Nude Noir

Ask me WHY I WRITE, and I'll proudly tell you that, I, have issues. Issues like one who's a crackhead, A DOPEFIEND — an A-D-D-I-C-T an — ADDICT.

I'm, addicted to this ball point needle, daily, I shoot up and reach my high. I'm, floating on Jupiter ... Lyrically —It’s crazy, because I be at home,in the mirror,posing naked,in empty spaces,to embrace my curves,at different angles —just because I love my vessel,and the skin I’m in.

It feels like home.“As it should” —most who are actually ignorant, would say this.

Blessed to be in my own zone — HOUSTALANTAVEGAS. But if you haven’t realized,nowadays, things really seem to go down,a very different way.

Yes.Ima say this. I can’t hesitate,speaking on present fateto nurture your fakeness,it’s relevance is transparent.I can’t be a fraud. I’ve literally waited YEARS,TO COME BACK AND FINALLY SAY THIS.So, I hope you don’t just HEAR ME,BUT YOU FEEL ME,WHEN I EXHALE TO SAY THIS —

I am,the grey area within the black,and white spectrum of a color wheel,let my records play.

The area where I feel most comfortable,and I don’t have to hide behind doors,shields or brick walls on a daily base. We walk around prideful,like lions in a jungle,make noise,but never rumble.Tell me what you really know,about the KING OF THE JUNGLE!?

He gotta be humble,and down to earth,or his empire will fumble.And Mother Earth will make it hurt.You know?Like,when you get MERKED,HURT and PUT IN THE DIRT? The QUEEN runs the scene, because she IS the BOARD.So, she can move,how she sees,and make decreesas she struts the black,and white keys playing tone.

In fact,I don’t have to hide at all,because I’ve found comfort,within my temporary home —as a being and a woman,in a real wicked way.I have POWER,so I come off sick and crooked,in a different,dangerous way.

I am a FLAME.Spark me up,I’ll light the way.Embody my energy,in a compulsive way.

I’m a different addict,I SHOOT UP WITH INK.

I often look at the clock, and it’ll say 513.Every 7 years,I’m a gift to thee.Grounded as an earth sign, so I’m fixed.Mother Earth is fruitful.I’m her kid.

Almost got called home,To The Most High at 7.But he said, “I kid, I kid”.The 7th day is Sabbath, but on the 8th Day, He Let Me Live.

My Life path 4, Ima teacher.Mama stressed education.I Am A Messenger.I Have Obligations.

That’s weight my mother wasn’t meant to carry. So I was next to see, a destiny with great responsibilities.I AM A Zulu Queen.Done fought a lot of battles,warrior tatted on me. I became my FIRST,and ONLY best friend.I had befriended my reflection.Drowned in my image,and adored my complexion.

Initially, others felt neglected,thinking I move selfish,when really I’m SELFLESS,cause seeing and knowing YOU,is transparent to me.LOOK, I’M YOUR REFLECTION.

I’m BLESSED MAN —My Tongue Speak Foreign,Fluently — I’m Flexing.Yes, I’m The Best Man.Come To Find Out,Ima Veteran. Remember not to walk by sight,but by FAITH. Everything happens for a reason, we proclaim.But do we understand this, in an artistic way?

If you’re a painter, and you stroke your brush,with colored water, and you knock over your cleansing jar —your masterpiece is “destroyed”.

Or at least what you thought you were the master of —

But listen!The energy within self,chooses it’s own fate,in the most purest way,due to incomplete thoughts,and jaded decisions.

Just pay attention.

Waiting for a man, who they framed on a wall, and called it candid.

Wasting time focusing on a false canvas.Someone who really loves you, won’t leave you abandoned.

How blind can you really be?We’re indigenous to this earth,WE WROTE THE COMMANDMENTS.

613.6 + 1 is 7,1+ 3 is 4.The study of numbers, is numerology.7 is completion, that we don’t seek.4 is to teach.Morality is in your DNA. Guilt is an inclination triggered, against the grain.

I had to find peace within self to find MY TRUTH.

Understanding that I Am Also A Man, but with breasts to nourish you, and a harvesting WOMB.

Man must seek God to find HIS TRUTH.Woman is the greatest creation.She inhabits innovation.

And fuck all that other bullshit,I don’t believe in ghosts or spooks. I AM A GOD.I’M YA MOMS AND POPS, TOO.