let's talk about sex...baby?!?!

So I'm sitting in Cosby thinking to myself all the things I was talking about last night and one of my past discussions in class , and something struck me.Is sexuality bad or good ? I personally believe that sexuality is good in the sense that you are conscious of what your sexuality is. Being in tact with your sexuality shows either a level of being comfortable or insecure.
Last night as I was joking around with a few people in my dorm , claiming I'm stimulating my clitoris and there is "jizz" all over the place while laughing , I stopped and thought what if I was serious. LOL. Would it be all bad. I do not tie naiive , pure, angelic, "good" girl with bad just because you're knowledgable about sex.

So the next time you're alone look at your body and love it , feel comfortable.

• Breathe in your aroma.

i'm pretty serious.

Who else can really love you like you?

Peace&Prosperity

Wars, poverty, disease and death are inhaled more than oxygen itself.
The fact that this world lacks positive energy we in turn have an immense amount of negative energy. Do we as a people really interact with each other?
The majority of society is selfish. The seven deadly sins have taken a tool on our society and actions. What can we turn to in this age of chaos? Perhaps peace?

Peace is an action that we need to take towards each other. Because we all have a desire to be powerful and wealthy we do not heed to many morals and we sometimes lose our integrity. The Elite usually forget that they are human and possess mortal qualities. Why is the majority of any country poor?

A common fact in the modern world is that money is an issue. People have the task of paying bills and in these days everything is becoming priced high. Poverty is one of the most terrible things the world has seen. Can people who barely have enough or nothing at all, react peacefully in the world? Well it depends on the person but many people have a higher chance of being criminal like when they are poor.


We all strive for peace, but is it strength wasted and foolish thoughts? When people are being denied a comfortable life and simple things like education , do we really expect the world to be at rest? A bigger question is are we all equal? In the United States of America do we all possess the same rights? These are some of the basic questions we need to ask ourselves.

AfterBirth

I never wanted to write a weak poem
and I told myself that I couldn't ,
create something the opposite of strength.
Criticizing myself with every swerve and curve
of my instrument.
Pressing down putting pressure
and going in.
Thinking of something clever.
To capture the audience and hold it.
Hold it.
Focus on me.
I have something to say and
I'm realizing it might not be pretty and it may sound silly.
Everyone whines about love.
Everyone yells when they're angry.
So what can I do?
What can I do.
To set me apart from this image you already made of me.
All I want to be
is me?
Do I really want to be me?
How can I be?
Who am I?
Depends on who you ask.
Depends on the day and the time.
Depends on how big my pockets are...
well maybe not that part because I can't let
this money thing change me.
I can't let these Benjamins rename me.
I can't let George Washington and Jefferson claim thee.
Working hard for a paper
slaving.
To the grave-and
never getting a chance to just breathe.
Take it easy.
Let go of the pen just a little bit ,
breathe in and out
and you don't always have to shout.
To be heard.
Focus outside of yourself
and look around and start
making moves to unite.
I guess I'm kind of strong.
I mean I took this paper and pencil
and I just messed up your mental.

BUMtalk

Another day , another day
No ore dollars.
I'm even losing sense.
What do I have left?
Do I hold my respect
on a shelf higher than the law?
Do I hold my pride
in a room bursting through walls?
Do I still hold love...
inside of my pulsating heart.
Does determination pump through my veins
and seep out my body
and leave an aroma in the air?
Erasing all fear
and thoughts
of failure and disgrace ,
and to now think ,
would I really hide my face
and slow my pace
In life.
Just because people cannot embrace
What I'm feeling inside...
You want me to lie
for the sake of your approval.
You're wishing I were fake.
As harmful as Barbie herself.
Warping the minds of children in society.
Telling them this look will complete thee.
See,
I know the extent of my ignorance.
Therefore I'm in partial control.
Feigning for knowledge got me here
and people still look with disdain.
“Completely deranged!”
“You should be ashamed...”
“Society's stain!”
“Parents to blame!”
“Stop playing games!”
“She needs to be tame!”
Pause.
Rewind...
Tame be to needs she
Games playing stop
Blame to parents
Stain society's
STOP!
Trying to shape Shapel !
I know the value of money .
Destroyed our mentality and separated us as a people.
So please! Spare some change I can actually use.
Denied life over paper.
Another crime , another crime
No more time.
I'm even losing lines.

Ode to La Nandi

Im damaging to your system
like free radicals
holding your mind in a abstract cell.
now you wanna free radicals?
and Im talking like revolutionaries like concord 18sumthing like haiti like assatta.
whose hotter?
than I
he begged to differ and she cried
im not floating on air drops but im floating on souls who died.
Shapel be fly
fly fly
high high
higher than swift winds
higher than big ben and green benjamins
lined with snowflakes
i bake the cakes
i walk on lakes
i was always fake.
so now i'm real?
alien android ascending and asexual.
one puff puff
dont tote and pull.
i'll take your spirit and i'll do something with it.
i'll have a new era and you all would be fitted
to this vision Allah blessed upon me
rainbows stretching from sea to see
see what i'm talking about
you shouldn't cut me off.
telling me I can't dream
like you was too Supreme and I don't got it like Diana Ross.
whose the boss?
i guess me because
i'm no diva.
no long pretty eyelashes
only scars and whip lashes.
no smooth butter skin.
only textured like ripped stained hems
hymns sung like early in the church on sunday morning
yesterday my family was mourning
and my aunts soul was yawning
ready to dive
ready to dive into the great
ready to seal fate
ready to be dead and live again.
ready to wake up from the nap and begin.
I loved her with my heart and she is 56.98723%
of me.
But remember Shapel be fly
no lie
you noticed.
Bawling tears never came
I can't kiss her but there is no pain
Sunny days are cute and all but I like the rain.
And the raindrops keep falling on my head.
Letting me know everything is going to be all right
you said.
Although a lot of you have went and left
I'll stay and fight for whats right.
Lay my life for future rights.
The Most High gives me the might
Shapel be fly
as a kite
I'll soar high
but that string is still keeping me grounded—iight?

mondayMOURNING - 2/15/010

you can call me kiing P
sipping on green tea
thinking
carefree and dangerously
pencil in hand
thoughts on demand.
no tv. just
a dilla beat
in the
air,
"no man will I ever fear" [ipod engr.]
NY times in hand
same sad story -today
I guess we never stop
and say
enough
so we continue to pray
not for the people
but for our souls.
give us Rest;
lest
We lose all sense of self.
I doubt we will ever know what we want in a
society of fog.
some want love,lust,sex,money,drugs
some need peace,blessings,smiles,laughter,happiness
every Breath we take
is a gift of debt
we make.

Intro to Your History 101 - 2/19/010

no i'm not a racist
but i will claim this:
there's something about my race and-
since i'm no atheist
i guess its not just fate then.
cause this Black thing
is the
best attribute.
i kid you,
not.
learning about the history
of
my people
got me thinking we must be the sequel.
cause there is no way i can be equal
to such great heights.
Black Panther parties and movements of Civil Rights.
as intense as the fight
foreman vs. ali.
rumble in the jungle.
would i dare be a young fool
and think its cool
to drop out of school
and let negativity rule
my self.
could I
honestly
turn blind to my past
and be considered an As-
no no
this is the only can't I
simply can not do.
In fact i'm going
to ask
and try to grasp
yesteryear
because its not gone
its my birthright.
i'm not a spin-off.
i'm a by-product.
no i'm not a racist
but i will claim this:
there's something about my race and-
since i'm no atheist
i guess its not just fate then.
cause this Black thing
is the
best attribute.
i kid you,
not.
learning about the history
of
my people
got me thinking we must be the sequel.
cause there is no way i can be equal
to such great heights.
Black Panther parties and movements of Civil Rights.
as intense as the fight
foreman vs. ali.
rumble in the jungle.
would i dare be a young fool
and think its cool
to drop out of school
and let negativity rule
my self.
could I
honestly
turn blind to my past
and be considered an As-
no no
this is the only can't I
simply can not do.
In fact i'm going
to ask
and try to grasp
yesteryear
because its not gone
its my birthright.
i'm not a spin-off.
i'm a by-product.

cognizance 2/24/010

the reality of the situation
is that yes, maybe
just maybe
who am i kidding.
i've been impatient.
running,
zipping-
racing
and dashing
pumping my brakes-
way too late
and ending up crashing
feet first
cause i can already see how I'm going to land
and
i think
i overstand
my physical existence.

a signal
flashed when
i played double dutch with gravity.
and i held all the resistance.

a song
kissed my eardrum
when i was the one who
was about to run,

but


i levitated
into a dimension
that not so many people can mention
and i sit back kind of wishing
that i wasn't on detention
because knowledge
is a dangerous tool.
i mean i know knifes, guns and drugs
weren't allowed in school.

but

now i can't even bring my mind.
and
and my sanity isn't even all mine.

my skill and mastery
has the government coming after me
has third eye open ; i can finally see
no longer blind,deaf or mute.
i can finally be.
all that the most high intended for thee.

i'd put my sole
on the line.
think about that
i'd
put
my
sole
on
the
line.

morning breeze 2/23/010

inspire.
woke up this morning.
grateful.
blessed to see.breathe.think
but most importantly
live
another moment.
because even if I do not make it
through for a day.
i would pass on to say-
"thank you, everything is okay"
recognizing
my gift of the present
and how i live
each nanosecond
influence the presence-
gone by for past.

brightening.
beautiful colored
faces.
making them morph into
shiny canvas of
familiar places.
cause every time i look
into your eyes
i can remember
[if i briefly forgot]
why.
why.

why i love today.
why i pray today.
why i dance today.
why i sing today.
why i praise life and all its chapters
i'll faced.
why i am here today.

love.love.love.
maybe mr.hathaway can explain to you..
Love love love you can't imagine what you did to me aww baby
and love love your love everytime you smile it goes
through me all the time

who are you to not realize
what you are to this world
when you seperate paritcles in the air,
where things something get thin so
whywould i be without you or better still
how could i be without you.

So I wrote a poem on February 22nd 2010.

I put it up on my notes on facebook and surprisingly a good amount of people liked this poem...

thank you.

i sincerely am grateful that you feel me and you love something i produced.

<3

Pretty Girls 2/22/010

all these pretty girls.
all these pretty girls.
all these pretty girls.
all around
me.
completely shadowed by these
pretty faces.
competition not for me.

pretty girls
i won't even dare step up to your plate.
pretty girls
you get the highest rate.
[5 star]
pretty pretty girls
nothing is ever late
with you.
you're always in time.

vogue.
elle.
cosmopolitan.
baby girls out of this
world.
so what of the plain
girl.

imma tear it up--
plain girl.
plain girl.
you on anotherplane girl.

so fly.
so high.

above them.

doing the do.
they can never front you boo.
never enter the contest cause you couldn't lose.

they needed jimmy choos.
7 feet heel , those is shoes.
just to reach you.
they needed moulin rouge.
face airbrushed and hair touched up.
just to hold a teacup
to you.
they need gucci,louie and burberry.
all you needed was your pen,pad and strawberry--
orbit gum.

a complete degree.
pure.
simple. full.
you do not lack beauty.
you reek of it.
so do not fit
into a pre-molded
wish of the masses.

plain girl.
plain girl.
they may rock diamonds.
but you
you're my classic pearl.

zoned.

Love is painful

Tears are repetitive

What hurts most is that this is the way its to be.

Fight for rights

whats wrong? when thats all you know..

in this cold cold world.

Is someone ever gonna put the heat on!

I'll stay in the kitchen.

I put my heart and soul on this.

My mind if I could find it

I wouldn't even put it up for sale.

Thats all I have left and through all the chaos it has not fail.

I might not make it.

But I want you to know that all I want is for the world to experience

7 mins of peace.

But because I want it I doubt it will happen.

Please watch the children.

the children are the future ...all we got....all we got.

Fuget.The Money.

the evil = exterminate it.

communal spirits urge me to say these things

I really believe I am possessed and I don't think its a poem

It s more of a testimony

and even if I edit it

It still won't come out right.

I don't know what I am doing here ..

I feel as if the string is being lighted and it makes me feel at peace inside.

I'm not depressed or sad.

Im not angry or mad.

I never wanted to be good or bad.

I just wanted t live.

I just wanted to love.x2

but its something abut death that sounds so promising...

Why are we so scared, its not final.

Forever living ...forever dying.

tear stained blouses and bloody mouths for speaking out.

I don't know.

Black History Month Beginnnsssss

omm.

Yeah I'm back from Nigeria since the 17th of January but we will talk about that in another post.

I think we as people take a lot of things for granted in this impermanent world. Now in 2010 , I'm losing people. People I called friends. People I love still even though they can't see what they do. But who is too blame , I'm not to blame neither or they but there is always a problem. Is it me? No. I don't think , I'm being to harsh or "digging in too deep about nothing."I am a reformed person. There is no time worth spending on stress and drama. There are people who I lived with and seen with my own eyes , that need to be sheltered and fed. My thoughts at the moment are alittle all over the place but basically I guess my past never really knew me...

here's to the moment of now.

thats all we can really count on....