper. but don't tempt her! Go with him if that's what you want. But remember he will flaunt...the assets you access only because it's nature.

i'm his favorite colour. sometimes i bruise easily, with a hit of basil i become his lover. in disguise i meet him, then take off the covers. otherwise it hurts. you know... the usual dinners and bottles of wine and then we head to bars while he opens tabs he can barely find... or afford. buys out the bar then says he's bored. these drinks weren't only for me you know.... I don't. still searching for some where to cope. no more bars, sit and let your memories soak. our brains emulate sponges, without the soap. we yearn to escape, as i sip my peppermint tea. yearning to reach the absolutely... but remember there is only one you and one me. it's not as hard as you thought, to reach the beauty but as i read and read i begin to see..

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

your world

stop with the herbal overdose. eye swear my verbal's swam the coast, its so extensive. . . does the most. eye could've made it, was so close to this light being eye created but NOT TO BOAST the safety of the planets' got you in a comatose. it's so... sweet to me. it's whatever you want it to be. since, it's up to me eye guess we'll see. just like a snow storm in the warmest season of the earth.

this blanket of snow is on me.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

meditate

no need to feel caged anymore. i refuse to be trapped and i am fascinated by my core bit but i'm ready to explore, and of course, you still haven't got it. this me you have in that museum of other me's makes me wonder why is he constantly trying to stunt my growth so he's dead now i buried him two hundred feet under. tiny heart beats tell me he still breathes. heh, and at this point i'm rolling up my sleeves giving out change to spare the world to see. you knew it all girl, go here and then there, give them a little you know? just enough to go... dismiss their thoughts of that rough fight they had with their parents earlier. i'll forever be that bitch putting up every barrier bringing you one hit away from, anyway. i smiled all day today and had nothing but a cup of tea and some James. class was boring, so i left early and came except you learn from me fuck face, so i plugged up some EOTO and drowned in that pussies baCe. that minor obsession stays wet for you, it's in search of that slight brush of oral-muscular affection. these petty bull sessions we have make me strongest, i'll call you later and honestly i stopped being honest then you refused my call... try again you're high as hell saying i want it all. STOP WITH THE FUCKING SEMANTICS, I WILL END YOUR NIGHT WITH SILENT SCREAMS AND FOREVER STALK YOUR DREAMS, DESTROYING YOUR TYMPANIC. you didn't even hear me coming constantly checking your phone seeing 20 missed calls from IGNORE stops you from blushing. i try you again but i saw your friend who told me no pressure, he's gone. she sent him on all along it's me i'll forever be the silence putting up every barrier bringing you one hit away from, anyway. i smiled all day today and had nothing but a cup of tea and some James. class was boring, so i left early and came.

Friday, December 2, 2011

NEVER FORGET

by: her

There has never been another large historical event that has it’s decedents be told to ‘get over’ than the ancestors’ of the enslavement of millions of Africans transported across the Atlantic.

There has never been such any formal set of reparations for the 300+ centuries of enslavement of Africans, and needless to say, there obviously never will be one. (As more time passes, its getting easier to ‘explain’ why reparations simply ‘cannot be made’).

I ponder this question often. How exactly can that be done? How can you get over what is your identity in the US? Your heritage? Get over your lineage? Get over your ancestry? Get over your great grandparents legacy? Get over the fact that you cannot trace your family tree than a few generations?

Hey, any tips guys? You have yet to give out any.

I know many of you like to imagine that the transatlantic slave trade took place thousands of years ago. On some B.C. or some shit. I know its comforting if you compare it to the slaves of the Romans, Greeks or the Hebrews in Egypt [okay, I’m just entertaining the idea that the Biblical story of Exodus is real for a moment] because its ancient history. Too bad it isn’t. There were still former slaves around in the 1940s. (That’s during the time of World War II, by the way. I’m certain no one forgets that).

It seems as though anything that involves Black suffering should either be swept under the rug, or that we must ‘move on’ from it. We should never acknowledge it. Anniversaries should never be mentioned. Just move on and pretend it never happened.

Any time one attempts to bring up slavery in any kind of discussion we are immediately silenced or disregarded; our tragedies don’t matter, they are dismissed whether it be because it was too long ago [slavery was abolished 150 years ago, but the violence and discrimination along with Jim Crow did not end until the 1970s] or trivialized (deflecting direct responsibility by pointing out that the Africans were selling the slaves to the Europeans, as if that holds any relevance. If not that, but ‘Arabs had African slaves too!’ or ‘Blacks were not the only slaves. White people were slaves too!’ And if not, then of course than ‘well none of you guys are slaves!’)

There is no end to the excuses made. Every time I feel like I’ve heard it all, I learn a new one. There is absolutely no acceptance of wrongdoings. Its not my fault, leave me alone. Stop trying to make me feel “guilty”.

I’ve even read about some disapproving openings of slave museum because it might spark ‘anger’. Why is the history of African enslavement the only event that has ever been censored? I mean its not like this country wasn’t built upon slavery, the free labor of African Americans or anything. But the abundance of Holocaust (an event that did not even occur in the states) museums are okay.

America is such an immature young country. Nobody whines as much as the United States when it comes to facing their own past crimes. In Germany the Nazi flag and salute are banned. You will get arrested. The Confederate flag? Still flying in some places (by the way guys, in case you forgot, you lost).

The fact that the first public apology for slavery did not occur until the late 1990s says it all. This alone makes statements like ‘I’m tired of apologizing for slavery!’ and ‘I’m tired of being punished!’ from White Americans laughable bullshit. You’ve never had to apologize for anything. Not slavery, not Jim Crow, not Tulsa, not Rosewood (an event that was kept secret and not revealed to the public until the 1980s) ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

For all the centuries worth of colonizing, raping, murdering, genocide, self hatred and torture they have done/brought upon other people of the earth, what is this constant ‘punishment’ you keep bringing up? Being made fun of as being bland in comedy stand ups?

What were the repercussions…not being able to freely do those racist things anymore? Not being able to ridicule, harass and/or humiliate black people as openly anymore?

I’d say you guys got off pretty fucking easy.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

b r o o k l y n y c

tiny frame, big name.
we are light beings, roaming this county of kings. things have become extremely chaotic. can't you tell by the screams? no one smiles, no more looking to the skies. hell exists on earth and you can see it in my eyes. i guess you can say i'm the prototype, of some gargantuan disaster from your mind......

but, i want to smile again. and have the rain touch the base of my crown and then...forgive me.
home is where the love is, is where the love is, is the love is.... and eye feel so empty.

i have shit to do man. so many to screw; then nail and erase all the lies you drew. i can make you sweet, destroy the sour reconstruct and not give any fucks because i gave you power.
I MADE YOU BUCK WILD!!

Monday, October 24, 2011

nothing holier than cake

look at what you've created mom.

this disaster hard center, built so frail. waiting for weeks because you only respond through snail mail. fuck you!
my chest is filled with red lights, and moments of meekness.i can live through it.
cursing your names and saying you blew it. though it may seem facetious.
she loves titles, wanted me to call her GAWD like some fucking priestess.
when you returned, she made you wait. it was hard so you found some downers, a quick escape.
one day she'll tell you why. smile, then kiss you and answer all your questions with lies.
she is heartbreak, the truth, a liar, and filled with youth. so wise.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

soggy cereal

eye'm living this life all wrong. eye thought i needed to get a degree to please my family. i can see now. open eyes. but how?

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

promiscuous Badu's

you afrocentric chicks are the worst. your status reflects how much people have invested in you and I can see you are tired. beating and bashing me is all you've been doing. my life is boiling inside you, brewing. it's so loud in here... can't you hear? these Badu's are all over, with their sexy dreads, afros, and my buffalo clover. i'm satisfied, and content which is not good enough. i hoped you would call back... i called your bluff. meditation's the way and queens always sing sing "your love is king." my deepest dearest love was executed, argument is invalid you are undisputed. silent heartbreak, it's not foreign. so sorry i kindof let you back in, my life was so BORIN. Disasters fade like black pigment to grey, besides…….who said love was perfect anyway.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

numB

excuse me, my moments of weakness does not mean i want your comfort. it is reassurance for me. spending all my time amongst these animals has molded me into an entertainer. like an empty diner, filled with desperate love and chocolate worms i am just getting along. spending all my time alone.
meeeeeeeeeeeow
she called me fascinating, in Italian. she's on the money and has to buy me a shiny medallion. sorry, i make you uneasy and a little tense but my rep is super sleeeeezy and i'm on the defense. ra hasn't shown in a couple of days. i'm starting a new journey searching for that gaze. life's nearly complete, but you're not interested in that. my failures are more interesting...as a matter of fact. they make a great story at least. i've been reading my shit from 2009, and i have not been consistent to say the least...thats expected. e v o l i v i n g is what some call it. thats not conscious crush then roll it. it's terrible to think of you as more than life, but so amazing when we overcame our strife. i'm silly, don't tell me i've made it. it's mean to live in this fantastical world you created. but i'm in it.