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Thursday, 16 November 2006

  • Simply Put

    Simply put I lie between happiness and sadness

    I live with grief but rejoice so often

    Simply put I live with the struggles of my people in mind

    I live in a galaxy which is stuck in time

    I still see the riots and raids

    The beatings and hangings

    I still follow the big dipper and try to make it through the under ground railroad

    I’m still putting castor oil on the whips

    I still say master and misses

    Simply put I’m back on the boats shackled at the foot

    Simple ways simple days no event in our history can be simply put

    Yet they try and recreate our struggles in history books

    Never stating all the facts. Just “simply” putting it.

    We’re people from a complex background stemming from the soil of Mother Africa

    We worshipped different Gods this made us animalistic beast

    Why didn’t such an inhuman race fight back against our upheaval?

    Why we let them take use away?

    And take the stings of the whips

    Why didn’t we seek the help of our Gods?

    Mix up a spell to make them disappear

    They stayed for days and even years they made camps on our sacred grounds they disrespected our ancestors

    They took us away they robbed me they robbed us of our culture

    Fela said they try to take the Africanism out of our people

    Now they wonder why it’s so hard for Olaoluwa and Funmilayo to survive

    Simply put from the day the boats reached the shore we’ve been fighting for our survival

    Don’t approach us with cameras trying to analyze our minds

    Writing editorials about our tragic events

    Giving us special names

    Separating us so we feel we’re not all the same

    Africa can never be simply put in any terms

    Stop rediscovering us over and over again 

    stop saying we’re corrupt

    You're disruptions caused our corruption

    Brainwashing us into believing the right way of life is the "Western way"

    Now we're lost and can't find the us which was once in Africa

    Currently Listening: Original Sufferhead and Itt
    - ITT

Friday, 06 October 2006

  • Wow

    Wow, Phewwww its been a hot minute since i wrote on hia! well'em lots have happen much which i rather keep to myself, some which i'll share in the form of this...watever u may call it.

    modelb I'm tired of trying...trying to please others yet in the end i'm left untouched. Tired of seeing others smiling and hugging and kissing yet in the end i stand alone. I'm tired people....tired of doing things to make my fellow man smile while leaving my self confidence in the back seat. I'm tired folks....tired of believing in a someone who falsely displays who she not iz! I'm tired of speaking proper language to them and broken to you why o why can't i be me and still have friends who love me.......i'm tired of having to break

    it

    downnnnnnnnnnnn for folks instead of being understood. I'm not a novel with complex words. i'm not a book that reads in some foreign language....i'm Tired yo. I'm B

Tuesday, 02 May 2006

  • Bitch

    Bitch, Hoe, Slut, Trick, Bustdown, Whore, Trifling, dirty, skeezer, chicken head, runner, harlot, ashewo, husband snatcher taking what’s not yours

    they say so much but I ignore

    they say so much my mind is weak and has grown sore.

    but not yet damaged by them

    not yet wrecked by there assumptions

    just because they see me with him.

     I’m his best friend but our friendship has turned into sin

     we don't even hold hands I’ve never slept with him in a bed

    bitch why you with my man all the time didn't I tell you he was mine

    Someone please tell her his love is mine but in a different way

    tell her we've been friends since back in the day.

    I’m considered hoeish to her she says I’m like that hooker on Dante’s point

     I’m the hoe who's down he’s the pimp who's up 

    they say so much to me I begin to fear others might hear and condemn me from holding there kids from making them smile from listening to my voice and worst stop them from reading what matters most....my words

    we're just friends he's no pimp and I no hoe he's my best and I’m his close

    close because I saved him at his weakest point...but now you see me as the villain

    ignoring what you use to know about me

    how you use to congratulate me for being smart, intelligent, quite tall 

    not knowing i'm ambitious and outgoing, outspoken and misunderstood.

     

    So,why you paint me black when I’m so radiant?

     

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