Being a Red head is what makes her attractive. She had light blue eyes, clear as a class of water he felt himself tasting each time he looked in her eyes. Just a twenty second gulp and he denied himself more. But why did it seem like she looked at him for just a moment more?
Fair skin and New England accent, straight out a history book, a puritan classic. Speaking Greek and Latin she knew all the Roman classics.
This is the type of girl that turns nun for the Roman Catholics.
But something about the girl made him want to rock her world. Like oil through her clear blue water, he would splash. Make a mess of her life that she be would be cleaning for years. She'd only be able clean herself of him with tears.
If only she hadn't of cowered to her black negro fear.
Friday, September 24, 2010
The exploitation of women
This guy is putting a show of himself. Every hot girl that walks by he has to give a second and third eye. He robs the enjoyment of a woman, just from the look he gives as she walks by. His eyes make model of her as if she is strutting, and the street became a catwalk just for her. That’s when the names come out, the sweetie, yo honey, hey baby he shouts. He buzzes in her ear just to see if she'll turn around. Like, who is talking to me from behind, my face just walked past him but he calls at me from behind.
And that’s the fatal flaw because as she slows her strut and catches his eye, he is making the approach to drench her in game. That “hey whats your name?”. That gimmie game. “Gimmie your number, Gimmie your name.”
He cares not of age or situation, a mother of three answered back when she got the call. “How old is you anyway?” when she turned back and smiled. Twenty seconds later he's saying he'll call.
And it didn’t take half that time to approach another girl as she approached the mall. She led him on a stroll for a little until she peeped a giggle. All cause he told her he liked the way she had a “lil wiggle.” And just like the one before her, he was making promises to her. Saying he would call her.
He did all that work without even wearing a shirt. His pants hung low but his ego stood tall. One hand holding his belt, the other rubbing the tats on his chest.
You'd think he'd have worked for the law, how much he patrolled the streets. But he was a wolf giving a whistle as every night he looked for meat. Just looking at eye candy made him lick his teeth.
All it takes is one of these girls whose bed in tonight I'll sleep.
And that’s the fatal flaw because as she slows her strut and catches his eye, he is making the approach to drench her in game. That “hey whats your name?”. That gimmie game. “Gimmie your number, Gimmie your name.”
He cares not of age or situation, a mother of three answered back when she got the call. “How old is you anyway?” when she turned back and smiled. Twenty seconds later he's saying he'll call.
And it didn’t take half that time to approach another girl as she approached the mall. She led him on a stroll for a little until she peeped a giggle. All cause he told her he liked the way she had a “lil wiggle.” And just like the one before her, he was making promises to her. Saying he would call her.
He did all that work without even wearing a shirt. His pants hung low but his ego stood tall. One hand holding his belt, the other rubbing the tats on his chest.
You'd think he'd have worked for the law, how much he patrolled the streets. But he was a wolf giving a whistle as every night he looked for meat. Just looking at eye candy made him lick his teeth.
All it takes is one of these girls whose bed in tonight I'll sleep.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Lord Jesus
So many people talk about you.
So many people deny who you are
They refuse to say your name too
J man they call you, they know your name is power
Lord Jesus where did you go?
The whole world needs you and they don’t even know
You promised to return, but time moves slow
For us on earth, I see you in heaven pacing to and fro
Wanting to return and wrap us in your arms
People miss you so much they set up false alarms
Claiming they say you, or are you, using false charms
Lord Jesus don’t they know they only cause harm?
Lord Jesus I need you
Lord Jesus I miss you
although I have never met you
I know it will be you
When out of the sky you come
With all power in your hand
Lord Jesus you are more than just a man
You are the return of God to earth, welcome
So many people deny who you are
They refuse to say your name too
J man they call you, they know your name is power
Lord Jesus where did you go?
The whole world needs you and they don’t even know
You promised to return, but time moves slow
For us on earth, I see you in heaven pacing to and fro
Wanting to return and wrap us in your arms
People miss you so much they set up false alarms
Claiming they say you, or are you, using false charms
Lord Jesus don’t they know they only cause harm?
Lord Jesus I need you
Lord Jesus I miss you
although I have never met you
I know it will be you
When out of the sky you come
With all power in your hand
Lord Jesus you are more than just a man
You are the return of God to earth, welcome
Misunderstood
I don’t even know what I'm trying to say with this. What can I say?
I just want to be help for my people, I just want to make a difference with my life. So why do I feel as if I will make many enemies of men, and woman. Why do I feel as if, for my dreams to come true many will have to hate me, they wont understand me, they will say I hate them, but its really just love.
For my dreams to come true, I will have to be seen as a racist, a bigot, at sexist, homophobic, anti American, ignorant, controversial, and having no tolerance. They will try and make me a devil, though all I wish to do is the Lord's work.
Already I tell myself “I wont show up on that news show.” I keep in mind the things not to do in the public eye, I have made a promise to myself not to have a check coming in from anyone who can silence me. So when people start complaining they cant cause me to lose a job. They cant affect my ability to provide for my family.
I think of a line from Jay-Z. “Oh you not feelin me? Fine. It cost you nothing, pay me no mind.”
That will be my theme song for when the time comes for me to stand up and lead the black race. Its pretty damn ambitious the plans in my head, pretty ambitious, I just don’t want to be misunderstood.
If not me, then who? If I don’t do this, then who? No longer can we rely on rap stars and the like to lead us out of the troubles we find ourselves in. They say America is in a recession, but the race is in a depression.
And when I talk like this, they will say that I only care about blacks, that I am a bigot, when I speak out against drugs, and illegal lifestyles, when I encourage men to be fathers they will ignore that. They will over look that. To them I will only be an agitator.
I say these things not to lash out against whites but to give a helping hand to blacks.
“Oh, Lord please don’t let me be misunderstood.”
I just want to be help for my people, I just want to make a difference with my life. So why do I feel as if I will make many enemies of men, and woman. Why do I feel as if, for my dreams to come true many will have to hate me, they wont understand me, they will say I hate them, but its really just love.
For my dreams to come true, I will have to be seen as a racist, a bigot, at sexist, homophobic, anti American, ignorant, controversial, and having no tolerance. They will try and make me a devil, though all I wish to do is the Lord's work.
Already I tell myself “I wont show up on that news show.” I keep in mind the things not to do in the public eye, I have made a promise to myself not to have a check coming in from anyone who can silence me. So when people start complaining they cant cause me to lose a job. They cant affect my ability to provide for my family.
I think of a line from Jay-Z. “Oh you not feelin me? Fine. It cost you nothing, pay me no mind.”
That will be my theme song for when the time comes for me to stand up and lead the black race. Its pretty damn ambitious the plans in my head, pretty ambitious, I just don’t want to be misunderstood.
If not me, then who? If I don’t do this, then who? No longer can we rely on rap stars and the like to lead us out of the troubles we find ourselves in. They say America is in a recession, but the race is in a depression.
And when I talk like this, they will say that I only care about blacks, that I am a bigot, when I speak out against drugs, and illegal lifestyles, when I encourage men to be fathers they will ignore that. They will over look that. To them I will only be an agitator.
I say these things not to lash out against whites but to give a helping hand to blacks.
“Oh, Lord please don’t let me be misunderstood.”
Would you like me to stare?
There is this saying going on in America. It goes something like this.
“Just because you have the right to do it doesn’t mean that you should.”
I think that saying applies to the subject at hand. Time after time I see women dressing in the most reveling way, but then their actions imply they don’t want extra attention. Crossing the street in Silver Spring I saw a woman in a short flimsy dress, and as she walked she had to keep pulling her skirt down, as if it was pulling up on her, she held down the skirt trying to make sure her thighs were not exposed. My first thought was:
“Why are you wearing a skirt that short anyway?”
It reminded me of young men who wear their jeans short and then every few steps they are pulling their pants up. Sure they have a right to dress in that manner, but why when it clearly causes discomfort, and needs constant adjusting. At the same time, people will judge you on your appearance. No, they shouldn’t but they do, and sometimes with good reason. Everyday we have to made decisions, split seconds decisions and all we have to go one is our vision, our perception of people's appearance. Are you more likely to give money to a man on the side of the road wearing a business suit or a man with old and dirty looking t-shirt and jeans? Of course its just clothes, they don’t make the person, but they give an idea of where the person has been and where the person is going. So when you are seen in low shorts and skirts, trying to adjust yourself in the middle of the street, what is the perception that you are giving? How are you to be seen?
I recently I saw a young woman on the bus with holes in her jeans, so many holes in fact, it was almost as if she wasn’t wearing anything. She really only had a thin layer of fabric that hardly bothered to cover anything. It seems sometimes the ones that do the most attention grabbing things are the same ones that shy away from the leers and gazes of the only people interested in seeing their exposed legs. Just who do you expect to be attracted to seeing you half nude?
Oh, they aren’t supposed to be looking? How about this, next time you ride past a car accident try not to strain your neck to see. Sure, you don’t have to look but there are some people who just cant help but to give a curious look, that ends up into a intent stare, if you don’t like it don’t look like a wreck.
“Just because you have the right to do it doesn’t mean that you should.”
I think that saying applies to the subject at hand. Time after time I see women dressing in the most reveling way, but then their actions imply they don’t want extra attention. Crossing the street in Silver Spring I saw a woman in a short flimsy dress, and as she walked she had to keep pulling her skirt down, as if it was pulling up on her, she held down the skirt trying to make sure her thighs were not exposed. My first thought was:
“Why are you wearing a skirt that short anyway?”
It reminded me of young men who wear their jeans short and then every few steps they are pulling their pants up. Sure they have a right to dress in that manner, but why when it clearly causes discomfort, and needs constant adjusting. At the same time, people will judge you on your appearance. No, they shouldn’t but they do, and sometimes with good reason. Everyday we have to made decisions, split seconds decisions and all we have to go one is our vision, our perception of people's appearance. Are you more likely to give money to a man on the side of the road wearing a business suit or a man with old and dirty looking t-shirt and jeans? Of course its just clothes, they don’t make the person, but they give an idea of where the person has been and where the person is going. So when you are seen in low shorts and skirts, trying to adjust yourself in the middle of the street, what is the perception that you are giving? How are you to be seen?
I recently I saw a young woman on the bus with holes in her jeans, so many holes in fact, it was almost as if she wasn’t wearing anything. She really only had a thin layer of fabric that hardly bothered to cover anything. It seems sometimes the ones that do the most attention grabbing things are the same ones that shy away from the leers and gazes of the only people interested in seeing their exposed legs. Just who do you expect to be attracted to seeing you half nude?
Oh, they aren’t supposed to be looking? How about this, next time you ride past a car accident try not to strain your neck to see. Sure, you don’t have to look but there are some people who just cant help but to give a curious look, that ends up into a intent stare, if you don’t like it don’t look like a wreck.
Between a rock and a hard place
I was recently on the 70 bus towards Silver Spring from China town. It is a long journey and for some reason it is my favorite route out of the District. Every time I take the 70 I fall in love with the city. I think to myself
“This is DC, this is my new city.”
The route from Chinatown does not pass by a single national monument, you don’t see the white house, you don’t see any statues of battles, you don’t see anything that would be on a tourists “must see” list. Rather what I see is a hood, I see a neighborhood hood of small businesses, small ethnic shops selling food, cars, and hair.
The route passes Howard University I pass by a historically black university as if it was just another high school. There is so much culture on Georgia avenue, more culture than where the statue of Thomas Jefferson stands.
When I travel the bus down Georgia avenue I know that I will be more than happy to ride this bus, just to ride it, even if I had a car, even if I didn’t have to, I would still want this tour of the city, the real city, the realist part of the district.
What saddened me this particular trip was seeing a school, that was between a strip club and a liquor store. The school looked to be an elementary school, and on its left was a strip club a side road between them, and then on the schools right sharing a wall a liquor store. I marveled at this, having never seen anything like this before.
It makes me wonder, isn’t there a law that a church and a strip club cannot be built within a certain radius within each other? So why not the same for a school? Do the children really have to walk past a liquor store going to and from school? Do they really need to be exposed to what a strip club is at such a young age? Where else is this found? I knew in my heart that had I been traveling back up Georgia avenue I would not find something like that. Up, the road where the buildings start to turn white and roman, it is unheard of for a school, elementary or other wise to be built next to a liquor store, let alone a strip club. So why is it okay here in the lower parts of the district?
Did not Malcolm teach us that “What is good for the goose is good for the gander?”
Is this how serious DC takes education? This city needs help, its children are in need they are truly in between a rock and a hard place. In the district there are plenty of liquor stores surely they can stand to not build one on that corner. What about a playground instead? Is another strip club needed there? Is it a must? Cannot it be moved further down the street? On Georgia there are plenty of unused buildings. It just bothers me that the children are expected to learn in such conditions. It is almost as if the city is giving up on them. When the city is giving the choice between booze and selling sex it chooses both and puts the children in the middle of it. As if your environment does not affect your learning. And what is the product of a school with a strip club and a liquor store as its neighbors? Showing the children their prospects for the future? Truly the city has given up on its children, so in truth the city has given up on its self.
“This is DC, this is my new city.”
The route from Chinatown does not pass by a single national monument, you don’t see the white house, you don’t see any statues of battles, you don’t see anything that would be on a tourists “must see” list. Rather what I see is a hood, I see a neighborhood hood of small businesses, small ethnic shops selling food, cars, and hair.
The route passes Howard University I pass by a historically black university as if it was just another high school. There is so much culture on Georgia avenue, more culture than where the statue of Thomas Jefferson stands.
When I travel the bus down Georgia avenue I know that I will be more than happy to ride this bus, just to ride it, even if I had a car, even if I didn’t have to, I would still want this tour of the city, the real city, the realist part of the district.
What saddened me this particular trip was seeing a school, that was between a strip club and a liquor store. The school looked to be an elementary school, and on its left was a strip club a side road between them, and then on the schools right sharing a wall a liquor store. I marveled at this, having never seen anything like this before.
It makes me wonder, isn’t there a law that a church and a strip club cannot be built within a certain radius within each other? So why not the same for a school? Do the children really have to walk past a liquor store going to and from school? Do they really need to be exposed to what a strip club is at such a young age? Where else is this found? I knew in my heart that had I been traveling back up Georgia avenue I would not find something like that. Up, the road where the buildings start to turn white and roman, it is unheard of for a school, elementary or other wise to be built next to a liquor store, let alone a strip club. So why is it okay here in the lower parts of the district?
Did not Malcolm teach us that “What is good for the goose is good for the gander?”
Is this how serious DC takes education? This city needs help, its children are in need they are truly in between a rock and a hard place. In the district there are plenty of liquor stores surely they can stand to not build one on that corner. What about a playground instead? Is another strip club needed there? Is it a must? Cannot it be moved further down the street? On Georgia there are plenty of unused buildings. It just bothers me that the children are expected to learn in such conditions. It is almost as if the city is giving up on them. When the city is giving the choice between booze and selling sex it chooses both and puts the children in the middle of it. As if your environment does not affect your learning. And what is the product of a school with a strip club and a liquor store as its neighbors? Showing the children their prospects for the future? Truly the city has given up on its children, so in truth the city has given up on its self.
Monday, September 13, 2010
-SIA-Completed Archives
Before the creation of this blog I had been writing for almost four years. This year will be year Five. Sadly, I have less than 100 completed and typed pieces to offer for viewing. For those of you that don’t know, all my work that was completed before the creation of this blog can be found in the year 2009 under the month of January.
I have of course much more than 100 completed piece in that four year time span, the problem is that some of it is lost, some of it was never typed, some of it is on another computer sitting in storage in St. Louis, and even more of it (23 books in all) is sitting in the possession of a woman who more than likely wont talk to me again.
So with that, I can safely call the archives closed. As of today it is sitting at 74 pieces of work, until I get my hands on that computer in St. Louis, or If I ever get in contact with the woman who holds a treasure trove of my old work, there will be no more additions to the archives.
What I do have however gives a very clear picture of who I was, and what I left behind in Kansas. The archives help give a clear picture of the portrait of an artist.
I have of course much more than 100 completed piece in that four year time span, the problem is that some of it is lost, some of it was never typed, some of it is on another computer sitting in storage in St. Louis, and even more of it (23 books in all) is sitting in the possession of a woman who more than likely wont talk to me again.
So with that, I can safely call the archives closed. As of today it is sitting at 74 pieces of work, until I get my hands on that computer in St. Louis, or If I ever get in contact with the woman who holds a treasure trove of my old work, there will be no more additions to the archives.
What I do have however gives a very clear picture of who I was, and what I left behind in Kansas. The archives help give a clear picture of the portrait of an artist.
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