"There’s a thin line between anger and hunger, and i ride a unicycle down the middle."
“Self-taught” - Brother Ali

A page in my ancestress’s journal: The mistaken encounter

He met me in the dark.

Eager to know me

His reverence started at my feet

Gliding his hands up along my legs

He passed around my thighs and uttered ‘oh my, so thick!’

My supple skin drew his attention again and he continued the journey to

those wide childbearing hips.

‘This girl carries more than I expected’ he starts to realize and hungrily explores my mountain of breasts, an ample field he’s never known before.

His heart races as he plunges for the kiss on plump lips

but is distracted by the way our noses fits.

His. Point. Cant. Quite. Find. Room. Along. Mine’s. Wideness.

He scared now I can tell,

As he brings a shaky hand up to stroke my hair and to his dismay,

all he finds is kinks.

Yes dear stranger you’re in bed with a black woman,

but now that I have your attention let me explain who I really am.

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See this black woman’s got thick thighs

From standing strong against your lies

These wide childbearing hips promise a new generation in my image

A generation who wont walk slave-miles like my lineage

These supple ample breasts are filled with mother’s history and knowledge

The bread and water of my young who’ll know that to you, they owe no homage

My lips are plump to kiss away the many injustices they’ll earn from my color

That rich skin who even after years of whiplash and other mistreats, never got duller

My nose in all its wide splendor made me know you long before you knew me

Picked up that patent scent of cologne over pipe smoke only borne by the enemy

Oh and my undeniable, mighty defiant head of kinks

The one that made you fear my jinx

Unlike my other features she holds no innate purpose

But keeps my story at a surface

I bear this crown in royal prance

And urge my children to take this stance

/

Now dress and leave you drunk misguided man

My portrayal was soul-easing but doubtfully converted you a fan

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-MF

You better get on you feet when we reaching your area

React to sound like the hairs in your cochlea 

Don’t let your day’s work be a sound barrier

Just give into the beat it’ll be your soul’s carrier

I aim to out do myself everyday. 

I love hard.

My heart swells when you’re around

and it’s rate is diagnosable 

There’s shivers down my spine 

and my breathing’s uncontrollable

My muscles are excited 

and my temperature is rising

‘Here he comes with that gorgeous smile,

hurry up and hold me, my system’s breaking down.’

Strong hands come in to hold my waist

and all that’s tense is gone.

Not a single muscle twitch 

not a breath is held

I’m yours in all entirety 

so pull me close closer closest

As our lips entwine 

I sigh a sigh of joy

Finally are our bodies are now one

Remix Verse on ‘Rebirth of Slick’ for Hip Hop Revival event

This be the greatest city you ever done seen

Shout out to Narcy ya we’ll miss you Yassin 

We roll mad deep in Kings and Queens 

but this knowledge isn’t granted if you know what I mean

My people, ya, we work real hard on this hustle

So don’t try to half step cause you think you got muscle

Our funk zooms like you hit the mary jane

Crazy witty lyrics got your mind changing lanes [Digable Planets reference]

Me im gold and I know my time is precious

Al waqtu min al thahab word!

We spitting it languages you never even heard

Your mind is blown cause I just freed your bird 

Ca touche ton esprit you have to agree

So I’m sending chunky rhythms right down you block

Cause we be to rap like key be to lock [Digable Planets reference]

These players like to copy me 

and try to call it flattery 

Be easy little sucker, 

cause you might offend my mother

Don’t mess with what I makes

My spirits rattle snakes

I’m an african queen

so the strengths on my team

"Seasons change mad things rearrange"
Lauryn Hill ‘How Many Mics’

brain farts. poetry. raps. soul cries. desire. lust. smiles. and all the other reasons why i write.