I am that I am...Sharing and exposing myself for all, for eye to see. Being the creativity I bear through my rhythmic word. Bearing light shining forth from the womb that is art, the nature that flows from me which is song. Chords of pain and joy fear and love. Injoying the Experience that I am. Accepting the what it is learning the ways to maneuver the whys never forgetting the who's ...I am you. I am me. we. infinite possibilities...Lets Ride!

MY NIGGAH....

He was the dew to my morning, the answer to my calling.

 He was the clip to my 9, the Rugger by my side.

My nigga till I die.

The moon to my sun and the 3 to my 4, he is the knob to my door. All those before me made me want more.

With him by my right what else would I ask for?

  The world, the stars, a multi-verse?

 Multi verses, a poem a rap song and dance wouldn’t do justice to the contentedness of what we make,

 it might be described as chance but fuck it!  In a trance I stay.

 Cause like truth and principles of life it doesn’t change or go away..

 He made me love not being fearful and gave me freedom to BE Love.

 I allowed him in my temple and he made holy worship, 808 circles,

 bass beating drum play as he took calculated strokes reaching the ayin at the tip of my spine.

 Spiritual sciences applied to my mind.

 A perfect mathematical equation when I look in his eyes.

 The yang to my yin, the out to my in.

The definition of he and I is sacred geometry.

 What we make is infinity.

And as immortals, he’ll forever be my nigga till I die.

 

 

Tired

Tired of the phoniness....Tired of the fuckery...Tired of egos. My ego, Other WOMBman's ego's...I'm tired of fake ass people...Y'all know me...Nah Not OF me. Y'all KNOW ME....BEEN a curious big mouth wide eyed girl from "da heights"....Haitian..strict modest parents. "religious views"..Church girl...gone "bad". Round da way chick. Hold a nigga down bitch...Will spaz da fuck out girl..Nerdy, glasses, skinny, light bright girl...Loved Umi. Respected Fada. Y'all KNOW me...Been up and down da east coast blowin smoke from every kind of roll available to toke...Y'all SEEN me speedball up and down round and round...From a foul mouthed baby to having two babies...most still say "she's CrayZ"..But y'all know me...I hardly keep things in..Constant talker..Always had fly friends cause my heart is always near to lend..a hand a shoulder a dollar a laugh....But I'm tired...and Roy Ayers said "we ain't got time to be tired"...You shoulda seen his 71 yr young behind jammn @ S.O.B's..LOL!!! "cause da tired move to slow"....Point is. Its a struggle...I open my life to people because maybe naive maybe ego again watever it is I'm unafraid of what Y'ALL might do when Y'ALL KNOW me...or know that I'm Tired...Or what the Government might do..when I give them info to know me or what the tired (literally)ctfu!! Low Vibration Fish of crown heights females might try: Keyword: Try to do to me because they Know ME....I'm unafraid...What I am AFRAID of is me...ME because I am Tired...Its difficult to manifest your potential when your tired...Its difficult to not harm others when your at your exasperated level of tolerance because your tired of exercising patience...its difficult to Educe children and others around you when your spirit is tired...Its all just a word dweebs so don't get caught up..Tired now...But Aware I am..Awake I will stay...Eating properly..expelling attachments, building with fellow beings, conscious to the illusionary 3rd dimension...Educing Self nourishing Mind body and soul...Tired is just a feeling i had..But Y'all KNOW ME..LMAOOOOo or so you thought...Tired is an expression for the moment Dorcas is Never defined.
P.S. I could never be tired. :)

HA..... HealthCARE

Healthcare, Healthcare.


Lets not talk about fair.


Who cares about the homeless and the helpless.


$3500 just for the plavix?


Medicaid, Medicare, MediCAN'T


Cant is what they tell you.


Well how come? Is what you say.


I pay my taxes, I work hard everyday.


But my insurance for the Chemo they wont pay.


2 Dental visits, 1 eye exam,


10 primary care visits,


But what do I do when I'm on hemo-dialysis?


Is there a limit to my visits then?


Can I only have 5 medications when I need 10??


Vote for me. Vote for me.


McCain, Obama, Hillary


But will they work for ME?


Will I get to go for a breast cancer exam


or is it "Not Necessary"


Your managed plan, Your Healthcare plan


Does it involve me?


Must I have a social security


number???


Or am I just another number. Another dollar?


to your corporations,


your managed factory of a nation


your Insurance companies....


"in case shit happens" well shit done happened.


Your brutalization of a people.


Deterioration of the knowledge and of love and self.

Idea. Manage YOU. And leave us "Black" folk ALONE.


Health is a direct result of lifestyle
therefore>>>> Eat natural foods. Drink water. Exercise. Sleep right, Laugh, Learn Love,

My "Niggah"

You are the dew to my morning.
The answer to my calling.
The clip to my nine.
The Ruger by my side.
Whenever, whyever, watever
down to ride.
Your "MY Niggah" til I die.
(Lick Shots)

"FREEDOM"

Freedom is what?
Freedom is mine??
Freedom is Mine!!!
Freedom is MIND, Freedom is a Free....A FREE Mind..
A Free Dome.
The possibilities or is it "princi-ba-lities"...is,
is,....I have a right! Civil Maybe.
Or Human right
AN instinct, A spider sense almost like that tells me, that tells you
that WE have a right!!
>>>That I should be able to eat, sleep, breathe, bear child, live, work
and provide for mine.
And nourish mines...
Of course my mind.
As freely as free, as FreeDom is supposed to be.
A free Dome, A free Mind<<<.
Now tell me. Is your mind programmed?
Rebooted, upgraded, installed properly??
Hell. this is the "technological age"... So is your mind stuck on error,
error, escape, alt, delete???
Or are you running around a "green" screen trying to block the pop-ups????
Matter Fact----------------------Buffering,
Buffering, Buffering.
You still lost aint you?
Guess your not FREE.

So I always held this nigga down.



From the jump, passin blunts



takin bussses to the mall.



Afterschool in the halls, was his right hand never knew what the left held



still I was there. Through thick and thin



watched his back looked out for shady cats.



Helping him build and improve on his knowledge.



Playful fights & arguments, made him go back to college.



Closed my eyes when he cheated.



Didn't care cause if you knew the way he beat it. SSSSss Better than Micheal.



YeaUp! He beat it better than micheal!



So Like I said I held him down.



I gave my loving. Made my living. saved for giving. spent on his chillins.



I walked along side him and was the best woman he could have had. And still I wasn't enough.......


Took A looong time before I realized that "I" was just fine.....





The minute I loved me. Truly and Really & Understood That GOD loved me...... the mistake of another being not understanding that love and therby not reciprocating it; NO longer mattered.





My favorite song has been "be happy" by MARY J BLIGE..... I can love. Because I can let go.