I wrote a poetry piece after Trayvon Martin was murdered for those who were grieving him. This time, after Michael Brown’s murder, I didn’t write anything. Maybe I will one day. Now, nothing good could come from my own words. So enjoy this record entitled Everything is Everything by my favorite rap goddess ever Lauryn Hill, instead
If you smiled all the way through this song, you might be a hip hop head- that is a connoisseur of hip hop music. I would like to pretend I was the first one to discover this if it didn’t already have as many hits, but chances are, you’ve never heard this little number. At least I’ve discovered it for you. This is the quintessential rap and hip hop head’s anthem by a new pair of artists local to me *coughs* that I just heard last night.
Read the latest Facebook only article on (feed on the right) about my new favorite things for more like this. Don’t you love it? C’mon they just said what you’ve been thinking. If song were a little but longer…
If I had to conclude my journey with one last article, I would say:
When you are young, you know a lot of things you don’t understand. The difference between those two are so great that it feels like you don’t know. You start to question yourself, and with questions come mistrust of your judgement and what you know. With that mistrust comes a reliance on the reckonings of others. Until one day you journey back to understanding that the reckonings of others are for the benefit of others and living for others has left you wanting.
At the bottom of this journey is understanding that almost no one is really genuinely happy for you. No matter how hard they saw you struggle to achieve what you have or how they cheered you on or supported the spectacle of your becoming, these were lies to cover their belief that you would eventually give in or settle as they did or some perverse desire to minimize what you have as on some level less than what they have… They will not be happy for or satisfied with you so long as you have become more successful in any area than they have become. If you lean on the advice and persuasions of others, they will advise and nudge you into misery, poverty, and loneliness. Instead, trust and rely on God for everything. This is yet another thing you know but don’t understand until you really do, and the end of the journey here ends back to you.
I would thank you once more for reading my stuff. Of course it is all just beginning
I mean a good and selfish volatile relationship with threesomes, hall passes, screaming, belittling, violence, or an isolating toxic relationship. No? Are they are in high demand now, since we’re still having to decline invitations. If so, when did this happen?
Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined being inspired by $1.50 worth of cocaine. Now if you think for a second that I’m comparing a bit called $1.50 Cocaine to a negro spiritual, that is appalling, and you my friend are about half right, that is all…
“Have you ever seeeen a dollar and fifty cents worth ‘o cocaine?” -Richard Pryor
Until I came across a 4-minute clip of Richard Pryor’s “Wanted” act about $1.50 cocaine, I had nothing to add to the Black History Month conversation that interested parties couldn’t just find elsewhere if they so pleased. So I felt no pressure or obligation before I had to pause a 4 minute clip 4 times for two things 1) to laugh without missing the next joke, and 2) to reflect on what I just heard.
Our gifts aren’t only for making a living, they can also get us through life. That’s why I picked one new artist, and one professional as the two poems I picked to share with you. (1) The first is from Jus Biz in the first piece he has written in years, he at once got his mojo back and rediscovered this form of self-expression. (2) The second is from a writer- an up and coming rap artist and amazing story-teller, D Skyyy. Both were challenged to one of Mira’s prompts. Enjoy!
Their handy-work goes by society, the elite—decision-makers; the real players—the payers, the beyond pay—the eternity seekers. They have been described as the crabs in a barrel pulling them back as if that were the same thing as helping them escape if they wanted such. Keeping them that way ensures they pose no threat to their own success and the legacy for their like. They square the root of evil for power so it neither falls on their watch nor advances without their thumbprint. They are often called haters, card-holders, king-makers and deck-stackers– to sway beliefs and preferences—unsatisfied, they seek to better calculate and predict them- to stay aligned with their comforts, traditions, and desires. They were there first; they were born first; they thought of it first; they were slighted first; their pain and story are more important—any justification works. Continue reading →