When the time is right

  When we met it was unexpected. Neither of us thought two and a half years would blossom before our eyes uncovering just how artistic and creative we could push ourselves under the right amount of pressure.
    Our first date was at a museum. The last time I'd been there was for a paper in college a couple years prior. Everything was simple and plain. We actually had a tour guide explaining the different paintings from Neo classic style to African studies to Western colonial expressionism. Simple.
    The greatest part of our evening was just before sunset. We walked through the trail and my flip-flop broke. I bent down picked it up and kept walking down the trail.
    Right before leaving he kissed me. Before I could ask he answered, "because you're beautiful, unique, humble and simple." You're flip-flop broke almost fifteen minutes ago and you haven't complained yet. Not at all. Most women would and I'd have to deal with it. But you're different. Never change."
   Sweet simple words from a young man trying to be king. The fact that it meant so much to him, to not sweat the minor things that happen at the snap of a finger, in turn means a lot to me now. Considering it has been roughly five years since we spoke like we were true friends and not awkwardly search for words that sound like "hey I miss you and would it be too weird to start over and be friends again?"
  Also since then I've stepped inside my feelings more times than I should, losing parts of that ease and confidence I had before. Still, it is acknowledged and appreciated.

Peace, Love, Light

Freewrite

   With so much going on the world, its hard to find a solid line to abide to. As a matter of fact every line has been crossed and blurred together, people no longer understand what is wrong and right. Everything has a "politically correct" undertone to morals and values. Earlier I saw a story on the news about a legally married lesbian couple who recently had a child together, suing Indiana because the biological mother wasn't documented on the birth certificate. Usually, in an heterosexual marriage, the father of the child is recorded and everyone goes home happy with a healthy newborn.
    Coincidentally, the child has a rare health condition which I guess is incurable considering "only about 40-45 cases found around the world" thus to me adds insult to injury in this situation even more. No matter how many support groups there are, no matter how many rallies or civil right movements are created, I believe homosexuality is wrong. It is not normal in the sense of raising children, the family aspect not to mention it frays against biblical standards.
    However, do I befriend those who choose to date within the same sex? Hell no. I respect everyone I come in contact with and to be frank it isn't none of my business who does anything with whoever.

What I do have an issue with is the lack of DISCRETION.
   It seems like homosexual people just can't wait to announce their sexuality to the world hence the "I'm here, I'm queer" notion. Who cares? Once upon a time there was a closet in which these kind of people would dwell. Also I realize I'm treading across thin ice speaking on this topic but this shit is getting out of control. Everyone has a right to freedom but dig this; when someone goes out their way to break a rule or advocate a change, the same rules do not apply to that person. They are overstepping a boundary, demanding a change and forcing a new set of ground rules to apply those who felt oppressed. For some people to compare civil rights and slavery to LGBTQ rights is demeaning to the culture, the fight in the families who endured such atrocious treatment plus the lifelong punishment of the mere memory of being a slave - IT IS NOT THE SAME.
   Once we were considered "freed" we ventured off to our own lands to create our own. Thank you for finally seeing our point of view and letting us be free in a strange land, now we shall be our own bosses, doctors, craftsmen, nurses, teachers, stock brokers, etcetera . Black Wall Street was booming in small communities across the US at one point and time until distrust demolished once more what was created.
   Homosexual couples are crying out for attention just because they can and yes they have a right to. It just gets tiring after a while. I accept the single people and couples that live their lives accordingly without the permission of a governing system. Truth is you are the company you keep. I don't associate myself in that crowd just as much as I wouldn't with bluegrass country singers, punk rockers or anything else that doesn't make me, me. But nowadays, that simple preference makes me a hater promoting hate speech right? Riight.
   It makes no sense to me why the biological mother wasn't placed on the birth certificate in the aforementioned news story. They are raising a child in a same-sex household. She will grow like any other child facing minor to major dilemmas in a household filled with love and partnership, AS THEY SHOULD. Once she becomes of age, questions will be asked, ridicule will happen thus creating a circle of human rights, morality, values, discretion, judgement, self love and a slew of other natural shit people go through once reaching adulthood.  
    Furthermore, shit is just out of hand and things are sadly suppose to get worse. What was once a fine line of integrity, goals, morals and etiquette have all blended together in a weird broken washing machine spitting out incomplete half raised kids and washed up humans full of stupid ass justifications pairing with illogical philosophy just for a society to call it a "social norm." I am my own grandmother, and there is some sick shit happening in the world today.

Racial Wealth Gap

        Trying to rely on some good ole media to lift some the procrastination I've been feeling for weeks. For the most part the research I reviewed today helped. One day soon I would like to be an entrepreneur providing communities with empowering perspectives on the world around them. Some of those ideas will stem from a outreach programs for the youth and young adults that are not in favor of traditional school teachings. Some of these meetings will have influential key note speakers that will raise awareness in our heritage, gaining and keeping our black power as we move toward a new world order.
    I found Tai Lopez through a YouTube ad who coincidentally spoke at a Ted X event a few months ago. He overcame difficult times by holding onto his entrepreneurial instincts by taking the necessary risk towards success. He now lives in Beverly Hills in a huge house with a Lambo and a Ferrari. Great right?
    With his story he also dropped knowledge about how we too can overcome the pressures of life in a 67 day step towards success and taking charge of the three simple keys of life: Know Life's Purpose, Win friends and Influence People (which is actually a book) and Motivation - Procrastination. He also shared his idea of successfully climbing a "pyramid of wealth". All of which I paid attention and wrote notes for myself.
   There comes a time in one's life when coincidence isn't just something that happens in life. It actually happens on purpose. Today started off great. Slowly turned boring, made a left turn at angry and now I've somehow ended up researching how to create a business plan, executive summaries, and market analysis. Today was ordained by the Most High which means no matter how much I procrastinate He will guide me back to where I belong... which will still have me question, "what street am I on again?"
     Even though everything Tai Lopez spoke about was right on I couldn't help but question the validity of his success. In other words, THAT WORKED FOR YOU, BUT WILL IT WORK FOR ME AND MY DARK SKINNED BROTHERS AND SISTERS??
   So, after a couple revised Google searches we land in Racial Wealth Gap given to the public by Forbes.com under the personal finance division. Basically, the Latinos are winning by a 2% homeowner margin, 20% of us complete a four year college degree, while white families receive A+ status all across the board. Check the link and see for yourself. Not just for this information but for yourself in the power of wisdom, knowledge and understanding in all areas of blackness.
  
  Take a look at the images below. The colorful pyramid is a concept drawn from Abraham Maslow who wrote about human motivation through psychology. The black and white image is a more specific run down of the stages as one may journey through toward enlightenment. If you use these images throughout your life you'll soon realize each phase repeats itself in different ways. The road to self mastery isn't an easy one but with enough patience and willingness to grow the route will become easier.

WonLuv

   
   
  

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...