2k9 @ a Glance

January - Paris and Montpilar
Febuary - Chicago and (U.K.?)
March - Berlin
April - Amsterdam
May - California
June - Honduras

Plus invites to go to Tokyo, Sydney and Brazil.
I don't do any travelling
So if yo know any hot spots I should know about
please shot a holla

From Malcolm X Blvd to Home of Malcolm X

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

Planning the Book Release

Okay I have been ironing out the details. I'm having the book release party for Constellation of a Black Star in November date tba I'm having it at Revival.




Cakeman Raven is making my Cake




And you already know the book is going to be the truth...

Black Kid's Fairytale

It's going to be the best poem I've ever written. I was inspired by The Complete Grimm's Fairytales. Most people think there are only like 10 or so Fairytales; Jack and the Beanstalk, Little Red Riding Hood (It's Little Red Cap in the book), Snow White, Rapunzel and Thumbalina. In actuality there are about 210. My poem is basically referances to all of them. I dont know if I want to tie in several stories or focus on one main chracter. But I'm laying the groundwork.

I Dead Forgot to Blog about my show with Black Ice....sorry

nuff said

Long Time Coming

I used to watch this dude on tv and now I'm gonna do a show with him....dreams come true

International Playgirl Reformed? Nah...not happening

I cant stop humming this for sum reason...maybe becuase I'm ready for the tour...



Guess who coming to my show on the 20th?

Mr. Young

Randomly going through my myspace i hit up one of my poetry comrades B Yung. He had a double victory getting selected to be on the Youth Poetry Nationals and the Adult Poetry Nationals (yea he does have skillz). Shorty is the truth. Anyway I asked him to make me a list of venues in Wisconsin and he went above and beyond and said he would make a list for me where ever he go. Thats sweet. But he is also cute thats why he gets his own blog entry...im playing

but check my homey B Yung out at http://www.myspace.com/apoetnamedyung

Constellation of a Block Star in a Dufflebag Near You

Yeah its been a long hard process. Much blood sweat and tears. Much leafing through my notebooks I been keeping for the last 3 years. But finally after my 10 years in the poetry game I'm self publishing my first compilation of poems and prose. Owww. I'm muy happy with myself I never thought that last year around this same time I would be publishing a book of any scale.
I had much time to reflect on these things. After coming out unscathed in the streets of Harlem and Brooklyn, 3 asshole boyfriends and occasionally run ins with the NYPD (figurative and literatively) and the death of my childhood friend Channel I was still able to produce work of substance. Even though I had vowed to myself at one point that I would never write again because I was finding out how ugly the world is and I didnt think writing about it would do much (how stupid was I?).
She never left me I just thought she had. Who can appreciate beauty without sunlight?

Broken arm? Newwark and ish

yo my arm still hasnt heeled. I now know what it feels like to be an artist living from hand to mouth. I mean its cool. The only thing I'm missing is Mary Jane. Went to Jersey last night killed the microphone. Got asked to feature at sum next club in downtown New Wark and everythig is running smooth. I'm going to the Key Club tonight the place I will be featuring at in the near future. Owwwwwww! wats going on now is that I'm petitioning my ex boyfriends for reperations. They are forming a queue and I'll be colllecting money througout the day. That sounds a little bit ish but you know I'm a good girl. If all else fails I will be panhandling. Oh yeah just because I'm fresh and fly dont mean i dont panhandle lol.
I didnt know how much my ex boyfriend companionship meant to me until I went to Jersey a couple of days ago. I had 7 dollars in my pocket (after Time Warner, Verizon and the rent). Enough for an orange juice and sum weed. I broke into tears. Whatever. I wouldnt go back to someone just because their pockets are chubby.
This is the period where my love for poetry will be tested. I'll pass. Believe me, with flying colors.

Fucking Tired (Weak Chest)

Because dead ass. I love blogging. And I cant do it because I have reherse, spit, and get to the club on time.
I eventually knew I would have to travel into the realm of adulthood. But I'm a child at heart that means sans 9 to 5 or any job I got to work 8 hours. Alast I got to work to look fly because I going on a block money strike. Except from the dudes that make it rain on me.
So I need to make enuf money to pay bills my poetry bookings dont cover. And besides that I want to buy a house in Honduras so I saving my money hard body. Then there is the book, the LP, the publishing company and the record label.
And if somewhat important to me you know I'm suffering from an affliction that makes it hard for me to breath let alone. Stand on my feet and climb poles all night. Thank you Newpipe and the World Health Organization. For all the cancer patients you have produced.
The only thing good I can say about that is that I debuted at Bada Bing's Gentlemen's Club and was recieved very lovingly by bartenders and customers...Made sum decent guap for it to be a Monday night.
I'm off to Philly this Friday for the R.A.N.D.O.M. showcase. Got to get sum fly kicks and sum gold leggings because I'm the feature. Yayyy!!!
Watever God is in attendance I want to thank him because I really blew up since I've been on my open mic and slam bizness. I'm getting booked sum serious paper for a chick who can barely memorize her shit. I think my Grandpa watching over me...for real thank u Mr. Dean

Howard...I'm Home

I thought I wasnt even going to make it out there becaus ethe New JErsey Transit train stop running at 1 in the morning and I'm too retarded to do the path train...
but had to run up to 32nd and 6th to do it anyway



made it to Tenisha's shop before everyone and was shivering in my white in the rain with no umbrella



Then there is a major problem there is 15 heads and its only a 8 passenger whip so we had to kick sum people out the whip but whilst doing that the police that had parked on the corner doing illicit behavior decided to give us a ticket



So we took the ticket. And went on our way. I woke up crossing the Deleware Bridge and it was hot as shit so we had to get sum tea and cigarette







So we had 3 hours left but we was chillin



When we got to DC we took sum pics in front of the Malcolm X mural





but I needed a dutch and I couldnt find one



when we got to Howard I just decided to reherse





all of a sudden upon being in front of these conossieurs of hip hop I got kinda nervous



But everything went good got sum DJ tips from the local talent



met Miss B (thank God for female MCs)







made sum friends



met sum boys





and on my way home on the NJ Transit I was so proud of myself. Travelling is sum kind of inebriation even if its 3 states away

Wow

I'm actually proud of myself. I encountered a major domestic dispute (non violent) ,still got to memorize my shit, buy a winning ensemble, do my hair, go to Jersey, go back to Harlem and got back to Jersey. Wow. I'm tired. The only thing is that I leave for Howard in 5 hours my bitches want to take me out and I'm still not dressed, dancehal dress anyway. DAMN!!!

Gonna have mucho pics tho when I come back.

P.S.
I hate that my mother calls me a user whenever I'm genuinely tired. I been up for 20 hours can I sleep for 3? Golly gosh!!

My first College Show....in 4 years

So my homeboy Uninvited invited me to come share the stage with him @ Howard University @ the Annual Hip Hop Caucus. I'm muy excited cuz I'm also on stage with Rainmaker, Tenisha (CEO Bleek and Indigo. Very ill poetry ya'll. I feel like all my hard work paid off. I feel like once u can get booked on your talent and not because you rolling with certain people you arrived somewhat as an artist. Like your name stands by itself.
I was definately surprised when one of the artists I was auditioning with said she was fond of my work.

Ultimatum

Under your jurisdictiction we have always been runners up. 2nd best.
Not even having the audacity to shaming ourselves for clamping devil weight shakles on our own feet. Then they wrap they cords around our eyes. Bolt the red, white and blue rhetoric on the backs of our foreheads. Driving they katana of ignorance into our stomachs.
How long will we let these snakes prod into our good nature?
How long will we condone being bitches of dirt?
Whores of circumstance?
Zealot churchgoers
Uniformed fools
the assimilated
will be the first martrys of this machine
if we dont get dismantled
Cuz lynching is old school
But there will be students that mash up they philosophy
young soveriegn souls who hear the silent tryanny
We know they covert bullets will be they friendly fire
Their oppression our P.O.W.
And when they shatter from shadows to dust
Our weary drenched spirits will rise to the sun
in the Holocaust of our discontent

realhoodlovepoem

Even when all your thoughts are left
I still want to b your ur right
We like calm and storm
I'm still sleepin with demons who tell me im they only religion
you being governor of that party
But you talk with tears in your mouth
I could walk in sorrow for eternity behond your eyes
letting steel tears fall in loud silence
just when i found myself in a self made maze
praying from under "wise" men feet
after grabbing phoenix talons that only macheted my fingers and wrist
u said dont sacrifice your blood for happiness that does not exist

having allied and aligned
we have become cradle and crutch to each other
after the dead hour
We have made sum tantric inebriation
felt from eye to ankle
that could condemn us to death in sum countries

when we walked from the regret
standing on our forehead
I acknowledged
u make half girls whole again
how i make dead men dance again

Fasting until the 1116 tour

Yea so basically if I started fasting now I can't eat none of the food at my grand daddy burial dinner. So I'm starting this tuesday. All I'm taking is water and vegetation that needs no assistance for growth. It'll clear out the fatigue, my "bi polar" episodes, all this coughing I'm doing (think I might be coming down wid asthma). That along with heavy meditation wid sum lime greenish should put me right where I want to be mentally for the tour. Kicks off end of May.
1116 represents a very personal day for me (dont really feel like elaborating on it) but I consider that my "Near Life Experience" I say "near life"" because I was definatly felt alive, human and was full of the knowledge that my life has meaning. The poetry I'll be saying on the tour are basically experiences I've had that brought me to that day (near life) and my awakening period (now). Strangly enough I'm getting on my 16s crazily, Kongress wouldn't have anything less from me yo. She really want to be a duo I think. But poetry is my heart. Love poem, hood poem, big ones, shorties all dat.
I'm friggin excited yo I'm stayin 2 or 3 days in a couple of these spots so I get to sightsee too. I needed avacation. I'm gonna have a real Philly Cheese Steak sandwich in Philly, roam the streets of B-more wid a spliff in my mouth, bond wid my elders in North Cacklacky, rollerskate in Atlanta, get sum sun in Tampa, visit my dead brethren in Lousiana, hav sum TexMex in Houston, hug a palm tree in Cali visit my homegirl in Denver & see how they living in the Chi...I'm gonna be so popular this summer. Someone please take my picture...

Writer's Block is Subsiding

I've had a lot of roadblocks with my pen scratching. My grandfather died, I had chick come at my head, my boo is having sum domestical problems and its leaking off into our union, I just went back to work doing the dreaded "dub shift". U try smiling and coming up with new and intresting ways to convince patrons to buy pineapple malibus with 3 cherris on top.
I've been writing hooks and the like, my homegirl wanted me to get on a track wid her and her man Cerebral Vortex. My poetry has been free of using the words God and the like. I went from Christian to Atheist Sun Lover in less than 2 weeks (supporting factors coming in later blog). I dont know why guitars are feeling so good under my ring and middle fingers, i like to dress like a punker not scream like one. I'm open to change. Oh that 3 poem a week problem got solved once u take the red pill you could write 100 easy.
Only thing is I got to get in touch with my stylist, get sum sketches together for Low, rummage through the Yonker Salvation Army, a lot of individual tending we need to do. Trying to break away from everything labeled "safe" and "normal" (those words is from the Matrix lol). Everthing clear now.

Considering rappers? They are users maybe like 90% of them

I was dealing with this dude last summer nothing too exclusive. He was a rapper. I thought he was crazy as hell but had a method to his madness. I am always critical as hell to dudes who are trying to fuck me. He was always telling me he was drawn to my strength. He liked the fact that he could step on any block in Harlem with me and niggas gave me respect. But we would just chill and smoke and go to listening parties together.
He would tell me he was a virgin and thought it was cute. I still wasnt gonna fuck him. I'm just suspicious like that, but those suspicions didnt stop me from letting him eat the snatch (he had really pretty pink lips). And im thinking to myself this dude ate my pussy 2 weeks after he met me. Maybe like 2 weeks later he was trying to get at my homegirl then I found out they was kissing at my best friends birthday party.
So I realized that I could only fuck with him on a professional level. Cuz I also found out that
He tried to fuck my best friend before he met me, went to school with another chick I knew then tried to make out with her in front of me at my mentors house. Out of no where he starts giving me the cold shoulder but always in my face when I'm lighting a spliff. Matter fact he always asking me to sponsor HIS HABIT and buy weed from my cousin. A couple of times he has come to my house use my computer and just dipped barely saying 2 words to me. Swears he is celibate and is not gonna fuck with nobody and pop up with a wifey.
But the topping on the cake was when he brought sum horse face bitch into my mentor house introduced her to me and started kissing her in my face. He a fuckin dog. And i wouldnt have written this but I feel like bitches is trying to smite me. DONT B A KEYBOARD GANGSTER!

On being a poet Pt. 2

Apparently...


1)You have to look like a poet (dreads, sandals, Chucks, Che Guevera (or watever revolutionary is the fad this year) and the infamous Kufi. 2)Everyone is in poetry cliques (I wont elaborate)
3)Poets must smoke weed, drink peanut juice and eat chickpeas (this one I actually am)
4)Its taboo to read off paper (u can suck a dick if u think like that)
5)if you like Jay-Z and Lil Wayne your not progressive and write "hood poetry"
6)people win slams for spitting the most stupid shit
7)the best poets are from Brooklyn (this tickles me)
8)you should never date a poet if you are too
9)poets air out niggas too (again I wont elaborate)
10)when you are the new kid in town plenty people scared (for certain)