Semblance

The word to best describe the USA for today, and, really, all of its history is semblance. The definition of semblance is: “the outward appearance or apparent form of something, especially when the reality is different.” The USA has a semblance of freedom, a semblance of equality, a semblance of order and a semblance of wealth and prosperity.

Semblance.

How is there freedom when the government conducts arbitrary phone taps and satelites watch our every move?

How is there freedom or equality when we have the highest incarceration rates in the world that disproportionately affect black and brown people?

How is there equality when a young black man named Trayvon Martin can literally get killed for nothing and a white skinned boy named Nikolas Cruz can kill 17 people in his high school and still live?

How is there equality when droves of Latinos get deported or killed on their way over, doing exactly what the USA’s founders did, i.e. immigrate, but Latinos today do it with far less violence and destruction than our country’s founders did?

How is there order when those sworn to enforce it, like officer Jeronimo Yanez can kill an unarmed black man like Philando Castile and not get sent jail?

How are US citizens wealthy or prosperous when those in the top 2% of the wealth category own nearly everything and a vast percentage of US citizens live in trailer parks, the projects or are in debt?

Semblance.

The media tell great lies. Be aware. Know the truth. Most importantly, educate, elevate and empower yourself. Your destiny lies in yours and God’s hands, and most definitely not in the hands of a politician.

Ode to Black Woman

Strong.
Beautiful.
Black.
Free.

We are nothing without you.
You are nothing without me.
We.

The Universe placed us here
with melanin in our skin.
Mother, sister, wife, daughter, kin;
All contained within.

The chalice.
Your hips and thighs
widen eyes
that seek pleasure.

Men of all kinds,
erect buildings
for your buried treasure.
Even hope could not measure
the desire for you.

You are more than your
honey dips,
buttocks,
breasts,
and thighs.

Your eyes reveal secrets
lost in time,
of when nature was prime.
I see the Universe
in your irises.

Your pupils are surrounded
by star-lit galaxies.
You bend space and time
when I marvel at your beauty.
Mother nature weeps when you cry.

Some time back,
white man
raped you,
whipped you,
killed you,
and stole your baby.

We watched.
We cried.
We apologized.
We fought.
Some of us died.
All of us died,
inside.

We were from separate lands,
joined in color.
White man started hatred for us
out of jealousy.

500 years of slavery,
and, here we are.
Somewhat wiser,
but never healed.

Oh! To go back to our ancestor’s field
and blow up the colonizer’s ship
and set them on fire!
That would be my greatest desire.

But time doesn’t travel back.

So, all I can do is
hold,
love,
cherish,
you.

Wipe away your tears.
Assuage your fears.
And, keep you near.

And, never let white man run away with you,
again.

Meet the King of Royal G

Royalty is in my blood. I’m a descendant of the warrior king Botri of Ghana. To this day, the chief of my village Ziope in Ghana must be chosen from my family. I pray to God daily. I speak to my ancestors. They say, “honor us.” So, I do.

In essence, we are all royalty. We are all descendants of the first man, Adam. His blood is in our veins. I’m on a mission to get people to reclaim their royalty and start living like it, hence my company, Royal G.

It’s pretty self explanatory. Those who are affiliated are royalty and the “G” stands for Ghana, gentleman, gangster or a G in colloquial terms. Ladies can be Royal Gs too. There’s nothing more attractive than a woman who wears her crown and owns it too.

We welcome all people with positive energy, good vibes and loving hearts. Basically, we accept all people who wear their crowns with honor. Join our Royal Tribe and come celebrate life with us at our events. Salute.

Common Logic

[The day I met Logic in 2010 at WMUC]

In case you didn’t know, Logic made the song “Common Logic/Midnight Marauder” off his mixtape Welcome to Forever for me. I told him back then Midnight Marauders was the first album I ever bought, which made me fall in love with music and was probably the reason I was a hip hop head and a DJ at all. He made me a couple other songs too, which sit on my hard drive that I’ve never shared.

Most people don’t know the extent of me and Logic’s relationship. Back then, on the come up, he was dead broke. I bought him food pretty much every day. I bought him a phone and paid the bill so he could make and keep connections. I drove him to studios, record labels, shows, etc and never asked for gas money. I bought him his 1st pair of Jordans like he said in that Complex interview plus other clothing. He slept at my house when he had no place to go some nights. Basically, I was his main source of support. It was me and Big Lenbo who held him down.

I still don’t know why he cut me off entirely. I left the team because I didn’t feel the vibe. I knew they were going to blow up too but I wasn’t feeling the energy. If my heart’s not in it, the rest of me will leave soon afterwards. He offered to pay me bread but I didn’t even want money. I just wanted to preserve the connection so I could build off it.

But, he hasn’t texted me back for years and conveniently left me out of his Rapture documentary, even though we worked together and I DJ’d with him every day for about two years and was eventually named President of Operations. I still haven’t watched the documentary. I can’t explain his cold shoulder. My friends theorize but I guess you’ll have to ask him. I suppose some people don’t like to share credit or the spotlight. Keep in mind, I did nothing negative to this man.

At the end of the day, I’m happy a young man like Logic who came from nothing and worked so hard, now has something. He earned it. And I’m proud I played a big part in it, whether or not I get credit. The people who were there will never deny what it was.

The Lord works in mysterious ways lol. All the lessons I’ve learned were preparation for the team I’m working with now. I believe in showing vs. telling. Just keep watching lol. I believe God’s greatness along with mine and my team’s will be evident. My story is far from finished. I’m just beginning. No matter what happens, with God and my ancestors guiding me, I’ll be very happy with my word and honor in tact. With my infinite blessings, there is only room for gratefulness to God, no hate.

Romance Roulette

I wrote her a love poem
She said it needed more punctuation
The spacing was off

I met her at a lounge
and bought her Chardonnay
Took her home
and played her Marvin Gaye
She wouldn’t stay
It was past her bed time

Days, weeks, months
Dinner, lunch
All the while
questions posing

Who?
What?
Where?
When?
Why?
How?

I am not a journalist
She sold insurance
Risk management
Fear-mongering
She probably voted for Trump
I never asked

I just wanted to fill her glass
and palm her ass
Honeyed hips
and dimples
Her smile lit rooms
With eyes like wild flowers
in bloom
I longed to kiss her

She taught me how to dance
She believed in romance
To love is to woo
Light pockets wouldn’t let me do
what I wanted to

She took me gambling
Gave me a free chip
I lost it on the first turn
She sat in my lap
As the roulette wheel kept spinning
she lost everything

I shared a dream with her
She didn’t believe
That was enough for me

I would edit but
She doesn’t know the significance of a period.

Kiss from a Rose

Girls always want more flowers
until the final rose on the grave
DAMN.
Seal

Fear died and hope lived
when I kissed her the first time
Her lips opened my eyes
to the galaxies within
and the Universe without
her
empty

Fire burned in the absinth/absence
of her presence
A constant surprise gift
Holding her but still missed

She asked where she was
I could not see her
Staring into space in front of me
She sees someone else

For this
there is no cure