Rhymes Revisited-Ridin Dirty

As much as folk have to say about Wright's 'racist, unAmerican' tirade
They need to acknowledge the truth in his statements
He is not pulling all this shit out his ass
Although i do acknowledge that some of what he said was extreme

yo

i stopped and played that 'ridin dirty' part like 5 billion times
LMAO
but i digress

As a nation, we've done some fucked up stuff
the issues of racism
Foreign policy
You know ima conspiracy theorist, so im not even batting an eye at the idea that the AIDS virus was somehow government created
can someone say "Tuskegee experiment"?

educate yourself


Declaration of Helsinki anyone?
don't know what it is?
hit the link

Bad Blood: The Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment: A Tragedy of Race and Medicine by Jim Jones
pick it up


Obviously the American experience for different folk can vary radically

I don't see the issue with saying Hillary will never know what it's like to be called a nigger
the same way i dont see the issue with someone saying Barack will never know what it's like to be called a feminazi

Why the hell would it be unpatriotic to expound on the crap your country has done?
doesnt mean you dont love your country
doesn't mean you tryna head back to Africa (or wherever the hell your people are from)

I'm probably gon be added to somebody's watchlist in a minute.lol
If you dont see a post from me tomorrow
know they got to me

call detective Munch aight
he'll know what to do

bootleg poetry time





ingesting remnants of carcasses
swallowed pride
force fed excrement they tried to pass off as a five star meal
as the lies make their way down your throat
suffocation
their testicles in your mouth
purification
as digested lies give birth
to expelled truths
Vietnam
Iraq
Serbia
Haiti
Sudan
Japan
Darfur
Guantanimo Bay
Abu Ghraib
cover ups exposed
like her
garments ripped from her body
14 years old
acts committed too horrible for the merciful to comprehend
as others who have borne this pain and legacy
look down from heaven
heads shaking and arms spread
to accept another into their fold
11-year-old girl from Kosovo
12-year-old Okinawa girl
when the keepers of peace
cant be trusted not to shatter it
violated under cover of fire
blasts like fireworks on that fourth setting of the moon
on that 7th month
smoke clears
bodies strewn
count them
each one an attempt at sin hidden
torture chambers become life
and life seems the lesser choice
when the question is posed: life or death?
chambers of semi automatic guns, like dragons, spitting steel-tipped fire
memories of
steel-tipped boots
grounding your face into the dirt
as the cries of the inhumane plague your sanity
grains of rock dig into
sun-kissed flesh
son
kissed
flesh
marring the beauty that God did create
threat of death looming low overhead like a noose
ring of rope
destroyer of hope
or so they think
reaching for you like a lasso
determined to snare souls
round them up like cattle
their own special branding
bodies dragged behind beds of pick-up trucks
badges and ink-black sky offer all the cover needed
disfigured, marred beauty
head, neck
found miles from mangled torso
can't quite make out how handsome he used to be
my boy James
Deeds of the souless
celebrated at tables where Lucifer dines with men
fields where the spirits of the deceased
do battle with forces of evil
no rest for souls of the dead
who perished in fits of rage over injustice
apparitions of the long gone and long forgotten
yearning for the Lord's vengeance
against
masters of evil
axis of evil
a turn of phrase
annihilate
subjugate a people
strange bedfellows they make:
justice and torture
clandestine affairs
secrets released, like whispers
into the ears of harlots

haikuin it

she called upon death
said it had to be better
than what she had now




fee fi fo fum. that
jack was really fuckin bold
to bring some beans home




don't they say that pain
is really close to pleasure?
whips and chains oh my




he thought he was hard
til she sliced his balls straight off.
can't get hard now




what if i give you
all that i have to give and
then u go, what then?




"u aint that cute son"
see i had to tell him that.
his head's big enough




i be doin it
betta yet Baduin it
i keeps it Clevah




you never saw me
too busy checking for her
so i just gave up




friend material?
im not tryna be your friend
what u think this is?




can you hurry up?
bust a nut already dammit
im getting lockjaw




now look here bubba
im just tryna do my time
i am not ur bitch




don't fuck with me man
jedi mind tricks don't work here
i saw you with her



"i am sorry miss"
and no soothsayer was she
but somehow she knew
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Today is meet a blogger day

the first commenter must go into the blog comments of my last post and visit an unfamiliar blogger. Then comment on that blogger's last post

All following bloggers/commenters must either
1.visit the blog of the commenter above them and comment(if they haven't visited already) or
2.pick someone from that person's blogroll who's spot you haven't checked out yet and comment on that blogger's latest post

(In the unlikely event that the commentor above you does not have a blog, you are not then excused bastard. You gotta go further up the line and commence to meeting some friggin new faces)

let me know whose spot you visited and commented on
have fun

don't leave me hangin like that bootleg Michael Jackson karaoke challenge thing Had me actin a fool for no reason

I really am still waitin on somebody to do it
this will be a returning thread in my posts unless onea yall bastards does it

grimace

have a nice day

CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH



It's one something in the morning
i just came from the church concert in Connecticut
Im tired as all he----uh all get out
this post is gon be short
Just know i had a blessed day
We kilt our first song son
woot woot
my feet are (not gon curse in this one.had to stop myself)killin me
them black peep toe maryjanes
*mumbling unintelligible mess*
Them some oprah shoes
you know how you got shoes with different levels of comfortability?
the heels you can rock all day
the ones that you can wear for only a few hours
the one hour time limit heels
well Oprah shoes are ones you aint tryna walk in at all
them some sitting shoes

ill make an effort to add something later today folks
And onea these days i'll actually write a post with
gasp
real punctuation
probably on some deep stuff

im feelin all light and airy and sanctified and stuff
so God bless and stay safe

rhymes revisited-rep ur set

I'm from that
place of clear beaches,
mountainous land
treacherous history,
pain, independence, government coups,
third world poverty,
coconuts, greatgrandma's mango tree,
the land of bloodlines and bloody streets,
street markets, and rum.
Where dogs run free and dirt roads are where you tread your feet.
I'm from that
"sak passe. nap boule. piti piti" meet and greet.
was never scared to rep my flag
even though i knew some folk would hate me
AIDS,
Voodoo,
they tried to use and berate me
Now it aint so bad if you say you from
HAITI



flashback:
maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan
i remember back in the day
Shell Bank junior highschool
Sheepshead bay brooklyn
there i was
tall, skinny, NEVER matched, quiet, smart
oh man
great fodder for kids who have no damn soul

aside:
how the fuck you gon rep the ghetto but wanna tear folk down who got less?
you's ghetto rich if you can afford to get new jordans every month

anyway
i aint never had no jordans til 8th grade
now that may not seem like nothing
but have them kids tell it
it meant i was not worth living
lmao

aight so
my mom stopped doing my hair in 5th grade
didnt give me no instructions how to continue...
grimace
so
yeah
by the beginning of junior high
i basically had no damn hair on my head
(hence why onea them soul-less kids had the nerve to say
"I got more hair on my pussy than you got on ur head"
Uh
that's nice?
what the fuck did she want me to say?)
Now here's the thing
My dad was all bout that 'let what folk say slide off you'
If you know it ain't true
go bout ur bizness

Me
wasnt nothing sliding off
but
see
what had happened was...
lol
i figured the numbers and wasnt tryna play the odds
lil old me?
versus alladem?
ok more like big ole me
wateva
i wasnt tyrna die
so i let shit go
(real deep shit here. i died a lil bit everyday tho son. Kids. man. no fuckin mercy)

then in seventh grade I got me some fashionable accessories

BRACES
FUCK
That's what my dumbass got for suckin my damn finger

Honestly i didnt get it
OK
yes i was awkward and gangly and no-haired.lol and quiet and Haitian (yall know i love me some Haiti but them kids wasn't tryna let me educatem. I honestly was tryna hookem up with a history lesson, talkin bout Haiti was the first independent black nati-
and i didnt get to finish 'fore folk was like "Haitian booty scratcher"
dang
scratch your ass once and folk won't let it go
nah
im just bein stupid.lol)
but all that hate
so friggin unnecessary

I remember this one incident
There was this girl named Marie
short, dark, had even less hair than me
waiting on the special bus to leave from infronta the school
(no folk not that 'special'
This was a bootleg regular city bus that would stop at the junior high first then continue along the regular bus route)
so they start in on her
was dissin her and any typa kin to her they could think of
her momma, her uncle, her great grandaddy
fuck
whatnahell?
then they started in on the Haitian thing

Now my heart was hurtin for her
but
again
i figured the numbers
it woulda been me and her against the whole bus
ummm
them odds
yeah
still tryna survive to see highschool atleast
so aint say shit

Chick got fed up
She got up like she aint give a fuck at all
son i was gettin ready for her to tellem off
then she said
"I'm not Haitian. I'm African"

duuuuuuuuuumb
bitch
all they said bout your ass
called your momma out her name
was talkin bout ur great grandaddy
and thats the only thing you wanna correct?

smh

We folk in the African diaspora
We really need to get our shit together
you got pride in where you from
great
why you gotta knock the next man?
You Jamaican?
looovely
but why you wanna bring up voodoo everytime you wanna say something bout my fam
apparently you aint that scared
you still messin with me

This post is so not turning out how i had originally planned it
but that's aiight
ill hook that up tomorrow
I took some bootleg pics of the ole Haitian immigrant
ima put them up tomorrow
I aint gon front
I make fun of Haitian folk too
(Tell me why i saw this lady walkin down flatbush with a big ass suitcase balanced on her head and onea them plastic travel bags in each hand? I love my Haitian folk. I do. Lookin like she was headed to the marche to sell some goods)

i'm entitled
I know it's in jest
but dont just roll up on me talkin all out the side of your face
nah playah
we aint cool like that

I give you
Haitian vs Hooker

I know i posted this before
it still amuses me

Emeline Michel


WATCH




Where yall folk from?
and if you from the mainland, tell me where your folk were from before they landed on Plymouth rock
or plymouth rock landed on them
Ever been there? (the land of your peoples that is)

flashback foto

I love Cold Case


second only to Law and Order
the throwback music
the costume design
the flashbacks
i friggin love it


Reminiscin
90210

I was stuck to that show
soap opera type mess
me and my brother watched practically every single episode


TGIF
me and the fam used to sit infronta the tube Friday nights
Perfect Strangers

Full House

Mr Belvedere

Family Matters

Full House (edit: Why does my dumbass have full house twice? comeon fam. not onea yall coulda mentioned it?)

Step By Step

man i miss the ole stuff
mosta this new shit is depressing as all hell
am i glad i grew up when i did
This reality tv mess needs to end now
they poppin up with a new one every five seconds
let it go bastards
just let it fuckin go


i present to you
shoe whore extraordinaire
new shoes make me happy
nevermind the fact that i hardly wear them














dad brought back some souvenirs
(aside from his mackin stories. He's really takin that 'you're my best friend' thing to heart. There is just some shit i don't wanna know. ole ass, haitian immigrant ass, broke down pimp)
some Kremas

Kremas is a sweet and creamy alcoholic beverage native to Haiti. The beverage is made primarily from creamed coconut, sweetened condensed and/or evaporated milk, and rum.
It was the homemade shit
auntie hooked it up

some sweets
ummm yeah
no pics of that cuz my greedy ass ate it all already


bootleg haitian paintings




some spray perfume

the orange one smells reeeeeeeal good

I do Hi Coo

big girls dont cry so
she kept the secret close and
let it consume her


her eyebrows are gone
shaved them in a fit of rage
filled them in later


wheat thins are like crack
they wont let go of my soul
i wont drop the bag

Sanity

the hold: tenuous
i'm not sure how much longer
i can hang on for

Piece

take what you must but
leave me intact so that i
live to breathe again


Goliath

im still waiting for
your loincloth to fly up and
reveal your blue balls


i'm not a poet
yet my soul speaks melodies,
a friend once told me

i remember when
i knew not what hate was, Then.....
reality struck



fingers linger.sigh
hands trace form and i shudder
never felt this way

unfettered passion
eyes that dare me to bare all
i do.uncertain

i see you when i
look into the mirror and
it frightens me

you never knew love
never showed me any and
maybe you just can't

there aint no way i'm
dancing a jig for nobody
i won't play the fool

you listen when they
tell you that you're of no worth
then believe their lies

i got you sucka
thought you could escape my wrath
ha.well think again

WRITE YOUR OWN
line one: 5 syllables
line two: 7 syllables
line three: 5 syllables

The not so hot spot

Folk
ima go head and apologize for my sporadic postin lately
but it aint really my fault tho
my computer is actin a damn mess
i was really considering computer rage yall
was bout to slam the friggin laptop against the floor
and i had a bootleg presentation to do for philosophy
Did it last minute of course
started researching it at 2
started writing it at 3
finished the crap at 5:30
class started at 6:00
i really gotta stop this procrastinating mess

So last Saturday
i stopped by that hip hop karaoke thing miss EB had posted about
I recieved the memo that it wasnt her event and that she couldnt come tru cuz apparently they were filled to capacity or some other mess
EB
U reading?
I don't give a damn
i aint heard bout it from noone else but YOU
YA HEAR?
OK
Rant over
next time you advertise an event, your ass betta be there
grimace
NOW the rant is officially over
but for real tho
The event was not even remotely in 'the bizness' territory
whatnahell?
I was sorely disappointed.
aaaaaaaaaaaand
There were no fuckin seats
whatnahell??!!?!!?!?
so my black ass stood from bout 10 something to a lil before one waiting around for a bootleg familiar face
I figured there was a good number of people there and the only people i'd even be close to recognizing were EB and Karrie
losing two folk in a large crowd (especially short folk) didnt sound implausible
I lost all my friggin patience somewhere around 12 but stuck the fuck around
I'd be damned if i went there and aint catch nobody from the friggin blogosphere.ya dig?
Well salvation came in the form of none other than lil miss Karrie B.
We took some bootleg pics in the bathroom
don't hate
you know them bathroom pics are mandatory
only took bout three of them shits
pics
NOT actual shitting
in 2 of the them, it appears my face is melting
in anotha my bootleg fro, which i patted into shape, looked more like a hightop fade than a 70's throwback fro
I said i wasnt friggin photogenic
im not even gonna post the pics
Fuckin had me lookin like Golden Brooks long lost fat twin sister who went natural bout a year ago
SHIT
OH WELL
anyway me and Karrie got to talkin on the train ride back
and of course it was no surprise that she was mad cool peoples
Looked just like her pictures too(damn yall photogenic bastards)
we exchanged numbers so we gotta bootleg hangout sometime

Anyway back to the bootleg much hyped (well in my mind) and much overrated crap that was the hip hop event
Why was there no teleprompter or whatever the hell the crap's called(sp? im too lazy to look it up) or nothing?
folk reading off pieces of paper and shit
and how u gon have the paper in hand but still fuck up the lyrics?
lord be that speaker and fall atop this fool's head
some bootleg white dude complete with bootleg gansta hand motions and bootleg ghetto vernacular
and i'm not hating cuz he was white
shit just felt forced as hell
caricature type stuff
I'm sure if i was drunk or high or actin a fool onstage ida had more fun
but neither of those options held true
and some fool had the nerve to be tryna feel on my friend's ass
Do you know this heifa waited til after the fact to tell me?
Now yall already know
Ida had some choice words
but by the time she told me and i turned around, dude was nowhere to be found
and for real tho, i was itchin for a bootleg confrontation
woulda livened shit up
but alas
it was not to be


yall see i got an aversion to punctuation right?
hope yall are satisfied with this lil glimpse into my not so hot weekend

oh and my daddy's back from his mackin adventures in Haiti
i told the ole haitian immigrant to stick to females his own age
now yall know damn well his ass is too old to be messin with no 25 year old
smh
half his damn age
smhv (shakin my head vigorously)
and he be tryna give me the rundown of his mack game
no thnx pops
we cool but i dont needa here all that
and
he got the nerve to be turning metrosexual on me
came back with his nails did
talkin bout she did it for him
whatnahell??!?!
leave my daddy be heifa