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[shesleepsndreams-blog]

Only a Good Beauty Parlor Away

So I’m moving again. Mow Mow Mow =^.^=  

I’ve had people criticize the life I lead, but I have yet to experience any significant wisdom from them. 

Well wait, that wouldn’t be entirely true.

I’ve had one of these people tell me 

“You should always keep money in your pocket, it keeps the spirits off of ya.” 

Another has said 

“You have to listen to your parents, when you get older, they will understand where they messed up. It is not for you to correct their parenting.” 

I’m sipping on this Cranberry Lemonade slushie

Gotta keep the UTIs away  

But, yeeeeaaah, so what do you remember people telling ya , that stuck with ya, or that you just rejected altogether? 

How have these rejections or acknowledgements of their opinions affected you? 

I’m here to listen ~ I also hope you’ll enjoy my ballsy diy photo shoot on the train in Denver. 

Love ya kitches ~~ xoxo

[tumblingout]

Givin’ Some Head

Nigga, let me give you some head, And fill your head with thoughts about the world. Let me give you some brain, As I explain the way you have been blinded. Let me keep you grounded, by breaking you from your mental slavery, Nigga your dick is a key to history. You don't even know about your forefathers, your ancestry. You never got told about how their dicks got passed around By being measured pound for pound, They'd pay a pound to make sure your nigga babies would work hard. So while you search for ways to keep your wood hard, Let me tell you about your fore skin...your forefathers' skin. Rich with melaninlike strength, Your grand daddy's strife was his legacy. Instead of acquiring some inane supremacy, He passed down his blackness. Your blackness. He gave you life with his chafed hands and suffering, As he hanged from the limbs of anarchy And provided for his family. He made-do with what he was given. But, huh...nigga you just tryina get some head. But let me give you this head.

Let me tell you about your favourite moniker, This use of the word "nigger". This name you have chosen to share with your friends, And contradictorily hurl as an insult. Be it known that it was never yours to appropriate. It was meant to disparage. It informed a race that they were Never Intended for Greatness, but to be Given Eternal Racism.... Given the Apartheid. We suffer a hatred yet to be justified. Your chocolate skin was kissed with the mark of contempt, By the housewives of massas gone. Your nigger skin was meant to be forlorn. Nigga, are you listening to what I've been swallowing? I have choked on this reckoning since my dawning. So let me give you this head.

Let me tell you about how all these young men got shot and killed In the name of stolen, yet bestowed privileges. These men were shot for their darkness, While you embarked on your conquests. As you sat and devoured the lies cooked by the media, About how you should dress, and which rapper to fawn over, These men became victims of victimisation. Can we please not become another statistic? Are our bodies not brandished enough by the chains and whips? Are these modern day shackles to be never unlocked, As another brother gives in and cocks his glock? Brother, free yourself from your mental slavery. It's time for you to break...free. We are living in a time where we need to unite, Not with harsh words but with a peaceful fight. Standing side by side, with our brothers and sisters, Our skin should not be seen as a form of resistance. It is time to fall in love with humanity, As you get love from the human in me... I'm trying to give you the head that you need. But, unless you listen...I'm just gonna batting my lips, And failing in givin' some head.

13/12/14

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