cornballs

ive seen it all...
poets who praise martin luther king
then provoke physical altercations because someone stepped on their shoes.

poets who speak about love and respect
then offer sexual favors as a means to feel better about themselves

it's hit the fan ya'll. 2005 has started off with guns blazing and our word slangers contradicting themselves. i ain't no saint. i am insecure. and untrusting and perfectly imperfect. but i strive for more. i strive for an awakening. amongst my people. and women. a uprising against the unjust. i am working my fingers to the nub for a little something more. i want my daughter to be happy in her skin. happy with her life. happy with her choices, no matter how much they hurt. i want her to believe in herself - because i believe in her. because i believe in her.

i figure if i say it more than once it'll become like a mantra -- and just happen! im so mad at myself for giving people more credit than they have due. i want to slap the shyt outta people on principle. for mistaken kindness for weakness. it feels better -- the instant gratification of a slap in the face. but i've tried to leave that ghetto ish alone. so i think about the good things in life. amari
myfriends
mygirlstarringinthehbofilmeverydaypeople
mypeopleshavingababygirl125&amy
mylove
meetingbeautifulwomenlikedashafrommilwakee&sonyafromdc
learningdwayneandtamlawillmarry
i think about that...remember the girls that i am working with.
remember the kids i work with for urban word.
and take a deep breath before considering the jump