Sunday, April 29, 2012

South Central Los Angeles

This doesnt belong to us, they say. This place is gone. We lost it without a struggle

To the people that are one of us but not. A blacker people... A destructive people. Who call us brother but then stab us. Who call us sister but then betray us.

This place is gone they say, but I dont see it that way. It is still ours but out of our control. Like ones hand grabs at water, we loose it. We learned how to control the element. We can control our own.

Bars for Days

Leaving you behind

So you don't like my progression? You don't like my new out look on life

Are you mad because I changed my path and decided not to be a hood wife?

My look no longer suits you but I don't mind. Your brain is in the gutter so will be your eyes.

What a sad sight. Yet you look at me like I didn't do something right. :-/

 I'm moving on child. My life is calling me. Can you open your heart and see what I see?

Maybe then you can progress and join me but for now admire my beautiful back as I leave.