How Quickly Things Change.....

You Asked Me To Write You Something

You asked me to write something for you

So I guessed you assumed it would be a love poem

One pouring out my heart

Like a broken dam into a massive body of longing and desire

Yet when I tried I couldn’t finish

Because I was held back by pride

The pride of knowing that this love was only reciprocated minimally

And the expression of such would never fully be understood

So I’ll write the truth

And bleed the tears of my reality

Because this thing that I tried to make

Could have never really amounted to everything that I put into it

I never knew that each time I attempted to heal one of your scars

That I was committing self-inflicted wounds of my own

That you probably would never even notice

But that’s not your fault because I hide them well

And it was not I who was supposed to need saving

But now that I’m battered once again

And searching for my own first-aide kit

You’re crying too

Because that’s something that just never seemed to stop

Maybe that’s y two of a kind just really might not work

Forcing to over compensate with love and affection

While being caressed by only resentment and misdirected anger

I want to let it go but how could I lose a war that I declared

I stay because I don’t want to be the story you tell the next

About someone who whispered promises that would later be broken

I stay because this life is too uncertain

And I could be walking away from my forever

So I guess I have to alter the direction in which I’ve suddenly taken

So if you read this I wont have to explain the ambiguity of my subliminal context

Or the fact that this is only a subconsciously refracted image of my true intentions

But then again that all may not be necessary

Because you asked me to write you something

But you probably will never ask to read it

One of the reasons why....

I would like to share one of the reasons why I aspire to be more than what most can see. In this life I am attempting to live and breath far beyond the orthodox. I once heard Oprah say, "I am living to reach and share the best and fullest capacity of myself." So with this in mind and the blessing of being exposed to people who push me to strive for the "ultimate me" I continue to learn and share. I have God and the blessings of His Universe to thank for inspiration and motivation to continue this journey.

One of the reasons why.... Thanks Dr. Spaulding for changing my life...

A Close Second...

I just want to be a close second

I don’t desire to win the race

Or get the big trophy

I don’t care that my name isn’t announced with favor

Because I come real close

That’s good enough for me

Being that shoulder to cry on

As I cry towards the finish line

But that’s fine because nobody pays that much attention to second

And that’s fine because all that attention

I don’t care too much for

Favor first, Cherish first

I’m fine with that pat on the back

Cuz maybe with that touch

You’ll feel my energy

My passion and desire

Because although I’m fine with silver

Who really doesn’t strive for the gold?

So I’ll continue to chill in the cut

Waiting for my next opportunity

Maybe I could come in first this time

And dust the previous champion into oblivion

But until that day

I just want to be your close second…

Changing Opinions on Miss Nicki Minaj #FoodForThought

This is a video that a friend introduced me that blew me away!! Poet Jasmine Mans shows audiences a different perspective to take when contemplating the character that is, Nicki Minaj. I have to attach the lyrics so readers can fully grasp the lyrical truth Miss Mans is presenting. I also want to post an article from Miss Minaj herself (via Vibe), who seems to be lost in a world of confusion and characters and who also fully understands her place to be....unknown. So, is it at all possible to compare the likes of Nick Minaj to that of Lauryn Hill??? I actually say yes only because of the fact that both of these women at some point in their career lost themselves. It is my prayer that just as Lauryn has, Nicki realizes the puppetry games and searches for something more, ultimately herself, Miss Onika Maraj.

///////LYRICS///////

By Jasmine Mans

You are being traded paper in exchange for you to be plastic

All Dolls will eventually mal-function

(I don't even know why you girls bother at this point like give it up, it 's me I win you lose)

Nicki MInaj,

(It's me)

I must admit

(Its, its me)

I have always been intrigued by your ass,

I guess that's what the world looked like after falling from your shoulders.

(Like give it up)

You have the heartbeat of a suicide bomber

A baseline breathing out of your pulse

Your thighs play storage for the weight of the world

I dreamed that you used to back packed, the lost raps, of Female MCs who could not find their way out the cipher

(Its just like I singlehandedly annihilated like every rape b**ch in the building)

Traded in your crown for unsharpened pencils and blank CDs

(Like give it up)

Do you ever feel a cord gripping on your neck, choke, spit?

Don't let this industry f**k the Assata out of you

(Harijuku-Barbie)

Can and will never be code for queen

You are a Queen no matter how many times they try to shuffle you back in tape decks.

Bi Sex, straight, you've earned my respect

(You da Bestest)

But I know your spine binds and crooked lines

And you can't seem to write a rhyme for your broken daughters

Slaughter, bent over back, ass cracked, b***h slapped, in videos

There is nothing pedal bike pretty about broken

Do you know what this media is trying to do to you?

They will porcelain

(Barbie)

Doll the s**tout of you

Leave you noose necked hanging from Zion they will Lauryn Hill you

The mis-education of a Barbie doll coming soon

(I just had an epiphany)

Barbie, I think NYC is making you forget you come from Queens

Its scary when you have wack MCs trying to ghost write your obituary

(You should buy a 16 cuz I write it good)

Your existence is not recyclable to me

(Barbie)

Stop spitting me toy stories

Of Woodys and Buzzlight Years who only come alive when no body is watching

Fake breast

Once upon a time before puberty and tissue filled training bras all little girls wanted a toy chest

What do you treasure? *

You have turned your G-spot into a land-mind

Dirty, disgusting

We have been waiting centuries for a woman like you to carve your stiletto in history

This microphone is not a dildo so you are going to have to cum a little harder than that,

(I, win, I win, you lose)

Come a little harder for rap

Too many women before you have laid down tracks -- UNIT...Y?

So you wouldn't have to record your on your back

Spit some s**tit for girls who kiss girls and got beat down to their backs

We will remember you for that

Lips sync your screams and remember your inflections and copyright your raps

MC

(Barbie)

For young money anyone can buy themselves their own ( I'm Nick Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki Barbie, the boss)

Crown, Vagina, Womanhood, and Talent,

All Sold separately

(Barbie)

You are being stabbed in the back

Inserted with a wind up string and a tag?

(R, R, R, Roger that)

Advertising At Its Best!

So...I came across an unusually creative advertisement for Nike. I found it bold and daring yet surprisingly meek and truthful. Women are forced daily to examine and magnify flaws built on awkwardly biased standards. I hate to sound cliche but it cannot be said enough: If you don't love yourself first, you will never be able to fully accept the love of another. #FoodForThought #ThatsAll

Dear Simplicity...