Any man who hits a female. I got into a fight with a derelic AIDS patient (no seriously) who wants to infect every chick in the 10 block radius of 145 and 7th. No blood was shed. Got some good hits in with a Ketchup bottle. Got lit up by Murda. Sexy joint out of 3 building. And the OGs getting in that ass tommorow. With industrial rubber gloves of course. Happy Fucking New Year's by the way
To be honest I like stripping. That's my shit. I like being on stage and entertaining and making people happy, so to speak. I quit and stayed jobless for like 3 months because I let certain parties guilt me into not wanting to do it anymore. And I'm not going to lie. I was starving in the streets. I went without a lot of necessities and forget about shit that I really wanted. And the types of things I like to do require mozarella. And I don't do nine to fives...was never really my style. Don't call me lazy...I prefer non conformist. I'm not a 9 to 5 person more like 10 to 2. Can't really take orders gotta do my own thing. If I wasn't stripping I would probably work at Barnes and Nobles. The literature would be worth being ranked an underling.
In any event this bit of the blog is dedicated to the haters
7 People Who Have a Worst Job than Being a Stripper
1) A doctor that administers vaccinations w/ known side effects to babies 2) A policeman who arrests 16 year olds for loitering and send them to bookings 3) The judge who sends a non violent drug dealer to serve his time with rapists and murderers, in turn teaching that man how to be violent and/or a killer 4) A teacher that feeds our babies propaganda bullshit in the public school system 5) CPS that doesn't do their job or wants to fuck with a family just cause.... I'm not even going to go there 6) The people who own BET for telling us we aint nothing but swingin chains, ass and gangsta rap 7) The "pass the bucket" minister who uses your donations to keep his plethora of rainbow colored gators maintained...
Flow 1: 36, Queens, Known him for a year, sugar daddy, in the street type of nigga, quiet, 1 child, got me pregnant, no type of emotion (he reminds me of Dexter), never had an argument
Flow 2: 19, Harlem, officially met in August, but he had been seeing me in the hood for years, spoiled brat turned bad, swagtastic, man whore, vane, Jamaican, stroke game is crazy, we b Ike and Tina
Flow 1's problem is that he don't know if he want to fuck with me on the long term or short term. Flow 2 feels a certain type of way because I'm a little older than him, and he cant get away with the shit that he does to young chicks as opposed to me. Flow 1 dissapears weeks on end. Flow 2 pops up with miscellaneous bitches to spite me when I piss him off (we both live in the same building) You know what? It don't even matter. I'm cutting both of them off. Flow 2 I been avoiding because I know how he move. So I can duck him forever unless he come to my door...Flow 1 kinda adheres himself to me. Calls me from different numbers trying to catch me up. Think I might just change my number...
Here goes the Why's
Why I always get these rough around the edges, chase their own death type niggas...why?...why cant I just get a rough neck that want to come home at night....Actually Sin was that...but anyway he fucked himself
Apparently he told my so called best friend the real reason why he "dealt" with me and it was a purely sexual thing....but thats a lie. He felt a certain type of way because she pressed him and he told her some dumb shit....
Why did this chick make an ultimatum regarding my relationship without telling me? Why ask the nigga, "Is you trying to fuck with Kiya or not because....."? Why is that her business?
I dead ass felt like she took away my choice. Then I blacked on him later that day...for something unrelated but the way I came across I think he knew why.
Poetry really does take you new and interesting places. Well new places. So for instance me being from Harlem I don't know nothing about Omaha Nebraska. Oh I'm lying it's the place Malcolm X was born and it was one of the main settings in the movie Belly. Lol. Besides that all I know of Nebraska is fields and shit. This poetry head hit me and asked if I wanted to do a poetry festival. I was excited. I like to keep my mind open. I like the country anyway. It's quiet. Peaceful. All things I need right now. Besides I like wandering in other peoples hoods. Makes me feel invincible. Too bad the festival is Summer 2k9. Fuck it something to look forward to
I'm going to the land of Riley (great grandmother's maiden name); Georgia. I'm staying with a friend in Atlanta. Really hope I get to go to Savannah. You already know I'm hitting all the poetry venues. 7 days and nights of shopping, eating, poetry and debauchery. A vacation coming at such a perfect time. New York iz driving me crazy!!! Its too much of everything I used to do before its boring. I love Harlem til the day I die though. The bodegas, 99 cent stores, EG, Dun's House, The Polo Grounds but I'm demanding a change of scenery.
I'm going to Paris in January but I need some travel aids before I go... 1) New laptop 2) USB cord for my camara 3) Massively obscene sneakers and jackets 4) "How to Speak French for Dummies" 5) Ipod 6) BlackBerry
Listened to light of the life of crime like 60 billion times (totally enamored with the live band production)
Ate 3 bowls of Capt. Crunch and lit my ass on fire
Watching But I'm a Cheerleader
Want attention from.....I guess we getting along better (After the Ike and Tina rendition in the Lobby, the foyer and the damn incinerator room. Hey its not domestic abuse if he has a slick Harlem nigga mouth) sorry
Finished my outfit I look original to say the least
Got to smoke an L
Finish memorizing the verse lol (aint nothing change)
Okay I decided I needed to stop the bullshit and just get on my MC. Because I honestly I dont have the soft lyrical sing song voice that is sought in the poetry indiustry. I'm hood. I'm not quite lady like but I can appear to be so. I'm far from dumb I just dont like being a know it all...because you cant so you always frustrating yourselves and others. I am very concious and very militant. But I'm not a militant black person. I'm just militant and I feel like...like...the game is soft. There are no female MCs. So the game is soft, bias and in most cases hateful toward women. (And before my male readers even start; I know the differeance between ladies and bitches...and I don't shun songs that sing about genuine bitches but there are virtually no songs calling women queens, goddess, mother nothing. I dead ass can't remember a mainstream MC doing a song about his mother in the past 3 years...wow) Where is the lyricism about women as something other than... Why when Hip Hop Freshman came out this year there were no females on the line up? Not one. Yeah there is Remy but...she on lock. Lauryn done lost her mine...there is something lacking...
Here is what I have notice in my 2 weeks of being a female MC
1) When dudes find out that your rapping they interview you more than a fucking broadcaster
2) Or they don't believe you
3) Or they think you rhyming about dicks and shit
4) When I practice freestyling in the street ppl look at me like I got bugs in my ear
5) My mother thinks that this is phase (I'm sure many people do actually)
but those are just the cons
1) Since I been on my shit I'm bumping into mad men behind the curtain industry type heads (i.e.) a jamaican basment party on the hill I just happen to be walking by
2) Many who are already doing there thing want to take me under there wing
3) For every person who tell me I'm wack 4.3 tell me I'm hot (yeah I'm keeping count)
4) I'm cautious who I let know I'm spittin
5) Realized how much I love music and how fine my ear is picking out notes and other type things
6) The sky is the limit
7) I don't fight the music, the music fight for me
8) I was born to do this and if you tell me I'm lying I think you stupid
9) I don't know know what High Kun means but that's my booth name
I bumped into Sciryl and Charles Hamilton last night. IT was kinda awkward because I been engaged in booth genocide, then got caught in the rain and was having a bad hair day. But there was love there. It's good to see my ppls doing their thing. Sciryl just came out with his album S.C.O.O.P. (Slight Change of Plans) and Charles was on the the cover of XXL this month. It was inspiring. Nah thats corny. It gave me a jolt to see my niggas accomplish and pull off something better than great because it came from them organically no ready made shit. Sciryl been on his grind since 14 @ Urban Word has been on DEf Poetry Jam and anyone who is an early Charles listener remembers him roaming the streets of Harlem letting everyone hear his latest hot shit (lol memories of summer 07) This newness in the game is so good. Owww!
His last LP Poisonous Politiks was the truth It was gritty medley of revolutionary, gutter and trip hop bars the production was excelsior the album flowed like, well, an album I was impressed and I told him And he was impressed with my voice So I'm hopping on his set @ Sullivan Hall on the 20th of November I dont know if Ima be a poet or MC we gonna figure it out
Cuz me and my Komrades cant watch them and honestly I think the people that make these movies are sick There are mathematical equations in all this People are making a science out of torture and pain and thats not sovereign
It seems like its always a struggle when I ask my mother for something. And I rarely ask she for anything. I haven't had an ipod since like Febuary. But I'm working on a song and I want to prep myself while I'm on the move as oppsed to doing it in the 6 hours I am home. So I call my mom and she tells me,"We have to discuss that and then I'll give you the Ipod." right? But my whole thing is 1) she doesnt listen to it 2) She knows I'm a junky and music the pipe 3) She let her dusthead boyfriend give it to his homeboy and he had it for a good 3 months (a stranger) I'm on my Way of the Peaceful Warrior shit. My mother doesn't have to trust me, like or even love me. And I'm OD cool with that. But when she does things like this...it hurts...you know? She gives me all the guidelines and rhetoric that she would give a average person on the street. Why?
I turned on my computer and this popped up (http://www.dignifiedcaskets.com/?Click=37) out of all the porn sites, couple matching sites and the like why would a site for coffins pop up on my computer...is the government trying to send me a message?
So I got a new joint. No names we aint gonna do that. But I'm trying to distinguish if he is my boyfriend or main flow. I really try hard not to talk about the state of any of my unions. I wish not to jinx them. But here are a list of things I hate and like about the young chap.
Dislikes 1) How he acts 10 years younger than what he already is and he is a year younger than me! 2) Him drinking my Minute Maid Cherry Limeade out the container 3) Getting into my bed with his dirty sneaker socks 4) Taking 2 hours, literally, to bring back whatever I asked to get him from the store 5) His comrades who are trying to fuck me 6) His fascination with being Don MAgic Juan (just the swag NOT the company) 7) Forgetfulness 8) His ever slick harlem boy mouth 9) His lazy 10) His extracurricular activities
Likes 1) He watched Zeitgeist from beginning to end then took it upstairs and showed it to the homeys 2) Has a deep seething hate for the NYPD 3) Going to the army (so he can teach me how to take guns apart) 4) He can freestyle better than most mcs in the game and has no intentions of being a rapper 5) He is bold and rebellious and says whatever he feels 6) He will man up for being wrong 7) He is teaching me how to be a japaholic 8) He looks like a young dark skin Tupac 9) Even though he doesnt claim me as his girl he dont let birds be fly in his face 10) He tries to teach me new things but stops in the middle lol he has ADD 11) He reminds me of Claude Brown in Man Child in the Promised Land 12) He doesnt drink...at all
Things We Have in Common
1) Ride the 5 2) Love gangster flicks 3) Love sweet potato pies from Crown Fried Chicken 4) All day potheads 5) Common sense 6) Like to make money 7) Always on the move 8) Sloppy organized 9) nicotine obsession 10) Slapboxaholics (we practice on each other) 11) Stay in bed til noon