Do we love them hoes?
Snoop? Weezy? Kanye? Kingsley? Fish from Spongebob? Nicki? MHM, DIDN’T THINK SO.
i have to wash myself off of me to prove me to you i have to soak my bones to damn near nothingness (to appease your everything) in order to bend back like an acrobat, only for you to notice me temporarily until i can no longer recognize my own figure twist ‘n’ twine, misconstrued, broken and bent its painfully uncomfortable in YOUR comfort zone, i must say i am sick of adjusting to...
FIVE PEARLS OF WISDOM TO REMEMBER:
1. Money can’t buy happiness but somehow, it’s more comfortable to cry in a BMW than on a bicycle… 2. Forgive your enemy, but remember the motherfucker’s name. 3. Help a man when he is trouble & he will remember you when he is in trouble again. 4. Many people are alive only because it’s illegal to shoot them. 5. Alcohol does not solve any problem, but then, neither does milk.
i take my clothes off to stay cooler than you.
dream and sleep sweetly. :)
I am not religious, but I think this is something I always try to do. “In your anger do not sin; when you are on your beds, search your hearts and be silent.” Psalms 4:4 “In your anger do not sin: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry.” Ephesians 4:26 “For human anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires.” James 1:20 ...
my memory has always been diluted with dreams wishes and makebelieve. its better that way, believe me. i romanticize the past, so it sits sweetly in my brain, waiting for me to pick it up while i’m walking down Memory’s lane and smell the past like pretty red roses, sans thorns of course. i coat my memories with sugar white lies, dipped in dark chocolate fantasies, its easier to...
me nah wan dem sleepless nights & breathless days....
I guess I held my breath too long Waiting on you, in vain, for you, in vain I inhaled the toxic germs of infatuation And it wouldn’t let my lungs go for nuttin’, nuttin’ The wind taunted me, it did, whispering: “Let it go, chile, n breathe me,” But, silly me, I had faith I liked being wrapped up in you, even if it left me chokin’ I just had no, no idea I’d...
words of mine
I held them in my palms with pride Yet, somewhere between aging and learning These words of mine lost their power. Now, when I was young my words, Coated with innocence, untainted by time, were sweet. They clung to my hands like sticky candy They stayed on my tongue like syrupy treats And these words of mine spoke Truth. Only. Always. But time aged my words into a bitter soup That dripped and...
the underrated underdog feel unappreciated. she just wishes that there will be a day that you will eat your words that never spoke of my talent, your thoughts that didn’t think of me, and your wishes of my demise. hope they are bitter tasting. :) nowwww, off to shop :)
i think i made a wrong turn back there somewhere.
Decisions; decisions can haunt you at night like a bad bed dream Or follow you during the day like a shadow I just hate when I make bad ones. I can’t renege, I can’t throw my hand back in. I know I’m independent, but I need a finger to point in the way of right. I just want to walk down the path of happiness… But I have no idea what direction I should turn. Am I...
What's My Name?
Something I wrote a minute ago. Listening to Rihanna’s “What’s My Name” reminded me of what I was thinking when I wrote this. Check out the article written around the essay here: http://www.songzige.com/naima-ozier-naming-meant-power-essay Naming means power. Naming can refer to your identity, how society labels you, or the way the public diagnoses your attitude. Naming...