(African American and Negro are on the 2010 census). Choose one.

who's world is this?

      
   (smile) I like that.
bright out. cool air. new stride.
    whatever feels right just and fair. Knowing confirms eradicating stutter steps. Feels good!
     deserving of fruit baskets and dark chocolate (80%) preferably.
wild animals/star studded pulsar..(sigh) smile.
             this tatt still itching..

ready.

Insert from "a negraberry proem"

“Do not let your passion get in the way of your gift.”

Define Me:



passion drives to Be (nothing less, all the more) the gift is designed for healing and (assisting others). theories on the human psyche and the unseen world intrigue fully every layer. So what does the passion have to do with the gift?


Ghandi said, “The key to happiness is to live life with no attachments.” consciously, the words coat, penetrate through pores into blood stream and replicating in DNA. deep within the inner hemispheric part of the brain, right and left hemispheres unite and clarity transfigures into insight. [ponder what all that entails] offspring is a responsibility given; relating to gift. “Start at home.” family is family and love surpasses what can ever be shown because they can play stranger too. “A friend sticketh closer than a brother.”



“The key to happiness is to live with no attachments." unconsciously, the words seep and sit quietly til’ night fall. observing its surroundings, shadow persona and self. when the moon sits atop its indigo backdrop and the sand man arrives then symbolic ritual of dreams synchronize with the woke state. attachments are hefty and burdensome. living life to the fullest requires letting go and not stock piling.



“whatever it is let it be, let it be whatever it is, let it!” Jill Scott croons but personally, (shoot) shun folk who do. instinctually if it feels wrong, if it be fake ass” (despise fake ass jezebel’s Father) the censor resist like protons and neutrons bc these kind lack respect for marriages and relationships. use subtle loudness as a bait for weak ass men (despise weak ass boys Father) who are insecure and searching for utopia in a wound. promiscuous souls are the vile of the earth. the monogamous; going extinct.

echos gold rush 74'

(exhaling) not a love poem/thumbs up.


smile at me.
do something profound.
stop playing games.


be honest.
speak your mind.
be real. be real.


stop questioning me!
stop questioning us!
stop questioning life! Answer!


stop acting like you don’t see me. want me.


why can't you love right?
why you love wrong? crOOked?
why did you lie last June?


can we build together?
can we talk about anything?
can you be good to you me us?


when did you stop loving me?
when did you meet someone new?
when did you become to weak to think?


who are you?
who are you becoming?
who is standing before me?


curious and curious living
under/overstood.
leaning on an invisible cane
that's been kicked and dragged


now smiling habitually.


Mr. Luna is the mate of choice
broadens the smile already chiseled. He fine!


ain't no bag lady/you gon hurt yo’ back/dragging all dem bags like that!"
so..pack light (2 new clutches) and adding more. "Ooh..ooh..!"

sorting through love wit a fine tooth comb
cuz obsessed/hooked on Sunflower seeds sweet smells showers fresh laundry lil’nubian and swaying hips on tron' and live music
in moderation since ladyqueennubian.. respectfully.


but this love thing..
digging like a "Ninja miner" in Mongolia
in search of the "untapped"
in revolt of the Hernan Cortes of heart


So smile at me.
do something profound.
stop playing games.


Listen..I dug in the files of my mind for this one. I LOVE THIS SONG til I'M DIRT YOU HEAR!Was around 13 or 14 at first listen (WOW!) that's over two decades ago! (WOW!)Had to put the live version on. Grown folk only PLZ! Mercy(!) I give you, the Stylistics

Kiasu

I like me (becoming 2).

(sigh)
cold & warm outside
frigid faces & inviting smiles
coats & hoodies
tea & coffee steam twirl from enclosed cups

crescent moon peeks in the early morning sky
kids engulfed in conversation unscarved
lil' naive girls under-dressed in need of attention
cars speed pass with coat adorned drivers (I don't get it).

me. shaded. jaded in sneakers. squeezing in the stroll.
working out state of mind/ coffee in right gloved
(obsessed wit' self)

lips balmed
thinking bout future events. folk. love. hate.

need to be somewhere else. need to Be.

The year is upon me. (SI) surrounded by the vibes of Lauryn Hill and family. "Free, free..."
It's a moment I ponder 2010. I am reflecting on love (under Patron). It creeps. I can't front.
It was a part of me. Deny? refuse 2.
Merciful..

[I loved]

Happy New Yar

(and will again).

Rock Star

[free write]

today marks another tomorrow and confidence stands
alone in this cipher wit. Holding on to future/destiny
and purpose. Jung and his prolific work.
Malcolm X and Martin Luther King. Black men. reason 6ft. and hovering because of a "hue." Representation of this soul. Ain't nothing other! Blackness is a state of mind. It ain't poverty/ stupidity/ ignorance/ niggarty. It is lack in vision/greatness in a culture/ in a people/ in a folk who ancestors be "negra" forced middle passage. [Self-hate is anthrax deadly] (seen it). Rejection is seperation. Persona is souless. Ain't no nomad. Ain't wondering in No wilderness standing on the plains! I'll never forget my roots!

Happy New Year

Stay Black!