NEW POETRY- A Neo Soul Moment

SO: lately I've been on a Neo Soul music high. And it's been great. Like I posted earlier, I started a poem and then got crazy busy so I couldn't finish it. Truth is, I also didn't know HOW to finish it so I left it here for a while until one day (today) while bumping the Neo Soul Songza playlist and my friend's house (SHOUT OUT TO SONGZA THE GREATEST APP EVER) it just hit me. So i grabbed my paper and pen and wrote the rest of this. ENJOY <3 stay blessed!

Can I make this personal?
I mean, really personal.
Can I show you my inner most thoughts at their rawest form?
Are you willing to expose yourself to what lies beneath all of this? My spirit. The rawest form in which I exist.
Can you hear it?
My heart slowly beating in this rhythmic morse code
Gently calling you to decifer the secrets that I posses
Are you willing to get to know me?

Are you willing to step into my labyrinth of thoughts,
And completely lose yourself in my essence,
Every morning that we wake up and you breathe me in deeply
Can we go there?
When me and you were the only ones in the garden of Eden
Back in time when a kiss was brand new
Will you?
Are you willing to let your heart synchronize with mine so even when we aren't together you can feel it beating to the same rhythm as yours.

Are you willing to know my ins and outs, in and out
Weaving yourself into the very fibres my being
So that I am no longer just me but, a hybrid version I call
"We"
Are you willing to get to know me?
Just for a minute, imagine this world and lets act like we're the only ones in it
Have me any way you want-no one is looking.
I'm giving you the chance to have my heart
The one thing so closely linked to my mind
Sow your seed by impregnating my thoughts
And my body will follow the same pattern of love.
But that's only if you're willing...
Willing to get to know me.

POEM IN THE MAKING

My mom always complains that I take ridiculously long showers... well... I do. But I promise, it's all for a good reason! I come up with ideas for poems while in the shower! Lately I haven't been writing much because it's exam season however, I came up with a few lines while goofing around in the shower and blasting music the other day so I want to share them. This is a sign of things to come, when it's completed, I will post the entire thing, but for now... this is the little bit that I got!

Can I make this personal?
I mean, really personal.
Can I show you my inner most thoughts at their rawest form?
Are you willing to expose yourself to what lies beneath all of this? My spirit.
The rawest for in which I exist. Can you hear it?
My heart slowly beating in this rhythmic Morse code calling out for you to crack it.
Unlocking the secrets that I posses.
Are you willing?

Yeah I know, it's not long at all but hey, it's SOMETHING. 

And I'm hoping that it becomes something amazing. If I accomplish all that I planned out today, I will work on this bad boy!

the end is near

yes... the end of this semester!

Hello poetry lovers. I just wanted to check up and say hello. I don't have anything new to share as of yet because school as become brutal beyond all belief. Hopefully when exams are done, and I'm sitting on a beach in Cuba, I will be able to relax and make something good enough to share with you all!

stay blessed!

cheers.

shit like this has GOT to stop.

So someone on Facebook decided to post such an IDIOTIC status update. As I do when most things upset me... I decided to rant on Tumblr. lol here's what I posted. I want to share this because MERCY. Things like this upset me so much.

here's my rant:

Okay. SO in Toronto a war memorial was vandalized. Someone wrote “Canada will Burn, Praise Allah”

Of course people are upset. I’m upset. BUT THIS COMMENT RIGHT HERE pissed me the HELL OFF.

How can one person be so dismissive and inconsiderate towards Muslims because of the act of ONE individual who most likely doesn’t share the same views of many islamic people? That’s as ignorant as saying all Muslim people are terrorists because of Osama…
NO. Osama is a terrorist.

Muslim people are just Muslim.

To sit there and ever so confidently type out that Allah is the devil, you must honestly have an issue with yourself. ONLY IGNORANT PEOPLE CRITICIZE ISLAM BECAUSE THEY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT. The beauty of that religion is unfathomable in many ways, how DARE you look down on it thinking that your Christian perspectives are better just because they are the north american norm? 

Listen. I’m a Christian. I love jesus, but who the fuck am I to say to someone that their God  is the equivalent to the entity I despise and blame for all the issues in the world? Who am I to tell them that their God is less than mine? i am NOBODY. And therefore I will not express those views. Simply for the reason that they are insane and so hurtful.

 UGH I AM JUST SO UPSET.

One God. Many ways to get to Him. Don’t be upset and a different person’s path when our destination is the same. Even God said that he has “sheep in different pastures” Not every one who isn’t Christian will go to hell and trust me, not everyone who calls themselves a Christian will go to heaven. So those Muslims you look down on, believe me, they’ll probably reach heaven before you do. They are probably doing more to serve God than you are. 

Your hate is JUST as bad as that one idiot’s vandalism. 

okay… I can breathe now.

Nas & Damian Marley - Patience

HELLO folks. Okay, so i actually just want to share with you guys my favourite song of all time. This right here, is honestly the greatest thing I've ever stumbled upon. The lyrics are ingenious. It's from the album Distant Relatives which is all together a masterpiece. It came out a couple of years ago and not too many people know of it, but I encourage everyone to listen to it, download it, BUY it cause it's honestly just that awesome.

This song in particular, I want everyone to pay special attention to the words. It's the message that really gets me.

words of wisdom

So i fell across this poem while doing one of my daily devotions and i felt like i should share it. it had me thinking.

IF...

If locked in my chamber of unchallenged fears
I wait for the dawn, with curtains drawn
If alone in that darkness I cry to be free
Yet claim that my captor has swallowed the key
If i cling to my memories of living only the past
And doubting my future, I give up at last
If in the midst of this battle I turn and retreat
blind to my victory and accepting defeat
Then Christ has died needlessly
And peace is a fantasy
Then hope is a wounded word
"The coming King" is put a phrase I've heard....
And all the world is lost

RE WRITE

Hey. so I stumbled across an old poem I did (I think it's in my older arts page) and I decided to fix it up a bit. work in progress, because honestly, the original version was horrible LOL.

Oh Canada, Our home and native land…

Native? Exaggerated terms that are a little creative

 We are immigrants brought by the people who entered land to invade it

Thinking that European culture would make good and emancipate it

When all it really, did was enslave it.

Forcefully assimilated the Natives

Stole the peace they created

Returned their kindness with hatred

And called it progress.

True patriot love, in all thy sons command...

Using the term love loosely, lying profusely

Two-faced giants, morally non compliant

Euphemizing history in hopes that they can hide it

Why fight? Just re write. Forget and start fresh.

So we offer help in hopes to redeem ourselves, and prove we’re the best

And all of a sudden we are Peace Keepers…

With Glowing hearts, we see the rise...

But have we really risen?

So many innocents in prison. Flawed judicial systems

That keeps the wealthy men winning?

The True North strong and free...

Slaves to society, for what’s a chain if it’s called by a different name?

Capitalism tied around our necks, consumerism anchoring our feet

Western greed that prevents struggling families to eat

While the rich get richer, and the poor live in frustration

It’s all mental slavery, just minus the plantation.

From far and wide, Oh Canada! We stand on guard for thee

God keep our land...

God bless us in all our wrong doings

The materials we’re pursuing

The people we’ve brought unto ruin

Because to build a nation, we must destroy a people

History proves to that progress comes from stepping over the feeble

Glorious and Free...

Smile, and salute.

This is patriotism. This is progress. This is Canada.

Oh Canada we stand on guard for thee!

Oh Canada we stand on guard for thee!

HERE'S THE PLAN:

SO I HAVE AN IDEA: I'm looking into making a compilation of my poetry, putting it all together, making a book and getting a copyright for my work. (I've been told that it's about time I make it official) With that said, with the creation of an eBook, I'm thinking to to print off hard copies and sell them to help pay for my trip to Ghana and also to fundraise for DIVOG.org. so at some point in time.. i will be HASSLING EVERYONE to buy my book and support a good cause! Look out for The Visible Minority Speaks.

Update!

Hey poetry world!
So, I don't have anything new to share but I honestly felt like coming on and updating everyone with my life.
So here's a couple things.

I've been approved to go to Africa in February! I'm excited! So I'm going to start figuring out how to form a poetry workshop for the kids down there. This is truly an experience I am glad to be a par of and I thank God entirely.

Secondly, that poem I wrote for the wedding..well I did it yesterday and honestly it was such a blessing! I felt good knowing that I made the bride and groom happy. I know they wanted it to be a surprise so at the wedding rehearsals, they didn't even let me say it lol. So the look their faces are priceless. So with that note, the biggest shout out to Paul and La-Dana on their marriage!

A reminder: R.I.S.E poetry happens EVERY monday at the STC youth center at 6. Join the Facebook group for updates! I try to make it there when I can but right now school is killing me so I haven't been. I'm hoping that next week I can work it out and go!

Last thing: I might be creating an eBook of all my poetry. Everything is in the process of getting a copyright! WOOO. I'm hoping to be able to publish my book of poetry, make a couple copies and sell them to help raise funds for my Africa trip. I'll keep the world updated on all of that at a later date.

AS FOR NOW.
stay blessed.
Be you. be beYOUtiful

NEW POEM- I'm Cool Like That. (Lyrics at the bottom)

my mind is in the present but my flow is in the 90s living life ahead like I was born with eyes behind me so whatever they do, man i kinda did it first so wrap up your raps i got a box for the hearse as far as i'm concerned man your shit is all dead like Lauryn hill said baby come and light my fire I'm sick of all your flows everything you drop is tired the industries came, and they made our music worse greed fucked blacks and gave birth to a curse And I'm hurting Watching em flirting with aphorisms that ain't certain Proverbial curtains over their minds so they ain't learning Yearning for lifestyles that don't last Yeah it might come quick But it's faster when it pass You wanna chill like that? Nah, it's ill like that And when I say ill, yo I really mean sick You gotta check your brain with a psychiatrist Cause your shit ain't tight Your flow ain't right And your rhymes are poisonous like kryptonite Sold as legal products inciting illegal acts So they they bag and tag it and serve this rap like it's crack But I'm cool like that… man I'm cool like that I'm chill like that I'm ill like that I keep it real like that When I'm feeling apprehensive I get really pensive I don't mean to get offensive But new music is crap With the morals it's lacking My heart is attacking Talking about big booties and this money to stack And I fall back Watching young kids turn into fiends and filthy addicts Addicted to the beats making them somehow wanna have it Chanting out lies that pull em in like they magnets So they bag it and tag it and push their product on the streets Musical slavery covered up with the beats Trapping the minds of every child it meets Breeding a generation of idiots and freaks who do it all when the time's right just to get that lime life So I preach. So I preach I'm cool like that..

HELP ME!

So I figured that it doesn't hurt to put it out there and ask.

This coming February, I am going to Ghana to help set up a community radio station, help out with a school building initiative and just experience life with the locals while doing some fundraisers and donations. 

BUT HERES THE COOL PART.

My prof is trying to set up an opportunity for me to do a Spoken Word workshop with some of the kids down there.

*cooks rapidly like lil b*

So I'm definitely going to take this offer up. What I need however is help with financing. The trip is going to cost me $2,500 and money truly doesn't grow in trees. Especially as a student... 

So if there are any kind people in the world who are willing to help me out by ways of donations or sponsorship... let a chick know! <3

I'm trying to make this poetry thing international. leggo!

NEW POEM

Hey all!
So, a while back I was asked to write a poem for a wedding happening next month and it is only recently that I had the time to "getter done" So I'm sharing it here just to get it out there. Perhaps even some feedback. You've all been pretty good in getting back to me via facebook (lol it's funny to get random inboxes and friend requests though it's easier to just comment here) so i am very appreciative! To write this I had to do a lot of looking around for inspiration but I managed to get something out with the help of other poets I drew inspiration from. Check it out!

With their eyes to the horizon

so far beyond where the sun sets into the stars 

in perfect alignment to make their two worlds one universe. 

love designed by the master

whereafter he looked upon his decision and said 

"It is good"

Just like when God made man,

He needed to make love 

So he formed the essence of his feelings for us 

And created her from the rib of adam. 

With the complexity of love rooted in the very fibres of their beings

God inserted himself into each atom 

The active interaction between two people

Is the work of God starting from the atomic binding

Reminding us that God's love is present even at the molecular level. 

So it is easy to revel at the thought of finding love in each other 

Finding God in each other 

Making spiritual connections that matter above all other 

For your love, is sweeter than that of wine 

And your name is that of a fragrant perfume 

And your God like spirit, is what has made me gravitate to you 

For you have made my heart glad, 

and God has made our hearts one 

Just like God stopped the sun in the midst of the sky to give Joshua more time 

He has stopped others from walking through the door of my heart, only closing it once you walked through 

For what could be sweeter than finding the one God made specifically for you? 

So let your patience for each other be that of Moses, your passion that of King David 

Your trust in each other like Daniels trust in God 

But most of all, let your love for each other resemble the selflessness and unwavering love of Christ 

See people say that time tells all stories 

But the book of life was already written before time came into existence 

So those who think that this story, this love 

only starts at this beginning, have no clue about the heavenly plan God has written 

For the moment God created love in the garden of Eden for his purpose 

This love was already called into being

It is only now, that it has surfaced

NEW POEM- All to forget

Hey there blogging world, poetry lovers, random individuals who find themselves on my page! I have a unique situation for you all. I have a poem that is incomplete- and it's going to stay that way. But I decided to share it with the internet world regardless. Here's a little background on all of this: So my dad has been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's, this was the case when I was in high school. Since then, the years have gone by and things have only gotten worse. I don't want to go in details because it's really all just sad but this poem reflects how all he wants in life is to remember, while me in my youth am trying all the wrong ways in life to forget situations. It's funny how simple things like your memory can be taken for granted.

every morning he wakes up and  looks around him,
hoping that his surroundings are familiar.
looks to his right, beside him is his wife- the one face he has yet to forget
full of regret he gets up, walks to the bathroom, looks in the mirror and peels off a sticky note.
"my name is Howard. It is august 31st, 2012. God is good."
he just wants to remember.

the other day i woke up confused by my surroundings
this definitely isn't my place.....
looked to my right and- who the fuck's face is this?!
shit.
get dressed quick.
last night we went out hoping to forget
holding heavy memories, saying we don't need em
bottles to my face saying "fuck the way i'm feeling"
broken hearted girls look at me and say "i feel ya"
so we dap our glasses taking shots of that tequila

lick the salt, taste the lime just to soften up the bite
i wish it was like this to soften up the sting of life
so instead we get dressed up, in the hopes we get messed up
in a night full of regrets
this is how we do it best
risk it all just to forget

I just want to forget.

he stands in his closet, confused on how to get dressed
takes a shirt but doesn't know where to put his arms or his neck
to his left, he spots a sticky note that has the instructions
written in her cursive, thank God he has a wife that still loves him

"my name is Howard. It is august 31st, 2012. God is good."
he just wants to remember.

i'm standing in this room, trying to find my clothes
but I can't find my socks, I guess I'll have to leave those
Lord knows I'm a mess, man this headache is killing me
i'm starting to regret all those girls that were feeling me
taking all those shots cause our lives were like similes
so we formed a sisterhood round a bottle of hennessy
saying "fuck all our enemies" man they know but still fuck em
so we go out each night to let them know we don't love em.
a couple nights full of regrets
this is how we do it best
found my purse, put on my dress
risk it all just to forget.

i just want to forget.

he writes down every single thought, refusing to lose a single one
yesterday he cried knowing the worst was still to come
starring at photo albums trying to remember
clenching to his hope that by God's grace one day he'll get better
brain synapses dismember
man, he just wants to remember.

the devil's been pissing me off
and i feel like God hasn't done much either
see it's hard when it's dark to say that i'm a believer
watched friends roll up reefer, said my thoughts would get deeper
so they passed it my say and said this stuff was the realest
i said "nah man just keep  it."
yeah i want to forget, ain't no thought that i'll miss
but i can't do it like this.

"Touchscreen" Marshall Soulful Jones

Can't Get Enough of You

When I look into your eyes I kind of hesitate

Who knew that I could feel this way?

Cause darling you bring out sides of me that, I didn't know I had.

And every time you come around I gravitate to you

There's just something bout the things you do

That keeps me head over heels and, you're so appealing.

I can't get enough of you.

I've felt the sun for the first time

I've danced in the rain

I've experienced loved in my life time

And you're the one to blame.

And when each day ends, I pray for the next to begin

Because every moment spent with you

Is something so incredible

And only fools fall in love

Foolish me, you're all I think of.

When you hold me in your arms I know that this is it

Moments like this I won't forget

Cause darling you're what I've been waiting for, and I won't let go

And every time you say my name, it sounds like a song

My heart is where you belong

And though things aren't perfect, let's make it worth it

I just can't get enough of you.

I NEED AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR AND SOMEONE WHO CAN SING TO RECORD THIS SONG I JUST WROTE. lmao. So I randomly made a song. and I PROMISE it is the cutest thing- but not when I sing it..... I need a vocalist and someone who can play the guitar to make my vision come to life lol. And if per happens chance, this actually comes to pass, I will post it here. 

OH, and apologies for not posting much. Now that I'm done summer school, I've been trying to live as crazy and fulfilling as possible until school starts back, so my hands have been tied with outrageous activities.

stay bless yall, live lyrical <3 

NEW POEM - Go ye therefore

God told his people to stand up
but we are too comfortable sitting down
like we were made in a way with our butts stuck to the ground
thinking our job's done when its Jesus we've found
but we drown forgetting God's work is more deep and profound

there's enough lost souls that be up in the church
and even more lost souls that are roaming the earth
Jesus said spread my word before theyre buried in dirt
so its time i write these lines and make sure everyone's heard
but it dont negate the fact that im a little bit scared
God you sure, im supposed to be the one spreading the word?

cause it don't fit my routine so I rather not get between
Lord i rather lean to the left and let someone else intervene
so I question if I'm predestined, Lord I'm just an adolescent
all my experiences are mistakes
I'm not ready to start this race
but God said "go ye therefore cause I need you to take my place"
you were made in my image so we have the same face
even a sinner like you can be used by God's grace

see Jesus isn't this personal secret, meant for us to keep it
God's a declaration meant to be heard by every nation
so go ye therefore and teach em
let them know he can reach them
God said we can pluck out and plant in- all within good reason
and hey, it's rainy season so let God's blood water us like plants
created with a new heart,
cause God gave me a transplant
equipped to serve his purpose
cause I know that it's all worth it

so a sinner like me? God you rather use a sinner like me?
cause my story of redemption cause get a lost soul on their knees
my flaws against your laws can help the average man see
that you still see something perfect
in a soul that might seem worthless
but there's hope in Jesus Christ
if you simply believe.

I'm Sorry

Hello blogging world, poetry lovers, folk who randomly found themselves on my page...
I just want to apologize for not posting and sharing new stuff. To be honest, I haven't been writing lately. I've had a lot of things going on in my life that have been messing with my creative mental space. I'm hoping that soon, when things get better, i'll be back to writing.

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Forgive me first love, but I'm tired.

So I realized that not everything needs to be written in a stanza, or rhyming scheme, etc. Sometimes, just your thoughts alone, are poetry in themselves. 


This morning I felt a feeling that I haven’t felt in so long. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. And I felt every second of the fall. Words built up, but got stuck in my throat and my eyes started watering uncontrollably. I was hurt. I haven’t been hurt in so long. And it is the shittiest feeling in the entire world. Last year I went through 8 months misery. And I promised myself that I would never let anyone ever take my joy away from me like that. I managed to pick up all my broken pieces and put them together. It took what seemed like forever but when you honestly have no other option than to move on and find your inner strength, you do what needs to be done. And for once, life was going right. Now, 5 months later. 5 months of me working on me. I let some one take my joy. And God, I hate it. I finally got my heart beating again, and now it’s turning back into a stone. And trust me, a heavy heart is one hell of a bitch to carry around. Every time you put your hand on your chest and you don’t feel that heart beat, it’s a constant reminder of your heart break. Once you’re broken, picking the pieces up is the hardest thing ever. But the feeling you get when you actually do, is the greatest accomplishment. However, once you’ve been broken, you’re not as strong as you used to be. You can’t take the same kind of pain as last time because you are fragile. Whole, but fragile. And maybe missing some pieces because you couldn’t find them all to put back. Now I don’t want to say I’m back to square one picking shit up. I’ll say that I’m at around square 15. But trust me, it all hurts just the same. 

Understanding

So I was asked to write something quick for last Sabbath's AY program at Kendalwood SDA. WHICH BTW was pretty rocking AWESOME. So shout out to Agape Temple for putting on a good AY program and showing folk how we get things done! So this poem I wrote basically speaks for itself. To be honest, Im not too sure how I feel about it just yet, I wrote it in literally 20 minutes because my horrible habits of procrastination (it will be the death of me). But regardless, Im sharing it because the message is real.

SPOKE N HEARD

A new event is happening through Spoke n Heard this month on the 27th!

It is all about the Hip Hop History! As the 1 year celebration takes place at the Lambadina Lounge on Bloor Street in Toronto!

I am truly trying to make my schedule work out so that I can be able to attend. With it being the May 24 weekend it might be difficult but hopefully I can be a part of it! So pray that I can get there and sign up for the open mic in time! For more information, check out the FB page!

https://www.facebook.com/events/232950023473520/

So I was looking through the "Some Older Art" page and saw some poems I wrote YEARS back. I mean like, grade 10 type of deal and I wanted to die. The things I wrote were ridiculous! I won't lie to you all, I had to delete one poem off that page cause it was just hella embarrassing.....
But I guess that's always how it starts off. No one ever begins being amazing. From then to now, I've grown so much and I'm continuing to grow. I have a lot to look forward to.

Untitled Poem. My Performance. Spoke n Heard Open Mic/Showcase.

So last night I had the privilege of performing downtown toronto in the bathurst area for Spoke n Heard's open mic and spoken word showcase. I honestly had a BLAST. every single performance was PHENOMENAL. I got to witness some of the greatest poets in the Toronto area and it was so humbling. Oh man, I was inspired by so many people, and met so many people, and I hope to keep in contact with all of them. This was actually my first ever performance outside of the whole "school/ church" comfort zone so I was mad nervous. But honestly, everyone there was so welcoming, and so supportive, and so KIND, that I felt at home. I encourage everyone to check out Spoke n Heard's facebook page, follow their twitter at @Spoke_Heard and keep up with their events!

I want to thank Jordon for inviting me, My family and friends who came out, but most importantly, I want to thank God for blessing me with the talent of speech. I owe it all to him.

Stay bless folk :)

Untitled- I don't' know what to call this.

Got another poem for ya :)  No clue what to entitle this one but I'm sure I'll think of something.

I made the conscious decision to speak for those who don't have loud voices
Stuck in destruction, looking for a way out but not given many choices
And the only sound of rejoicing? Is when people pray for the promises of better days
Processionals that blast through the windows of churches
Shortly followed by parades full of hearses
And the worst is, people don't go there on a day to day
We only frequent sanctuaries when there's a body there to lay.
The only time you'll see a gangster get on his knees and pray
The often time you'll see a mother wish it never happened this way
Sad realities that happen so often, horrible worlds to get lost in, budgeting to buy coffins
In neighbourhoods where young black boys pack gats and pull triggers
Hold bodies still they stiffen from rigour, who would have figured?
This isn't they life that they pictured.
The devil has a tight grip on his cup that runneth over with lost souls
Using poverty and violence and lassos pulling people into his black hole cause he knows
Society won't care to save souls trapped in his ghettos.
Brighter days almost seem forbidden, walking through neighbourhoods that look poverty stricken
While on the upper east side, people indulge in luxurious living
It's the arrogant stamp of capitalism.
As devils roam bay street in Armani black suits
Evil is knowing the right thing but it's still wrong that you choose
Gaining a profit at the expense of others, while still knowing this truth
And have the nerve to turn around and say that it's drugs killing the youth?
Look at the obvious proof, it's the bad that they do
That make young boys think their only option is shoot.
Forced decisions that ruin their living
While the real villains are chilling in black robes
The same villains that smack gavels and smash homes
Before the trial the verdict was already known
Let the black boy reap the consequences of what corrupt elites have sown
I speak for those, who don't have the loud voices
Robbed from their choices, so I hope that my voice is heard
Activism lies not only between my pen and my paper, but spreading the word
It lies between civil disobedience and visions of peace
The step in the right direction only takes the bravery of the first one to speak
Cause I'm tired of seeing lives wasted for no reason
As bad things happen at the hand of others and even ourselves
The chills of hearing Trayvon Martin screaming for help
The anger of watching Troy Davis fall victim to the judicial system
Feeling like the dreams got shot down with him,
But I still gotta thank Mr. King for living
And I thank Malcolm X for never holding back a breath
Cause now my hunger for change is absolutely relentless
So I stand here today by choice with my notebook and my voice
Ready to fight, to pull souls out of black holes and into the light.

SPOKE N HEARD

whats up yall ! SO I FINALLY FINISHED SCHOOL! BAM! SECOND YEAR OF UNIVERSITY IS DONE WITH! *drops it low* Now, to more important things...
ON SUNDAY.
Spoke n Heard will be hosting an open mic night downtown! I will definitely be there performing and supporting :) tickets are 10 dollars at the door and the line up is looking pretty amazing so COME OUT!

For more information, click the link!
Peace and Blessings.

https://www.facebook.com/events/262246337195223/

What Have I Been Doing With Life

Nothing.
Literally. School is out in one week so until then, I am wrapped up in assignments, and studying etc.
HOWEVER. I did manage to find some fun and create another twitter page.

SO check out @JesusBro7

Why not add humour to God? I think hommie is pretty legit. And seeing him as a 'bro' is absolutely hilarious. So I decided to make a funny parody page for Jesus. So far, so good  :)

Check it out! FOLLOW IT :)

Hungry4shalabi.tumblr.com

Please visit the Tumblr page. Educate yourself with what is going on in the world. Join the movement.

Visible Minority

So I changed the name of my blog ! I like this one much better. I decided to write a new "about me" section and it turned into a short poem lol. So here it is! (not that you couldn't have read it at the side)

It's cause I''m Black.

I wear a hood, that means shoot me.
Years ago whistling at the wrong person would've gotten me lynched

In university but I'm just an exception. 

No matter how smart I can be men still call me their bitch. 

No rope around my neck, but the bruises from my ancestry are still there

And the tree growing in my garden? It was watered by their tears

Limp and lifeless bodies hanging from that same tree

They were the strange hanging fruit that years later fed me.

Their blood watered the soil, confirmed the turmoil

Fast forward and our blood still does the same

As boys pack gats, and pull triggers, hold dead bodies till they stiffen from rigour.

Falling victim to the system, continuing to be society's nigger.

Who would have figured, we'd turn around and enslave ourselves?

So like Trayvon Martin I scream for help.

Like Troy Davis I fall victim to the judicial system

Dreams getting shot down with him, Thank you Mr. King for living

Thank you Mr. X for not holding back a breath, now I move mountains, Thank you Malcolm

Thank you Jesus, with faith like a mustard seed, I lead.
The Visible Minority Speaks.

TRAYVON MARTIN

Months ago it was Troy Davis.
Now it's Trayvon Martin.

My heart hurts. My mind is racing with thoughts. And none of them are good.
I've been following this story from the beginning and I've become less hopeful in the justice system, it police, in authority figures and just people in general.

If you haven't yet, please sign the petition at change.org for the arrest or Trayvon's murderer.

A poem might come from this. I can feel it.
School is crazy busy as it is approaching the end of the semester but I promise you all, I will have something to say.

Peace and Blessings !

new tumblr

Visible Minority- Tumblr


Well, not NEW but I'm definitely writing my thoughts and feelings more often on this thing. It's an easier way to follow me I guess. Check it out, follow if you like and hit me up for a follow back :)

I am TIRED of arguing with negative people.

When good things happen, I hate when people become so skeptical and pessimistic. Do you seriously have that little faith in people? Are you willing to accept that behind every action of kindness there has to be some type of negative motivation? Yes, it is unusual that there is a sky rocket of aid, and willingness, and support in this Kony 2012 initiative. But maybe that's cause there are more people like ME who have had enough. Who are willing to give. Who won't let people die. And believe me, I have no other motivation other than my respect for humanity and my hatred for evil. There are still good people in the world. Out of 7 billion folk on the planet, a couple hundred thousand still want to be revolutionaries.

KONY 2012

I need EVERYONE to check this video out!
It honestly warms my heart to know that there are still good people in the world. Me personally, I can't just sit at watch good things happen. I need to be a part of it. I am encouraging everyone who sees this post to click the link. Watch this video, and change the world.  Please. Don't sit back and do nothing.

http://vimeo.com/invisible/kony2012

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THANK YOU

I just want to say thank you to the people who actually watched my youtube video. I mean, you were nice enough to give me 4 minutes of your time to hear something important to me. I could have been 1 person or 10000 people. Nevertheless, I love it. I love you. And I thank you !

Rest In Peace

Rest in Peace to one of music's greatest legends. I'm sad today to know that my musical hero has left us. I trust that God knows what He's doing with this one, no matter how hard it may be to understand. Whitney Houston has left an unimaginable impact in the music world. Even in Hollywood with her movies. My personal favourite was her role in Waiting to Exhale. I pray for the family and friends, and hope that they will be alright. My sincerest sympathies.

Rest in Peace Whitney Houston.

CHECK IT OUT!

My poem is on Youtube :)
Check it out everyone !!!
Rate, comment, like, etc.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=TViysAFXg28

New Poem - 'For a Black Girl'

So Ajax High School is doing this women's empowerment program for one of their Black History Month events and I was asked to do a poem for them. I finally finished writing it! Now it's real conversational so it's the delivery which makes it so much better but still, I want to share the words with whoever is willing to read it :) So check it out!

For a Black Girl

“You know what? You’re very pretty for a Black girl”

Now… what the hell is that supposed to mean?

As if the beauty of black women doesn’t really exist.

Oh, I get it; we aren’t the ‘standard’ so we don’t count.

Living in a society founded on institutions

That sees us as a couple steps behind evolution

Cause we’re nothing but monkeys right?

I look different so I’m that ‘exotic’ type…

As men from different races and places fantasize

With all their crazes about the crazy things I can do! …Well…

But, it’s because of the way I am portrayed

As my kind twists up their waists with smiles of their faces

Ironically of all the places,

Networks like BET promote the degradation of women like me

See I am tired.

With bags under my eyes every time a piece of our dignity dies

As I see young black girls use in between their thighs to justify their worth

So she lies… on her back.

Cause she as too afraid to lift her head and puff up her chest

See diamonds deserve diamonds but she was convinced she deserved less.

And you could tell by the way that she walked and the way that she dressed

That her mentality was foreign to progress and success

Young girl you can do better.

But hold up, wait. See, not only are we ass shakers but we are class failures

Cause “I’m too cool to be an Ontario scholar.

If I’m busy in my books, boys wont even try to holler.”

So… you’re saying your type of man likes you dumb?

You might want to question the type of man you’re taking that from

Cause darling, if he can’t appreciate a beautiful mind

Then he isn’t worth your thoughts let alone your time.

See the most dangerous thing to a society like ours is an educated Black woman

So please don’t fall into the negative stereotype

I’m only going to tell you right

Believe it or not, life is isn’t  on your side.

And there are even teachers who don’t think you’re going to make it

But they sure will fake it. See, they won’t say it to your face

So prove them wrong one day and lift your hands for something other than a bathroom break- for your sake, embrace the privilege of being educated.

It is the most powerful weapon you possess

I cannot stress that enough.

Life will already be hard because of what you are.

Don’t make it worse by compromising who you are.

So when they say shoot for the sky,

No. Take that extra step and reach for the stars

Cause those things are past the planets

And a lot further than they would have planned it

So don’t let no one take you for granted

Not  even yourself.

Cause true wealth lies with what was initially on the shelf

So don’t settle for what’s left.

The right direction only takes the bravery of the 1^st step

Cause you are only as great as you let yourself become

So take those stars that you were aiming for

And let them be your throne

And look down in satisfaction that you did this all on your own

Use the earth as your footstool

Cause it’s your right to rule your life

And use those low expectations as fuel to lift you to new heights

Cause when you think about it.

When you really  think about it.

This is your time. This is your world.

So when they look upon the greatness

Let them know it was created

By who they considered just a ‘Black girl’

looking for a good laugh?

lol. i suggest you follow my twitter.

@MyLiberatedMind


dooooo it.

GUESS WHAT

THE MIX IS BACK FOR ANOTHER SEMESTER!
*this is the part were everyone goes buck wild*

yes yes yes folk. We are BACK in the studios! With better songs, more interviews, hilarious conversation, and more.

Check us out every friday evening from 5-6 on spiritlive.net and click LISTEN LIVE.

This month we are honouring Black History so there is a lot of things going on!
ALSO, stay tuned for our up coming poetry segment. And be sure to listen to me drop some knowledge on the microphone!

#TEAMTORONTO If you are a Toronto artist looking for exposure, hit me up. my contact information is on my blog. We can get you heard across the online radio waves of Ryerson University!

#PrayingForSharon

So the other day, a family who I go to church with had their house broken into and it was devastating for them. I got me and some of people to go on twitter and tweet #PrayingForSharon (the mother seeing that i am better acquainted with her) just to show the family some support. It got huge. So many people were tweeting! God is so good, and people are so supportive! if any one knows ANYTHING about who did this please please please call the police. Cause that shit aint cool. Check out the news cast! She got on Global AND CityTV.

Sharon's News Story. CLICK THIS LINK TO WATCH