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Monday, December 28, 2009

Habari Gani?!?!



What is the news? I plan to ask and answer that question several times this week as I celebrate one of my favorite holidays, Kwanzaa!
On UMOJA (unity) I was seriously pondering over the concept of Black Unity and how it could ever possibly exist in America. Black folks have so many societal elements that divide us and keep us from coming together. It's almost like a high school full of cliques who hate each other for no real reasons. The light skinned people vs. the dark, the young vs. the old, the men vs. the women, the Deltas vs. the AKA's, the ballers vs. the broke, the uppity vs. the ghetto, the scholars vs. the ignorant and I could go on and on for miles with a list of reasons why we don't work together. The common denominator that SHOULD bring us all together is our AFRIKAN heritage, but many Black people in America are either ashamed of it or don't acknowledge it at all. It's a sad state of affairs... If we could begin to focus on the beautiful and deeply important common ground that we all stand upon we could begin to take the first step towards true unity.
That night I went to poetry at The Lyric Cafe in North Miami and it was a chill event. I did not perform because performing poets had to pay $5.00 for admission. I have a personal belief that prevents me from paying to perform anywhere. I know they got bills to pay and I respect that, that's why I paid $10.00 and enjoyed the show in the audience. I enjoyed being in the audience and one of the poets that stood out to me the most was Talia. She has got flava and her metaphors are quite clever. I will keep her on my radar. I went with one of my longtime besties Precious (P-Lo)Moore and it was sooooo good to hang with her again. We were inseparable in the late nineties.
Last night I went to a gathering to celebrate my favorite principle KUJICHAGULIA (self-determination). This principle is important to me because this is something that I will strive for every day of my life. I want to have a clear definition of who I am what I stand for and what I contribute to this world. This can only be done by me and for me and so I went to this event alone. It was held at the private residence of Dr. Wilie Myles and hosted by Kwame Afoh. The event was informative and we listened to people who are doing work in our communities to improve the lives of Black people and exchanged ideas in open dialogue. One of the groups present was N'COBRA. )National Coalition of Blacks for Reparations in America) Also, Prophet performed a poem that was clever and added slight humor to the usually very serious business of being a Black man. I was a little apprehensive about going at first because the email blast said it was at a private home, but I am so thankful I did just take a chance and go anyway. It was a good step for me in the process of owning my identity. Ya dig?
I'm going to a lecture tonight and then to the SOULCIAL!!! I am excited!

Friday, December 25, 2009

I must've been a bad girl...


Cuz santa wack ass ain't brang me shit!
But I am not mad at all... I really can't rock with Giftmas anyway, for many spiritual, historical and logical reasons that I'd rather not get into. I am however glad to be reminded of the love that can be shared between people when they are united for a greater good. This time the greater good is the "christmas spirit." This spirit motivates people to perform random acts of kindness and be more giving and charitable and for that I sho' ain't mad. I am a Kwanzaa enthusiast, and proud participant and I look forward to lighting my first candle tomorrow and recommitting myself to those 7 principles!
None the less... I had a fun time with my family in Carol City laughing and eating and drinking! Auntie made me some greenz without the swine and I was feelin' fine. I really try to make sure that in my own home we don't get caught up in the commercialism and materialistic focus of most Americans during the holiday season. I am a year round shopper so I don't really have to go crazy in December to fulfill some gingerbread laced daydream of sugar plums and shit. It has to be about balance if there is going to be any progress. Looking at those people in the malls scrambling to get gifts, I'm saddened slightly because they will be the subject on CNN next month when they report the foreclosure numbers. And honey I am not tryinah be in that number! If you are a christian than celebrate the "birthday" of your saviour and hopefully that involves paying your bills this month...
aiight ya'll... I'm gonna holla atchu 2moro...
and that's what it is...

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Insprational Gangsta Sh!t



I wanna thank my girl Terri Meredith a great poet and host for inspiring my pen this month. The Jan VNV Cash Slam is coming on the 1st Thursday of the year and she is starting the year so hard. This is a no holds barred, cut throat, bring out ya big guns, so you think you got skills, battle. Let me first say that I SUCK at slams, royally! The only two slams I have ever won in my entire career have been because of other competitors going over the time limits. I know that I have been blessed with a great gift and I love to display it before an audience, but the reason why my Granny always made me rehearse so much is because-- there is always somebody better! I look forward to showing out at this slam but I will admit I am scared shitless. I choke when it's time to compete. I'd rather just share for the sake of sharing, but there is something about this competition that has me really fired up. It's like a new year and a new start and a chance to start 2010 showing the S. Fla poetry fam how big Maha's balls really are. (not that I have actual testicles but you dig where I'm comin from)
I hope I don't chicken out and I can share sommah deez gangsta ass lyrics I wrote last nite. I really went hard and used the words "hoe, bitch, and phuck" quite a bit. I'm so refined... lol
I'll keep you posted...