When I felt moms tryin to explain me to my dad while I was still in her belly, I knew this life shit wasn’t gonna be no fuckin cake walk for me.
Picked on from a very early age by my brothers and sista’s, I learned how to instill fear in people,,, because for a time, I feared my brothers and sisters…
Until I started swingin back.
I felt empowered when my knuckles connected with someone’s body part… swingin for the trees with all my might and big kid weight behind my unusually large hands.
By the time I was 9 years old, I had a decent knuckle game thanks to my brother Butch who neva laid a finga on me cept when we would spar on the roof of the building or if he was showin me how to back you down on the post up. On Saturday mornins, Butch would sit on the stoop of our building, taking side bets as he'd watch me, his baby sis practice knocking-out grown men with sleeper holds in the hallway at 756 Hewitt Place….
Mothers Day Dream 2011
5:44 AM
I was allowed to film an ongoing family feud.
It was dusk
I was in a place that could have been an old town in spain; maybe Mexico, brazil or the south bronx once upon a time… Shit take yo pick
I was following a man about 5’11”, 185 lbs., brown skin with black curly hair.
He was dressed in a burlap, long sleeve, sweat stained, pullover, v neck shirt with a red hanker chief tied around his neck.
His white cotton pants fit him tight just like his burlap shirt and although it was getting dark fast as I followed him into what seemed to be the entrance of a court yard, I could see his strong upper body build and the blade of the knife in his hand.
The man was of Latin decent. Whatever was fueling his intent in this court yard tonight, felt almost as old as the language he mumbled under his breathe and as passionate as one’s last breathe of life. Shit, seem like whenever shit getting ready to jump off, the latin cats always got a blade ready to cut cho ass into papaya…
to be continued
You are my Doo
My everything
The most magnificent…
Indeed.
I stopped asking “why” when life happens a long fuckin time ago.
I hope you make this exception to me just asking.
I really feel like I need to know bout this here so, pardon me if it sounds like I’m questioning or that I got shit “twisted” when it comes to who the fuck is in charge…Because I know that YOU are in charge….
I just wanna know why I keep eating these fuckin chocolate fuckin chocolate, gluten free mutha fuckin “UDI’S” muffins?
Does this shit have herion or cocaine or sum shit in it to make me not just want one but, TWO of dem muthafuckas in one sitting?
Huh?
Wha?
I’m just saying….
Them shits are good.
Your student
Sheba Legend
