And it begins...

According to the LA Times:
    
"The first bill up for a remake is the $10, as part of Treasury's 
 ongoing efforts to incorporate anti-counterfeiting technologies.
 With Hamilton's position secure, and with the Obama administration 
under pressure to add diversity to the currency, Lew's compromise 
is to replace a picture of the Treasury building on the back of the 
$10 with leaders of the suffrage movement — Sojourner Truth, 
Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Alice Paul and Lucretia Mott.

The back of the $5 bill will also be redesigned to include opera singer 
Marian Anderson, First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and civil rights 
leader Martin Luther King Jr.

Some historians believe the flood of new faces on American 
currency could mark a shift in attitudes toward role models.

“Andrew Jackson is what we used to think of as a great American hero,” said Brenda Stevenson, UCLA professor of history and African American studies. “He stood for the white, male political and economic elite, with great military honor associated with him. "

   So we are clearly preparing for the New World Order and one currency craze and all the other conspiracy theories YouTube will allow. "Smells like new money! Yay!"
We can finally put down our picket signs of racism and grab each other by the hand and sing Kumbya in unison. Finally, a break through.

In the words of G Herbo, "Don't talk to me if you ain't got them Tubmans!"

In the words of Tariq Nasheed, "We need to understand back handed compliments."

In my words, I'm gonna hold onto the current currency in a box underground because I smell bullshit.

 But lets take a look at the last statement.

Just the bold part to be clear.
HOW CAN THAT BE POSSIBLE????
And guess what people...
She's A BLACK WOMAN!!

   I'm definitely throwing shade and offering seats because that's one clear example of a contradiction. She has to follow a curriculum mandated by the university thus giving a 101 lesson in black history to black students that probably aren't the majority in the class anyway. Black people should not have to pay tuition for an African American studies class. It should be one of those special accredited classes that look good on the transcript and even better in the pockets; FREE. Lets be honest, there's not a lot of black folk that utilizes independent study to learn about our history. Everything we've been taught since grade school blossomed into beliefs and rights we hold to a level of standard to adulthood.
   That is until we realized everything we learned was a damn lie. It wasn't until we learned there were 5 black presidents before George Washington, and Abraham Lincoln wasn't sent by God to free us, did we as black people begin to question everything around us. I'm reminded of a quote I'm sure founded by a Greek philosopher, "the more we begin to know, we realize we know nothing at all."
  It's like that old Brown Mackie University commercial that aired during daytime television, "I don't have a job because I didn't go to school. I didn't go to school because I had no money, I have no money because I don't have a job, I don't have a job because I didn't go to school!"

And the cycle of destruction and confusion continues on like that long ass Lamb Chops song that never fucking ended...

Ok.

Please. Be Aware of the Side Tracks.

WonLuv

To Grow Before its Too Late

      January 2016 was the beginning of change for me. I am 26 years old and still finding my way. I left a dead end job about a week ago and to say the least this process is not easy. Truth is I don't want a job. I don't want to work in a warehouse setting (which always have immediate openings) with long hours and a random point system. I don't want to commit to a "slave mentality, working for the white man" agenda. I don't want to become so reliant upon government assistance that a food stamp decrease for the month fucks up my mood, causes me to second guess the information I submitted, etcetera, etcetera.
    Have you ever purchased food with a snap card? Oh the humility! Imagine walking into a Whole Foods Store, Fresh Thyme Market or a Market Fresh for groceries. After you've realized the food is way better in terms of quality and spending next to Wal-Mart or a Krogers, you push your shit to check out just to whip out an EBT card?? Mind you, some locations DON'T EVEN ACCEPT IT, how will you feel with Mary Ann standing in line behind you and Rebecca at the register giving you the "wtf is that for a payment" face? I digress. Sure, who cares right? Am I giving them a reason to criticize me or should I be proud of a statistic that says something about white people being more dependent on food stamps than black people? Anyway, I have certainly taken a left turn. Maybe that should be the title of this one; "Be Aware of the Side Tracks." Lol. I actually like that.
     The purpose of this ... expose` of writing is to really pinpoint where I fucked up in life. There are many moments of expertise and precision where I built toward goals and created lasting relationships among people. I've had jobs that I didn't think would inspire growth at all that turned around to be the catalyst for some of my success. My pops always told me, "there has to be a balance between life and death, and good and evil because that is all that is out here."
    This is the beginning of finally turning over a new leaf: Memoirs of a Lyricist. My best friend and I are on a mission. He is my support, my backbone and the inspiration for what is to come. Stay tuned.

30/30

This won't be the dopest shit I ever wrote.
Love probably won't ever feel as toxic as before when naivity and forgiveness morphed into being your best friend..

The signs of the times will more than likely be more apparent now than ever before and you don't even read the Bible.

Hate and injustice steals the face of your newborn if the colours' right.

Being cut from a different cloth never felt so pure.

Lines never looked weak and embarrassing,
Hope seems to be a distant memory
Fighting and arguing to prove a point has become is fugal, so tiresome, so damn repetitive,
WHAT ARE WE LIVING FOR?

Are we truly dying to live if we're only living to die?

How much longer will this ill-written piece of thoughts mashed together go on?

Are we not unprepared humans?
Unpredictable people desperately searching for anything to be positive..
I don't know anything anymore.

Black Man

You are still beautiful.
When sweat meets frustration lines about your brow understand right damn now you are still gorgeous.
Tall short
Muscular or thin
Light or dark Black Man you're the Shit.
You are still the apple of my eye,
The cream of the crop the backdrop to my hopes and dreams you are still the King.
Things are changing with time and I know it's hard to bare,
I can see the tears in your eyes behind frozen stale faced stares masked as unforgettable, unforgivable glares,
Nose flares
Lips pursed
Fist tight clutching
Blood
Bible
Biography
Bottles empty
Black pistols
Broken wings
Behind bad memories
Love bares your children
Little black boys and black baby girls
Grow black and bold like you.

Black Man be there!
Black Man don't go to jail!
Black Man slow down you'll find wealth somewhere!
Black Man stand tall!
Black Man hold your pride!
Black Man don't cry!
Black Man don't go white for fear of dark children!
Black Man
Black Man
Black Man

I don't know what to say to you other than I love you!
Other than I need you.
More clever than Clair needing Mr. Huxtable...

Before its Over

We grew up innocent laying in dandelion fields until street lights cracked the asphalt,
Illuminating hopes and dreams as distant shadows
Until street lights shined orange as if IT, and the sun set in alternate realms.
Like if we just lay here when the evening suns appear as twinkling memories, we'd be OK.
Cuz laying here beside you in this field seems timeless.
I can see the God in you between your eyes and I know staring at daylight skies becomes blinding but what if all you've ever wanted to come true just did.
It could be inevitable.
Like fireflies and lightening bugs in the summertime, Love you don't have to die.
You could mount wings of deepest fears, hold on tight and perhaps enjoy the ride cuz I promise the trip would be worth it.

You'll see things in their true form which will no longer haunt you.
It's only scary cuz you never travelled that road before,
It seems darker the further you look, but you're the light in the valley.

And coincidentally we still grow.
Think back to simpler times sitting upon rooftops
Sipping grape koolade from the corner store under the same sky.
Beneath crescent moons and rainbow highlights,
Funny how years later
Gunshots still sound like firecrackers in the summer
Mugshots look even more familiar as we wonder how we've outgrown family ties, where the knot go?

As we grow
Carving our own lane,
Friends change with material things
Sippin lean
Popping P's
Cutting dope for fiends
Pimpin hoes and chasing CREAM
Playing niggas to the left faking to be Kings,
Flipping 5's to 20 packs and everything in between.
Losing sight of what's important and forgetting what it means

But you don't have to die Love.
You can mount wings of an angel and ask for understanding.

You'll see things in their true form which will no longer haunt you.
It's only scary cuz you never travelled that road before,
It only seems darker the further you look, but you're the light in the valley and I've prayed for you.

Written letters for the lot of you because memories can sometimes be the death of truth ...

No Rearview

   Today on The Steve Wilkos show, a young woman named Simone contracted HIV from a man she's been dating for a few years.

  He was abusive and cheated on her way before kids were involved.. She was only 24 and he was 29....

**Confession**

  Its emotional for me because that's exactly where I was a year ago..
When the thought of being exposed to that disease first came to mind, I left which was right when the #LegendaryLadiesBall was in action.

  Burning memories in that bonfire meant so much to me. It's like I died and was born anew by letting go of the past and moving forward.. But the hard part hadn't even came yet. When I left for Vegas right after #TheBall I was determined to find whatever peace out there and keep it with me once I returned.

I haven't been the same.
Love doesn't sound the same.
It doesn't feel the same.
Love doesn't comfort me like it use to.

It's not a bad thing however.
Maturity at the right time is everything.

Do not stay in an abusive relationship for the children, financial (in)stability, sex or loneliness.
IT IS NOT WORTH IT.
IT IS NOT WORTH IT.
IT IS NOT WORTH IT.

I am a years' worth behind where I'm suppose to be because of the time wasted with him.

I only hate the walls I've created,
the carelessness, the bitterness which comes and goes.. I hate remembering how much I gave to him, how much I loved him how many times I sacrificed for him, how many times I heard he wasn't for me but stayed because of the shit I mentioned before.

In this case how do I define regret?

Natalie Stewart said,

"I'm leaving the past behind by accepting it to be, and I'm loving HIM more daily by truly offering me. The all is what I live for I find peace in nothing else, to obtain in over-standing I must inner-stand myself."

Parts of me still wants vengeance.
Parts of me still wants him to hurt.
Parts of me still wants him to see the pain I have left

But it's pointless.

Still everything is gonna be alright. I survived. I made it out. I've become a bigger and better woman. Truth is when the right man comes along he won't run away from the challenge of earning my trust, love and honesty. He'll come prepared ready to break down walls. 

Until then it is my duty to walk in the path the Most High has set for me. That's where my help comes from.

Forget me not (4.9.15)

When you think of me
Write your pleasures on post it notes and place them all over your bedroom wall for memories.
Memories play like movie reels against eyelids in the dark.
They play infinitely on repeat as if consciousness misplace images for question marks, false starts and incomplete thoughts and slurred similes...
Please think of me even when pain slips into the mix.
Perhaps we met for unheard of reasons.
Perhaps those lessons we learned were bigger than both of worlds.
Live and let live.
Love, forgive but possibly never forget.
Regret does not live here..