The Break-Up

Everyone was so excited to see me settling down. Some weren't. But, to speak without really speaking on what happened these last three months without giving too many details, here is my newest poem entitled -



THE BREAK-UP
So many rhymes
So many lines
And I gave them all away
To you
Good riddance
Too many times
Too much of my life
You took it all away
For you
To leave hidden
A little more wine
And you're a little more fine
So I have to drink
For me
To want to hit it
A little too much wine
And you're so much less fine
So please don't drink
So you
Can still get it
What if I missed my life
What if I missed my wife
Just by being polite
Sometime doing what's nice
Isn't doing what's right
So tonight
Let's fight
With all our might
Against polite
Against fright
Miller light
And vodka on ice
Forget nice
This is life
Wrong is never right


So I left


Let me add - This is fiction. I was inspired by these last three months. I am changed for the better and I have no regrets. Everything I write (even a poem directly to a person) is an absolute truth. Truth is in your perspective and what YOU get out of my writing. I know my friends and readers get many different things. So, while I cannot hold back my writing from anyone, I do have to be clear that this poem is very dramatic. My relationship and the end of it was dramatic and that is all. I love all my friends (including exes who still wish to speak to me) for they make me who I am.

Thank you for reading. Never bitter. Never hateful. Just exhaling.


Brother you are a mess. You did not have to post the break up on the blog. That may hurt old girls feelings. The poem was tight though. It broke it all down for eall to understand
Love

Sis

That was tight as hell. Way to free yourself my brotha.

Of Course I had to respond. Please remember a poem is just a poem at times. A writer has to come up with words that rhyme and lines that come together to make a good poem. This can cause a situation to not be described completely. We had our good times and agreed we would not change knowing each other for anything. Also it was a mutual decision to break up Jas did not leave. After reading the poem last night I had to call and I’m glad we had the chance to talk and have decided to be friends. Jason keep writing your great at it. Oh and I do love Merlot and you do love your vodka mixed with water you were right about that we just had a little too much at times. I have much love for you and you have taught me more than any man has. Even though I know it was time to end the relationship you still are a great friend.

Talk to you later
Nesa

2008 - Some New Year Announcements

OK! I'm back.

It's 2008.

I'm about to be 30.

It's a New Year.

I don't usually make resolutions (mostly because I don't remember to make them until after I 've broken everything I might have thought of previously). Plus, I believe in continual and unending growth. It just so happens though that 2007 was so interesting and changing, I am forced to make some declarations for 2008.


Declaration 1 - I'm coming strong with the N word.

The fact is. Naked-Dickers have become a people onto themselves. Niggahs, I have found to be distinctly different. Niggardom has become vogue. The problem I face is with it being OK to be as trifling, lazy, ignorant and disrespectful (to others and to one's self) as any niggah could ever be defined but it is not OK to say anything about it. It's one thing to leave retards alone. I won't say anything about them. Retards never hurt anyone. But niggahs!!! NIGGAHS!!! These niggahs will be the ruin of modern society. (Watch "Idiocracy")
So know I'mma call you out! And I mean it in a bad way. So be ashamed. Niggahs – I'm talking to you!


Declaration 2 – I'mma fight somebody!

I'm not beefing right now. But I may have been a little too non-confrontational in the recent past. It's about time that I start punking people again. That being said, I am pretty certain I'll have to punch someone in the lip sometime this year. I've been doing pushups and abstaining most of last year. Watch out!

I gotta go now, we don't have to make all our resolutions today. We have a lifetime to learn and grow.


All I have to say is CHUUUUUUUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! AMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I swear your blogs never seem to disappoint

So Deep

Dec 1 - :)
Dec 2 - :(

i like the lovah. be a lovah, not a fightah.

OH I'm a lovah! A TOUGH Lovah. The dark will strike out in response to my light. I'm just going to have to strike back sooner or later.

Poetry from the Last Poets

This is not mine, but I was watching "Poetic Justice" ...

These are The Last Poets (If you don't know...) I used to try to bogard my Dad's albums and listen to them. (I heard them too!) AND...

Declaration 3 (For 1 and 2 ) - There will be poetry this year.
In Abundance!
With no further ado

Niggers Are Scared Of Revolution
Umar Bin Hassan


Niggers are scared of the revolution
But niggers shouldn't be scared of the revolution
Because the revolution is nothing but change
And all niggers do is change
Niggers come in from work and change into pimping clothes
And hit the streets to make some quick change
Niggers change their hair from black to red to blond
And hope like hell that their looks will change
Niggers kill other niggers
Just because one didn't receive the correct change
Niggers change from men to women
From women to men
Niggers change, change, change
You hear niggers say
Things are changing, Things are changing
Yeah, things are changing
Niggers change into black nigger things
Black nigger things that go through all kinds of changes
The change in the day that makes them rant and rave
Black power, black power
And the change that comes over them at night
As they sigh and moan
White thighs, ooohh, white thighs
Niggers are always going through bullshit change
But when it comes to real change
Niggers are scared of the revolution

Niggers are actors, niggers are actors
Niggers act like they are in a hurry
To catch the first act of the great white hope
Niggers try to act like Malcolm
And when the white man
Doesn't react to them like he did Malcolm
Niggers want to act violently
Niggers act so cool and slick
Causing white people to say
What makes you niggers act like that?
Niggers act like you ain't never seen nobody act before
But when it comes to acting out revolution
Niggers say "I can't dig them actions!
Niggers are scared of the revolution

Niggers are very untogether people
Niggers talk about getting high
And riding around in Els
Niggers should get high and ride to hell
Niggers talk about pimping
Pimping that, pimping what
Pimping your's, pimping mine
Just to be pimping, is a helluva line
Niggers are very untogether people
Niggers talk about the mind
Talk about my mind is stronger than yours
I got that bitch's mind up tight
Niggers don't know a damn thing about the mind
Or they'd be right
Niggers are scared of the revolution

Niggers fuck, Niggers fuck, fuck, fuck
Niggers love the word fuck
They think they're so fucking cute
They fuck you around
The first thing they say when they're mad – fuck it!!
You play a little too much with them
They say fuck you!
When it's time to tcb
Niggers are somewhere fucking
Try and be nice to them
They fuck over you
Niggers don't realize while they're doing all this fucking
They're getting fucked around
And when they do realize, It's too late
So niggers just get fucked up

Niggers talk about fucking
Fucking that, fucking this, Fucking your's, fucking my sis
Not knowing what they're fucking for
They ain't fucking for love and appreciation
Just fucking to be fucking
Niggers fuck
White thighs, black thighs, yellow thighs, brown thighs
Niggers fuck ankles when they ran out of thighs
Niggers fuck Sally, Linda and Sue
And if you don't watch out
Niggers will fuck you
Niggers would fuck fuck it could be fucked
But when it comes to revolutionary causes
Niggers say – fuck revolution!
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers are players, Niggers are players, are players
Niggers play, football, baseball, and basketball
While the white man
Is cutting off their balls
When the niggers' play ain't tight enough
To play with some black thighs
Niggers play with white thighs
To see if they still have some play left
And when there ain't no white thighs to play with
Niggers play with themselves
Niggers tell you they're ready to be liberated
But when you say let's go take our liberation
Niggers reply – I was just playin'!
Niggers are playing with revolution
And losing
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers do a lot of shooting, Niggers do a lot of shooting
Niggers shoot off at the mouth
Niggers shoot pool, niggers shoot craps
Niggers cut around the corners, And shoot down the street
Niggers shoot sharp glances at white women
Niggers shoot dope into their arm
Niggers shoot guns and rifles for New Year's Eve
(A new year that is coming in
The white police will do more shooting at them)
Where are niggers when revolution needs some shots?
Yeah you know, Niggers are somewhere shooting the shit
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers are lovers, Niggers are lovers, are lovers
Niggers love to see Clark Gable make love to Marilyn Monroe
Niggers love to see Tarzan fuck all the natives
Niggers to hear the Lone Ranger yell, Hi ho, Silver!
Niggers love commercials, Niggers love commercials
Oh, how niggers love commercials
"You can take niggers out of the country but,
You can't take the country out of niggers!!"
Niggers are lovers, are lovers, are lovers
Niggers loved to hear Malcolm rap
But they didn't love Malcolm
Niggers love everything but themselves
But I'm a lover too, yes I'm a lover too
I love niggers, I love niggers, I love niggers
Because niggers are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggers go through changes, Love to see niggers act
Love to see niggers make them plays, And shoot the shit
But there is one thing about niggers I do not love
Niggers are scared of revolution!



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