THANKS (and A mean this MOST SINCERELY)
whene'er
A gotta dig deep
to mine UP! DA VOUDOU
and counter da obeah
u try do
MA SOUL WELL
SPRINGS DEEPER
and
MA TALENT
BEAMS SHINER
DA LOVE
that bin CUDDLING ME
from ALL OVER
since u set out dis marnin'
come try me sah,
is mo' than A eva coulda
ask GOD fah.
so whene'er you ain't busy
which seem like
e'ryday tah MI,
stop on by
and test MI!
SEEN?
AIIGHT!!!!!!!
(a always fancied Ma Self A PIMP,
but Ma bank balance always
crawled with
A BLOODY CRIPPLED LIMP.
but in this moment of awakening,
Am slowly beginning
de realizing
u'se MA garden tool)
A gotta dig deep
to mine UP! DA VOUDOU
and counter da obeah
u try do
MA SOUL WELL
SPRINGS DEEPER
and
MA TALENT
BEAMS SHINER
DA LOVE
that bin CUDDLING ME
from ALL OVER
since u set out dis marnin'
come try me sah,
is mo' than A eva coulda
ask GOD fah.
so whene'er you ain't busy
which seem like
e'ryday tah MI,
stop on by
and test MI!
SEEN?
AIIGHT!!!!!!!
(a always fancied Ma Self A PIMP,
but Ma bank balance always
crawled with
A BLOODY CRIPPLED LIMP.
but in this moment of awakening,
Am slowly beginning
de realizing
u'se MA garden tool)
SmoOoches
BORN ROK'N ILLMATIQUE NAPPY TRESSES™
U BIN WATCHIN HOW A DO THIS
AND IS TODAY U WARN COME TEST ME
A GOT WARRIORS WHO ARE FAKE BLONDS
OTHER WHO ARE REAL ONES
WHO'LL BEEETCHAY SLAP YOU
SO MA PAWS DON'T GET DUTTY
MUAH!
i have just spent 4 hours
http://www.myspace.com/derrick12772
on your page just listing to your playlist, at times random, the rest chosen and just letting the rhythms of the rhymes take me where ever i was to ride
and i write this to say i know it will sound in a wierd way that Supe got me open in a way i do not understand and am not sure i wish to comprehend
SmoOoches, SomaMoja
LAND-O-BAMA
LAND-O-BAMA
SADIE HAWKINS ALL THE GENTRY IN ALABAMA
PARKING LOT PIMP PEACH-GRAIN IN GEORGIA
SAVOR THE PRETTY THAT IS THE BELLES OF KENTUCKY
BEHOLD THE FLO-JO MAJESTY OF MISSOURI
JUKE JOINT JUMP A HONKY-TONK TAVERN IN MISSISSIPPI
ROCK A POUND OF ICE ROLLED DOWN WITH JACK IN TENNESSE
PULL A JUNIOR JOHNSON IN NORTH CAROLINA ON 1-TIME
THEN GLOW AT AMERICAN BEACH IN THE FLORIDA SUNSHINE
HOLLAH PRETTY BWOI, U A IRON STALLION IN TEXAS
ROLL UP WEST VIRGINA AND SMOKE OUT TIL DUSK
MARDI GRAS LIKE NO TAHMARRAW IN LOUIISIANA
EARN A FIRST AMERICAN WARRIOR ETCHING IN OKLAHOMA
MONTICELLO LIKE PARIS IN VIRGINIA
CRUISE THE BACKROADS ON A HARLEY IN SOUTH CAROLINA
CALL A MEETING OF YOUR EMPLOYEES IN D.C.
THEN GO EAT CRAB CAKES IN MARYLAND AND GET FREE
Bin a pleasure having U in Ma $OUTHerNE$T.
Next time brang Yo Frens and We gone do it agin.
12/17/2008 3:20:47 AM©cindyadriennequashie
SADIE HAWKINS ALL THE GENTRY IN ALABAMA
PARKING LOT PIMP PEACH-GRAIN IN GEORGIA
SAVOR THE PRETTY THAT IS THE BELLES OF KENTUCKY
BEHOLD THE FLO-JO MAJESTY OF MISSOURI
JUKE JOINT JUMP A HONKY-TONK TAVERN IN MISSISSIPPI
ROCK A POUND OF ICE ROLLED DOWN WITH JACK IN TENNESSE
PULL A JUNIOR JOHNSON IN NORTH CAROLINA ON 1-TIME
THEN GLOW AT AMERICAN BEACH IN THE FLORIDA SUNSHINE
HOLLAH PRETTY BWOI, U A IRON STALLION IN TEXAS
ROLL UP WEST VIRGINA AND SMOKE OUT TIL DUSK
MARDI GRAS LIKE NO TAHMARRAW IN LOUIISIANA
EARN A FIRST AMERICAN WARRIOR ETCHING IN OKLAHOMA
MONTICELLO LIKE PARIS IN VIRGINIA
CRUISE THE BACKROADS ON A HARLEY IN SOUTH CAROLINA
CALL A MEETING OF YOUR EMPLOYEES IN D.C.
THEN GO EAT CRAB CAKES IN MARYLAND AND GET FREE
Bin a pleasure having U in Ma $OUTHerNE$T.
Next time brang Yo Frens and We gone do it agin.
12/17/2008 3:20:47 AM©cindyadriennequashie
FIRE ONE SHOT
"fiYAH1$h0T"TONIGHT
IN THE MIST
OF THIS RAGING STORM
CALLED
MA LIFETIME,
I STEP INTO
IT'S EYE
AND
IN THE CALM,
I COMPOSED
AND
COMMANDED.
FireOneShot
E SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
aka
E SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
aka
wordslingAH™, Da Kid! ~PLAYAH~
-Pimpology i$ the Principalitie$ of the Hu$tle-
-once begun, difficult ceases to be and transforms into easy-
BROKE PIMP $TYLE$™ ENTERPRISES
2008©cindyadriennequashie
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Granny, I can and am taking CUTE to the bank
As of this typing
Am A Hottie for Sale
on myspace
for
$129, 887
I started out
last week
way $outh
of
one thousand
(and now back to regular programming)
The Day IS Yours To Do That Which You Will.
Doubt ALL who will say FRY-DAZE SUN SET
i$ not Your Winning Trophy Shot.
SmoOoches, SomaMoja
aka
wordslingAH, Da Kid!
Am A Hottie for Sale
on myspace
for
$129, 887
I started out
last week
way $outh
of
one thousand
(and now back to regular programming)
The Day IS Yours To Do That Which You Will.
Doubt ALL who will say FRY-DAZE SUN SET
i$ not Your Winning Trophy Shot.
SmoOoches, SomaMoja
aka
wordslingAH, Da Kid!
RULE OF ENGAGEMENT
is people right
tah mine FOLK bidne$$
as long as
that FOLK
aint Mi
people aint gone
catch a right
tah mine FOLK bidne$$
as long as
that FOLK
aint Mi
people aint gone
catch a right
TOP RANK KNIG
TOP RANKING
the SWAGGER,
that it takes many
an eternity to discover
they shall never
be born with.
P-COCKS,
when THEY STRUT,
(A PRANCE)
ARE NOT SHOWING OFF.
THEY WERE BORN PRETTY!
I am Ms. Buford D Bumpkin and I approve this message.
(massive egos were crushed during the writing of this p.s.a.)
the SWAGGER,
that it takes many
an eternity to discover
they shall never
be born with.
P-COCKS,
when THEY STRUT,
(A PRANCE)
ARE NOT SHOWING OFF.
THEY WERE BORN PRETTY!
I am Ms. Buford D Bumpkin and I approve this message.
(massive egos were crushed during the writing of this p.s.a.)
Guilty of INNOCENCE
A 'ont gi a fuck
wha da charge is
only thang you can find
THIS NEAR
guilty of
is
INNOCENCE
calendar say January
Amma be foh-E-2
Am still shellshock
from $hit understood
when A's TWO
so 'tween all dat,
'round and 'cause dat
Am already fiddy-JUAN-fiddy
you might wanna reconsider yo stance
in da best interest of yo longevity
aiight?
u be easy nah.
repost from http://www.myspace.com/wordslingahdakid
wha da charge is
only thang you can find
THIS NEAR
guilty of
is
INNOCENCE
calendar say January
Amma be foh-E-2
Am still shellshock
from $hit understood
when A's TWO
so 'tween all dat,
'round and 'cause dat
Am already fiddy-JUAN-fiddy
you might wanna reconsider yo stance
in da best interest of yo longevity
aiight?
u be easy nah.
repost from http://www.myspace.com/wordslingahdakid
A response
A response to The Ten Mack Commandments from www.jjheffner.com dated Saturday, November 22, 2008
i love LEARNING and even though this manual is not meant for me ( am not a mack just a simple ole lady and ARTISTE with saggy titties)
I found it VERY informative from the stand point of most manuals and other so-called self help and improvement publications. It's always interesting and fascinating in nature to see the rules humans make in order to ensure that they and the way they live is top of the charts; as if the only option for all others to aspire to achieve.
So from an anthropological observation standpoint, this manual, like its counterparts can only serve best only it's author's interests. These works give far more insight into the being presenting them as guides for others to follow, if these others wish to achieve any hint of success in the particular field being addressed.
Humans like Diamonds are shaped by their environment. So for example, if you think all you needed to know you learned playing pop warner football, then you are going to end up burdening yourself with what should be a most natural and no single-minded focused thought process (attracting, engaging and enjoying WOMEN because of the REAL MAN You are to YOURSELF to The Very Best of Your understanding) by turning it into a flag football game.
And I would not have mentioned this to a child in pop warner league, but you Sir, author of this piece are a tall human male and much too old for even semi-pro ball tryouts. So if the following bruises your ego, it is because it has been in need of a good ass-whooping for quite some time. YOU EITHER GOT IT, OR YOU DON'T. Adults interacting erotically is not a game needing a playbook, unless it is previously agreed upon that it is a game they are playing that will bring them both pleasure.
Your mastery of presenting your opinions regarding the way you must move in order to score a touchdown cannot be denied. Also ever present is your gift of words, the ability to express them subjectively, proper use of grammar and punctuation.
But like the free tickets I just received as junk mail to attend Donald Trump's dinner lecture on success, with the promise of his "man-u-al" for growing rich, with disclosure indicating that many more items will be available for purchase, no thank you, but I can afford my own free meal without advice about growing rich from someone who's credit is maxed out and files bankruptcy at the rate most others brush their teeth.
Like Hugh Hefner, who has taken to having CCTV in his "stable" filming his every moves and broadcasting it to the world. REAL MEN with GOOD CUNT do not go telling others, EVER. It goes against every natural instinct in male human nature.
Donald and Hugh are whoring themselves thru self-help conferences and worldwide invitations into their , what should be private sanctums, because they are broke; both in their pockets and their drawers.
Continuing with sharing the wisdom of my ages, only penises knowing they know nothing about being COCKS and naturally attracting CUNTS sit and spend time devising plays to try and trick CUNTS into acting like Pussies, so that they can feel like dicks in a vagina.
Such is the same kind of male, who not willing to accept his pay-grade and play his position resorts to tricks like writing "man-u-als" for others to follow with the hope this temporary distraction will give them an advantage in attaining BIG DAWG ON PORCH status.
Nah, "player" it don't work that way. Pardon Moi, at least it didn't in a County called Dade. But all of the sign posts have changed in that land, to Miami-Dade, and with this has emerged a brand new species of tall males who claim tackle football hall of fame status off of junior varsity flag football water carrying.
In closing, it is my opinion, Most fortunately, that in the broad swatch that is humanity, there is no such thing natural called one size fits all. Nor, staying with the natural, would any REAL MAN need another male's guide to achieve success with WOMEN.
Your technical brilliance would have been far better served with an original blueprint, YOUR OWN, not Big Chris redux. Also, it may behoove you to start trusting that your opinions just might be able to stand on their own as such and beginning presenting works like this as ORIGINAL OPINIONS, instead of the lazy-hasty that from the onset sidelined you to journeyman.
SmoOoches SomaMoja
(the second best cool thang 'bout having your titties go from 'cross your heart to 'cross your belly button, after the realization that You have been wise enough to live that long and see it happen, is that You can use them as knee pads, should you need to kneel to do some work.)
i love LEARNING and even though this manual is not meant for me ( am not a mack just a simple ole lady and ARTISTE with saggy titties)
I found it VERY informative from the stand point of most manuals and other so-called self help and improvement publications. It's always interesting and fascinating in nature to see the rules humans make in order to ensure that they and the way they live is top of the charts; as if the only option for all others to aspire to achieve.
So from an anthropological observation standpoint, this manual, like its counterparts can only serve best only it's author's interests. These works give far more insight into the being presenting them as guides for others to follow, if these others wish to achieve any hint of success in the particular field being addressed.
Humans like Diamonds are shaped by their environment. So for example, if you think all you needed to know you learned playing pop warner football, then you are going to end up burdening yourself with what should be a most natural and no single-minded focused thought process (attracting, engaging and enjoying WOMEN because of the REAL MAN You are to YOURSELF to The Very Best of Your understanding) by turning it into a flag football game.
And I would not have mentioned this to a child in pop warner league, but you Sir, author of this piece are a tall human male and much too old for even semi-pro ball tryouts. So if the following bruises your ego, it is because it has been in need of a good ass-whooping for quite some time. YOU EITHER GOT IT, OR YOU DON'T. Adults interacting erotically is not a game needing a playbook, unless it is previously agreed upon that it is a game they are playing that will bring them both pleasure.
Your mastery of presenting your opinions regarding the way you must move in order to score a touchdown cannot be denied. Also ever present is your gift of words, the ability to express them subjectively, proper use of grammar and punctuation.
But like the free tickets I just received as junk mail to attend Donald Trump's dinner lecture on success, with the promise of his "man-u-al" for growing rich, with disclosure indicating that many more items will be available for purchase, no thank you, but I can afford my own free meal without advice about growing rich from someone who's credit is maxed out and files bankruptcy at the rate most others brush their teeth.
Like Hugh Hefner, who has taken to having CCTV in his "stable" filming his every moves and broadcasting it to the world. REAL MEN with GOOD CUNT do not go telling others, EVER. It goes against every natural instinct in male human nature.
Donald and Hugh are whoring themselves thru self-help conferences and worldwide invitations into their , what should be private sanctums, because they are broke; both in their pockets and their drawers.
Continuing with sharing the wisdom of my ages, only penises knowing they know nothing about being COCKS and naturally attracting CUNTS sit and spend time devising plays to try and trick CUNTS into acting like Pussies, so that they can feel like dicks in a vagina.
Such is the same kind of male, who not willing to accept his pay-grade and play his position resorts to tricks like writing "man-u-als" for others to follow with the hope this temporary distraction will give them an advantage in attaining BIG DAWG ON PORCH status.
Nah, "player" it don't work that way. Pardon Moi, at least it didn't in a County called Dade. But all of the sign posts have changed in that land, to Miami-Dade, and with this has emerged a brand new species of tall males who claim tackle football hall of fame status off of junior varsity flag football water carrying.
In closing, it is my opinion, Most fortunately, that in the broad swatch that is humanity, there is no such thing natural called one size fits all. Nor, staying with the natural, would any REAL MAN need another male's guide to achieve success with WOMEN.
Your technical brilliance would have been far better served with an original blueprint, YOUR OWN, not Big Chris redux. Also, it may behoove you to start trusting that your opinions just might be able to stand on their own as such and beginning presenting works like this as ORIGINAL OPINIONS, instead of the lazy-hasty that from the onset sidelined you to journeyman.
SmoOoches SomaMoja
(the second best cool thang 'bout having your titties go from 'cross your heart to 'cross your belly button, after the realization that You have been wise enough to live that long and see it happen, is that You can use them as knee pads, should you need to kneel to do some work.)
THIS IS NOT A TEST
WARNING: THE HOLIDAYS ARE APPROACHING!!!!!!! You are only required to share your cognac and Cuban cigars. THE CROWN AND CANNIBUS IS NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION.
(and now a word from our sponsors)
The Blessings of These Times,
as We, FAMLEE UNITED.
is the delight as We realize,
WE SO ALIKE, WE CAN'T STAND EACH OTHER.
Then We hug and kiss as We depart,
Tears flow from our eyes showing OUR HEARTS
"Cousin, A miss You so much when WE ain't near."
And they reply, "Chile Please, Amma be right back next year."
Sincerely,
Your Drunk Crazy Auntie,
wordslingAH, Da Kid
(name before entering myspace witness protection program- SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA - photo attached)
(and now a word from our sponsors)
The Blessings of These Times,
as We, FAMLEE UNITED.
is the delight as We realize,
WE SO ALIKE, WE CAN'T STAND EACH OTHER.
Then We hug and kiss as We depart,
Tears flow from our eyes showing OUR HEARTS
"Cousin, A miss You so much when WE ain't near."
And they reply, "Chile Please, Amma be right back next year."
Sincerely,
Your Drunk Crazy Auntie,
wordslingAH, Da Kid
(name before entering myspace witness protection program- SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA - photo attached)
SOULTALK SoulTalk so Ul Talk TalkSoul TALKSOUL
SOULTALK SoulTalk
so Ul Talk
TalkSoul TALKSOUL
in this the year
A acknowledge as
2THOUSAND & ATE
The LAND of MA BIRTH
turned 25 as an
INDEPENDENT FEDERATION
and
The LAND of MA GROWTH
elected as 44th PRESIDENT
A BLACK MAN
so
from nah arn
wen e'er u warn
tark tah MI
bring a translatah
who know how tah
tark
SoulTalk
SOULTALK
is a lexicon
with a myriad
of languages
Mi TALKSOUL
CRUNK
SALSA
ZOUK
MERINGUE
RAP
BLUES
SKA
ROCK STEADY
HYPE
G-FUNK
DISCO
BLUEGRASS
HOUSE
SOCA
RAPSO
REGGAETON
BASS
ROCK & ROLL
JAZZ
BOUNCE
COUNTRY
GO-GO
SECOND LINE
HARDCORE
BRASS BAND
BIG BAND
GRUNGE
PUNK
METAL
SCRATCH BAND
STEEL BAND
KAISO
GARAGE
JUNGLE
ELECTRONICA
Mi SOUL is A DRUM
and so you no like
how IT SUNG
so you hole
MI MOUTH open
with mouth irons
and force feed MI
you englan-dish?
then have nerve to say
MELLANIN in MI SKIN
preventing MI UNDERSTANDING
of PHONICS
when MI call
MI SOUL's TALK
EBONICS?
you stil ain't pay MI,
matta a fact
you run come warn kill MI
after A sen you the bill
for DE PHONICS
(sounds included with letters)
from this moment on
11/18/2008 12:58:00 PM
so Ul Talk
for I now regurgitate
the last of your englan-dish
with
FRIGATE THEE!
11/18/2008 1:00:22 PM©cindy adrienne quashie
EMPRESS SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
aka Ms Buford D Bumpkin
B*A*M*A* CARIBBEAN B*W*O*I* inna H*O*E*
wordslingAH™, Da Kid!®
from
BROKE PIMP $TYLE$™ STUDIO
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK
and for the first time
since i started talking
at 10 months old
i cannot think of one word
to tell anyone
describing any gift
i want or need
for Kwanzaa,
Christmas,
Ramadan,
Hanukah
or Ma 42nd BornDay
January 15th, 2009
God's Willing.
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK.
and as selfish as i am
as much as i love getting presents
knowing i was born cute
and thus should be showered with gifts daily
right now i feel
only GOD can understand
why i cry as i type
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK
i didn't even know
this was all i desire
from my time on earth
until today
when i began to realize
that the news reports
are not false
MA FIRST LADY
is as DIGNIFIED
as ALL THE WOMEN
who CARRIED ME here
and Ms. Michelle
and Her Boo
got PURRTY BABIES
just like Ma Siblings do
One of them wears Her
NAPPY TRESSES
Braided and Twisted
just like I do
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK
Thank You GOD
for always knowing
what is in ma heart
for wordslingAH
ain't got the words
to express
what
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK
means to
MA SOUL
(but just in case, you wanna gift me, A ain't gone insult yah. Just make it OBAMA stuff, like bed linen, track suits, cocoa mugs, curtains, silver rings, copper bracelets, a backpack with wheels that can hold my 17" laptop, long sleeve t-shirts (light and heavy), football & basketball jerseys with the # 44, or simple, A PLAIN WHITE TEE SHIRT WITH A CIRCLE AND THE LETTERS B*A*M*A* inside - the reverse in BLACK with WHITE DESIGN would make it a set.)
But none of that is to put any pressure on your budget in these economic times.
And the last time I felt like this, was when My Father worked extra for a whole year to buy me a ten speed, banana seat, gorilla handle bars bike.
Plus as stated above
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK
THANK YOU FOR THE BEST GIFT EVER!!!!!!!
SmoOoches, EMPRESS SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
05:10PM, PST©cindy adrienne quashie
and for the first time
since i started talking
at 10 months old
i cannot think of one word
to tell anyone
describing any gift
i want or need
for Kwanzaa,
Christmas,
Ramadan,
Hanukah
or Ma 42nd BornDay
January 15th, 2009
God's Willing.
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK.
and as selfish as i am
as much as i love getting presents
knowing i was born cute
and thus should be showered with gifts daily
right now i feel
only GOD can understand
why i cry as i type
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK
i didn't even know
this was all i desire
from my time on earth
until today
when i began to realize
that the news reports
are not false
MA FIRST LADY
is as DIGNIFIED
as ALL THE WOMEN
who CARRIED ME here
and Ms. Michelle
and Her Boo
got PURRTY BABIES
just like Ma Siblings do
One of them wears Her
NAPPY TRESSES
Braided and Twisted
just like I do
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK
Thank You GOD
for always knowing
what is in ma heart
for wordslingAH
ain't got the words
to express
what
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK
means to
MA SOUL
(but just in case, you wanna gift me, A ain't gone insult yah. Just make it OBAMA stuff, like bed linen, track suits, cocoa mugs, curtains, silver rings, copper bracelets, a backpack with wheels that can hold my 17" laptop, long sleeve t-shirts (light and heavy), football & basketball jerseys with the # 44, or simple, A PLAIN WHITE TEE SHIRT WITH A CIRCLE AND THE LETTERS B*A*M*A* inside - the reverse in BLACK with WHITE DESIGN would make it a set.)
But none of that is to put any pressure on your budget in these economic times.
And the last time I felt like this, was when My Father worked extra for a whole year to buy me a ten speed, banana seat, gorilla handle bars bike.
Plus as stated above
MA PRESIDENT IS BLACK
THANK YOU FOR THE BEST GIFT EVER!!!!!!!
SmoOoches, EMPRESS SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
05:10PM, PST©cindy adrienne quashie
caught in a strange daze
i am lukewarm
not scorching hot
or frostbiten cold
(my two usual extremes)
and on this strange day
i must accept
that which A've oft wished for
to be regular
to feel balance
and i don't like it
not scorching hot
or frostbiten cold
(my two usual extremes)
and on this strange day
i must accept
that which A've oft wished for
to be regular
to feel balance
and i don't like it
jonesing
am going thru myspace withdrawal. all of the game applications that i play while i work are down:(
It's the weakEND
It’s the weakEND
Fiy-daze a waiting
For the grind to pause
So You could chill wid Yours
And get Your Serenity restored
On Monday
Swear to Heaven
(the way You’s cussing)
Remove this one out da week
But then that woulda made Tuesday
The On God A gotta get up day
For The Meek
Wednesday,
Yah Dawgs wished You a Happy Hump
(see that’s why You always LOVE “EM,
‘cause They know just last Thursday,
Yah “BOO” Did You dump)
But They still b-leave that by this
Thursday,
Between the Johnson’s® Baby Powder
And free fragrance samples
You gone have Yoh pick in Da Club
Like it full a bushels a apples
THANK GOD for FRIDAY
Feelin’ tired like MaMa Harriet
On The Midnight Train Heading Back South
But just knowing is She and Them why
We got FAMLEE
With which to Chill out
Got Me sanging, “It’s raining MEN”
Now set back and watch Me get soaking wet
With Ma Umbrella turned upside down
As soon as this work day ENDZ.
It’s Da WEEKEND
Time for football, bones, getting towed, drink and PURRTY MENZ
(just not in that order)
11/14/2008 1:57:38 PM©cindyadriennequashie
Fiy-daze a waiting
For the grind to pause
So You could chill wid Yours
And get Your Serenity restored
On Monday
Swear to Heaven
(the way You’s cussing)
Remove this one out da week
But then that woulda made Tuesday
The On God A gotta get up day
For The Meek
Wednesday,
Yah Dawgs wished You a Happy Hump
(see that’s why You always LOVE “EM,
‘cause They know just last Thursday,
Yah “BOO” Did You dump)
But They still b-leave that by this
Thursday,
Between the Johnson’s® Baby Powder
And free fragrance samples
You gone have Yoh pick in Da Club
Like it full a bushels a apples
THANK GOD for FRIDAY
Feelin’ tired like MaMa Harriet
On The Midnight Train Heading Back South
But just knowing is She and Them why
We got FAMLEE
With which to Chill out
Got Me sanging, “It’s raining MEN”
Now set back and watch Me get soaking wet
With Ma Umbrella turned upside down
As soon as this work day ENDZ.
It’s Da WEEKEND
Time for football, bones, getting towed, drink and PURRTY MENZ
(just not in that order)
11/14/2008 1:57:38 PM©cindyadriennequashie
Jigga Boo On Da Ave
Jigga-Boo On Da Ave
now, i feel young enough for the seventies
except it's the end of the first decade of the twenty-first century
and back in the nineteen seventies
i felt i was born too late for my time was actually the twenties
and so ma groove remains offbeat
but Amma still do ma Jive-Boogie
on your ancient asphalt and modern cobblestoned streets
'cause you all wanna party
but can't not one y'all tell me where the party at
and so you all don't want me to party
but join the misery of your club parking lot
a ain't got time for that
09:59pm 11.12.08©cindyadriennequashie
SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
now, i feel young enough for the seventies
except it's the end of the first decade of the twenty-first century
and back in the nineteen seventies
i felt i was born too late for my time was actually the twenties
and so ma groove remains offbeat
but Amma still do ma Jive-Boogie
on your ancient asphalt and modern cobblestoned streets
'cause you all wanna party
but can't not one y'all tell me where the party at
and so you all don't want me to party
but join the misery of your club parking lot
a ain't got time for that
09:59pm 11.12.08©cindyadriennequashie
SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
111008 BLUE
A bin up many nights, not sleeping
Thank'n and B'Leave'n
That is all because
of You
And now Am wish'n
The Moment I discovered
was never uncovered
'Cause A 'ont like this Blue
Meeting A Soul Lovah
Who Loves Soul like no other
Eva b'foh A ever
Never knew
could
LOVE SOUL
like
THIS SOUL LOVAH
LOVE SOUL
like
A DO
Am up all night, not sleeping
Just thinking and believing
And A know
it's because of Blue
That's why
Am gone call Yah
'cause when A first met 'cha
A begged You please, get outta me
'Cause A was born addicted
to every tint You eva redded in
A was BORN ADDICTED to BLUE
so You, SOUL LOVAH
who LOVE SOUL like THIS OTHER
Please hurry on and pass thru
Fuh da longah You stay en me
longah A can't get sleepy
the more I grow to LOVE YOU
11.10.08©cindyadriennequashie
revised 03:47
DANCE OF YOUR DEMISE (title from EsoterRICKA - Sister of The Geti's Blog "An Open Letter...to BABY-fuckers") drawn out by the vultures stalking Ma Drea, sent by the BABY daddy who shook to death her four month old daughter.
Am Doing "The Dance Of The Demised"
As in The Only Two Step For One Demonized
By The Uncertainty Of The Length Of The Time
That I must Dance The Dance of The Demised.
So I Wail As I Spin And Twirl
As Some Haunted OverGrown Girl
Wondering Where In This World
Can I Get Off
But The Boogie, It Keeps On Me Beating
Like My Heart, IN My Mouth From The fear Of Falling
Into Sleeping, And Fucking Around Myself Into Thinking
That It Is Safer, Than When I Was Awake
I Am Dancing My Spirit, D'ain't Controlling
I Am Dancing My Soul, D'ain't Revolving
I Am Dancing My Heart, D'ain't Revealing
AM Dancing The Dance Of The Demised.
03:17PM PST ©cindyadriennequashie
EMPRESS SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
aka
Ms Buford D Bumpkin
wordslingAH™, Da Kid!® from BROKE PIMP $TYLE$™ STUDIO
G-CINQ GWO KOZO KREYOL KAISO B*A*M*A* CARIBBEAN B*W*O*I* $MUGGLAH!
LIFE IS 2REAL 4 A LION TO THINK HE's a little pu$$. Paint THAT over BLUE.
Am Doing "The Dance Of The Demised"
As in The Only Two Step For One Demonized
By The Uncertainty Of The Length Of The Time
That I must Dance The Dance of The Demised.
So I Wail As I Spin And Twirl
As Some Haunted OverGrown Girl
Wondering Where In This World
Can I Get Off
But The Boogie, It Keeps On Me Beating
Like My Heart, IN My Mouth From The fear Of Falling
Into Sleeping, And Fucking Around Myself Into Thinking
That It Is Safer, Than When I Was Awake
I Am Dancing My Spirit, D'ain't Controlling
I Am Dancing My Soul, D'ain't Revolving
I Am Dancing My Heart, D'ain't Revealing
AM Dancing The Dance Of The Demised.
03:17PM PST ©cindyadriennequashie
EMPRESS SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
aka
Ms Buford D Bumpkin
wordslingAH™, Da Kid!® from BROKE PIMP $TYLE$™ STUDIO
G-CINQ GWO KOZO KREYOL KAISO B*A*M*A* CARIBBEAN B*W*O*I* $MUGGLAH!
LIFE IS 2REAL 4 A LION TO THINK HE's a little pu$$. Paint THAT over BLUE.
DANCE OF YOUR DEMISE (title from EsoterRICKA - Sister of The Geti's Blog "An Open Letter...to BABY-fuckers"
Dance of Your Demise
Am Doing "The Dance Of The Demised"
As in The Only Two Step For One Demonized
By The Uncertainty Of The Length Of The Time
That I must Dance The Dance of The Demised.
So I Wail As I Spin And Twirl
As Some Haunted OverGrown Girl
Wondering Where In This World
Can I Get Off
But The Boogie, It Keeps On Me Beating
Like My Heart, IN My Mouth From The fear Of Falling
Into Sleeping, And Fucking Around Myself Into Thinking
That It Is Safer, Than When I Was Awake
I Am Dancing My Spirit, D'ain't Controlling
I Am Dancing My Soul, D'ain't Revolving
I Am Dancing My Heart, D'ain't Revealing
AM Dancing The Dance Of The Demised.
03:17PM PST ©cindyadriennequashie
EMPRESS SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
aka
Ms Buford D Bumpkin
wordslingAH™, Da Kid!® from BROKE PIMP $TYLE$™ STUDIO
G-CINQ GWO KOZO KREYOL KAISO B*A*M*A* CARIBBEAN B*W*O*I* $MUGGLAH!
Am Doing "The Dance Of The Demised"
As in The Only Two Step For One Demonized
By The Uncertainty Of The Length Of The Time
That I must Dance The Dance of The Demised.
So I Wail As I Spin And Twirl
As Some Haunted OverGrown Girl
Wondering Where In This World
Can I Get Off
But The Boogie, It Keeps On Me Beating
Like My Heart, IN My Mouth From The fear Of Falling
Into Sleeping, And Fucking Around Myself Into Thinking
That It Is Safer, Than When I Was Awake
I Am Dancing My Spirit, D'ain't Controlling
I Am Dancing My Soul, D'ain't Revolving
I Am Dancing My Heart, D'ain't Revealing
AM Dancing The Dance Of The Demised.
03:17PM PST ©cindyadriennequashie
EMPRESS SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
aka
Ms Buford D Bumpkin
wordslingAH™, Da Kid!® from BROKE PIMP $TYLE$™ STUDIO
G-CINQ GWO KOZO KREYOL KAISO B*A*M*A* CARIBBEAN B*W*O*I* $MUGGLAH!
President-Elect Barack Obama, USA 11.04.08
repost from http://www.alternet.org/blogs/peek/106107/
Barack Obama is the next President of the United States. Here's his historic speech.
President-Elect Barack Obama:
If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.
It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.
It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled ... Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.
It's the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.
It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America.
I just received a very gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he's fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader. I congratulate him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.
I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice President-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.
I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last sixteen years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nation's next First Lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the White House. And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure.
To my campaign manager David Plouffe, my chief strategist David Axelrod, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.
But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to it belongs to you.
I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.
It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and ten dollars and twenty dollars to this cause. It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organized, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth. This is your victory.
I know you didn't do this just to win an election and I know you didn't do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century. Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor's bills, or save enough for college. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.
The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you we as a people will get there.
There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.
What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you.
So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other. Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people.
Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity. Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, "We are not enemies, but friends,though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection." And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too.
And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world ... our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand. To those who would tear this world down ... we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security we support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope.
For that is the true genius of America ... that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.
This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing ... Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.
She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons ... because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.
And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America, the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.
At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.
When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.
When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.
She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.
A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can.
America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves – if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?
This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:
Yes We Can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America.
AlterNet is a nonprofit organization and does not make political endorsements. The opinions expressed by its writers are their own.
Posted by Barack Obama, AlterNet at 10:17 PM on November 4, 2008.
Barack Obama is the next President of the United States. Here's his historic speech.
President-Elect Barack Obama:
If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.
It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.
It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled ... Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.
It's the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.
It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America.
I just received a very gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he's fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader. I congratulate him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.
I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice President-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.
I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last sixteen years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nation's next First Lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the White House. And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure.
To my campaign manager David Plouffe, my chief strategist David Axelrod, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.
But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to it belongs to you.
I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.
It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and ten dollars and twenty dollars to this cause. It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organized, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth. This is your victory.
I know you didn't do this just to win an election and I know you didn't do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century. Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor's bills, or save enough for college. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.
The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you we as a people will get there.
There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.
What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you.
So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other. Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people.
Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity. Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, "We are not enemies, but friends,though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection." And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too.
And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world ... our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand. To those who would tear this world down ... we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security we support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope.
For that is the true genius of America ... that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.
This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing ... Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.
She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons ... because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.
And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America, the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.
At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.
When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.
When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.
She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.
A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can.
America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves – if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?
This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:
Yes We Can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America.
AlterNet is a nonprofit organization and does not make political endorsements. The opinions expressed by its writers are their own.
Posted by Barack Obama, AlterNet at 10:17 PM on November 4, 2008.
Carol City Dreamer
Confession of A Carol City Dreamer
I want to be in zip code 33056 on THAT NIGHT!
And it don't matter if it's the City of Opa Locka incorporated in 1926 or The City Of Miami Gardens incorporated in 2003, A NEED to be there.
A’s BLESSED to Live in both, still BLESSED to have FAMLEE in both and consider both, MA HOME.
When A first became eligible to vote, my polling station was at North Dade Elementary School, just a few blocks from Ma house. Upon approach what drew me to the polls was not the original intent that Ma Young Ass had left the house with. It was the site of A PURRTY MENZ. Am talking VINTAGE PURRTY. Like only Georgia can make ‘em.
If this Elder was A Cah, He would be one of those Big Body 1950s Chevys parked on Ocean Drive, the only street in South Beach, in front of one of the last remaining Hotels built during the heyday of The Magic City.
(get a copy of Tony Roma with Frank Sinatra starring if you wanna see what South Beach was and used to look like. Then watch 2live crew’s Do-Wa-Diddy-Diddy-Dumb-Diddy-Do video and you can see the crane behind Uncle Luke DAH MAN!’s head tearing down The Art Deco Hotel next to the one he is seated in front of while filming. All them other buildings that get they names dropped by male and female celebutantes, ain’t got no choice wid they new asses but to look as Beautiful as they do. For the entire Southern Portion of The City of Miami Beach is now A Historical preservation site. But anybody, and A do mean me, can stay in one them fucks there. The BIG BODY 1950 CHEVY markers however, is to let all pretenders know, what An Ashanti King said, ‘money don’t make you REGAL.’ So You could answer with your bank balance whenever someone asks your name, all you want, that ain’t gone get you one minute’s stay in An Authentic, Original Art Deco Hotel on Ocean Drive.)
But back to me, checking ma Swatch® watch and seeing its only the middle of the day, the polls gone be open ‘til evening, lemme set awhile and get cozy with SugarPlum. (A call e’ry man, SugarPlum; that way A ‘ont ne’er say the wrong name at the wrong time)
So A lauched into Ma not-ready-for-daycare MACK and let the honey drip out Ma Lips as A said, Good Day Fine Sir and how is You d doing? (excuse me, while A go count a blessing)
POTnah hit me wid, ‘Young Lady, is only right A warn yah, A bin all ‘round Da Dirty. So if You really wanna learn how tah flirt wid A Ole man, A could teach ‘cha.
A got comfortable.
The Essence of Our Elders is The Wisdom of Their Ages that They carry with Them from Their Living which They most generously bequeath unto us, who would but self-respectfully, set down, shut up and listen. Each is A Walking Library Of Congress who operates off a business paradigm called ‘FUCK-A-WILL,’ gifting You Their Wealth while They are still above ground. I do not recall when I made the executive decision to saying thank you to them, for all of them have told me, that there ain’t necessary, why You think God put me here?
So in between Ma MACKOLOGY 101 lesson, VINTAGE DUNK, told me ‘bout his chi’ren. For He only seventy sum’mn and they won’t stop talking ‘bout He need to retire. How he ain;t ne’er took no days off since He first started sharecropping when he could crawl. And as if it wasn’t clear to them, that retirement is for OLD PEOPLE, they gone move Him from Georgia to Dade County.
Nah He Gullah, but since moving to Dade, he done gone Geechie wid it. And happier than all get out, ‘cause he see even da little chi’rens in the street with they football helmets grinding as they sell candy to buy uniforms. So He still Living His Life like regular. And he ‘ont know what them Chi’ren a His talking ‘bout, ‘cause he ain’t ne’er worked on election day since His People got Him, His Full Rights as An American when They walked the longest country mile on earth, from Salem to Montgomery and got Him The Right To VOTE!
So if is even for dog-catcher, he take da day off, come lineup ‘fore da polls open, vote early, then spend the rest of the day greeting all The Other Americans enjoying being American.
Where We was right then, in the place so many of Us shall always refer to by it’s Cute Pet Name, Carol City, was OFFICIALLY in ACCORDANCE with UNITED STATES LAW a locale designated “UNINCORPORATED NORTH DADE COUNTY.”
And even though We had a post office in Carol City on 37th Ave, depending on which employee from the private corporation United States Postal Service brought the mail to your house, if they left you two notices warning you to put OPA LOCKA and not CAROL CITY as your address, if you got a letter so labeled again, they would leave a note in your mailbox telling you, you gotta go all the way down to Ali Baba in Opa Locka to collect your mail from the general delivery window at that post office.
Also, the allotment of education funding dictated locale designated like ours required only 1 public high school per 100,000 residents.
But that day, none of that, or the City of Miami false-god-complex-self-infected over-lords with their jackboots on the necks of most then Dade (Now Miami-Dade) County residents, choosing to squander Americans’ taxpayer transportation funds by building a Metrorail that would take them from their homes near the Dadeland Mall straight to their racetrack in Hialeah, mattered.
Even dough, He had told me that He was gone be there ‘til da poles closed, A still made Him pinky swear that He’d be right there when A came back out, when he said Young Lady, go VOTE. (I am that trifling. A mean here is An Elder, He don’t owe me no money, so he ain’t got no reason to lie to me, but Am making Him put His “X” by bloody-thumb-print on a notarized form.
The main polling station is now The North Dade Regional Library located on 183rd St just off 27th Ave NW. And day before yesterday, Ma Baby Sister, Janelle, who had gone to the flea market, right ‘round there to get some gear for her Husband and Sons called Me on her cell phone to tell me the line had done come out the library, headed west on 183rd street (MIAMI GARDENS DRIVE) and then big swang north going pass the Fire Station and brand new Police Headquarters heading for the Wall market across from Dolphin Stadium. And A’s like, dayum, that shit all the way up on 199.
A reside in a locale named Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. County. And on the left side of the address of county documents like the envelope I got my absentee ballot in is a portrait of Lady Coretta’s SugarPlum.
And like that joyous day when VINTAGE DUNK bequeathed unto me, The Wisdom of His Mack Ages, I am as first registered an independent voter. This is the first election that I have ever voted for a Democran/Republicrat ticket.
Lady Coretta and He SugarPlum are two of them Folks there who walked that long-ass country mile for me and VINTAGE DUNK. So A got a picture of Ma envelope positioned on my ballot showing my first vote for candidates from the ruling political party.
And here is where, the trifling in me done gone exponential. Seattle ain’t done nuttin but be FAMLEE since A got here. Yet after ten years, A still function on Dade County time. Maybe it’s ‘cause of The Cocoon of Wealth A was born and raised in by Elders like VINTAGE DUNK in The Caribbean and then Dade County during ma formative years added to Ma Artiste’ Soul and relish being pampered Cuteness, why I stubbornly, unconsciously refuse to acclimate Ma Self to another time zone.
So today, 10/31/2008 2:30:24 PM, finds me in the middle of inconsolable melancholy ‘cause A cannot afford a ticket to be in The City of Miami Gardens on November 4th, 2008, to set across from The Library and watch Americans be Beautiful.
On the real, ma self invited troubles spring from Ma spoiled ass acting as if ain’t none a that thurr going on here in Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. County.
I want to be in zip code 33056 on THAT NIGHT!
And it don't matter if it's the City of Opa Locka incorporated in 1926 or The City Of Miami Gardens incorporated in 2003, A NEED to be there.
A’s BLESSED to Live in both, still BLESSED to have FAMLEE in both and consider both, MA HOME.
When A first became eligible to vote, my polling station was at North Dade Elementary School, just a few blocks from Ma house. Upon approach what drew me to the polls was not the original intent that Ma Young Ass had left the house with. It was the site of A PURRTY MENZ. Am talking VINTAGE PURRTY. Like only Georgia can make ‘em.
If this Elder was A Cah, He would be one of those Big Body 1950s Chevys parked on Ocean Drive, the only street in South Beach, in front of one of the last remaining Hotels built during the heyday of The Magic City.
(get a copy of Tony Roma with Frank Sinatra starring if you wanna see what South Beach was and used to look like. Then watch 2live crew’s Do-Wa-Diddy-Diddy-Dumb-Diddy-Do video and you can see the crane behind Uncle Luke DAH MAN!’s head tearing down The Art Deco Hotel next to the one he is seated in front of while filming. All them other buildings that get they names dropped by male and female celebutantes, ain’t got no choice wid they new asses but to look as Beautiful as they do. For the entire Southern Portion of The City of Miami Beach is now A Historical preservation site. But anybody, and A do mean me, can stay in one them fucks there. The BIG BODY 1950 CHEVY markers however, is to let all pretenders know, what An Ashanti King said, ‘money don’t make you REGAL.’ So You could answer with your bank balance whenever someone asks your name, all you want, that ain’t gone get you one minute’s stay in An Authentic, Original Art Deco Hotel on Ocean Drive.)
But back to me, checking ma Swatch® watch and seeing its only the middle of the day, the polls gone be open ‘til evening, lemme set awhile and get cozy with SugarPlum. (A call e’ry man, SugarPlum; that way A ‘ont ne’er say the wrong name at the wrong time)
So A lauched into Ma not-ready-for-daycare MACK and let the honey drip out Ma Lips as A said, Good Day Fine Sir and how is You d doing? (excuse me, while A go count a blessing)
POTnah hit me wid, ‘Young Lady, is only right A warn yah, A bin all ‘round Da Dirty. So if You really wanna learn how tah flirt wid A Ole man, A could teach ‘cha.
A got comfortable.
The Essence of Our Elders is The Wisdom of Their Ages that They carry with Them from Their Living which They most generously bequeath unto us, who would but self-respectfully, set down, shut up and listen. Each is A Walking Library Of Congress who operates off a business paradigm called ‘FUCK-A-WILL,’ gifting You Their Wealth while They are still above ground. I do not recall when I made the executive decision to saying thank you to them, for all of them have told me, that there ain’t necessary, why You think God put me here?
So in between Ma MACKOLOGY 101 lesson, VINTAGE DUNK, told me ‘bout his chi’ren. For He only seventy sum’mn and they won’t stop talking ‘bout He need to retire. How he ain;t ne’er took no days off since He first started sharecropping when he could crawl. And as if it wasn’t clear to them, that retirement is for OLD PEOPLE, they gone move Him from Georgia to Dade County.
Nah He Gullah, but since moving to Dade, he done gone Geechie wid it. And happier than all get out, ‘cause he see even da little chi’rens in the street with they football helmets grinding as they sell candy to buy uniforms. So He still Living His Life like regular. And he ‘ont know what them Chi’ren a His talking ‘bout, ‘cause he ain’t ne’er worked on election day since His People got Him, His Full Rights as An American when They walked the longest country mile on earth, from Salem to Montgomery and got Him The Right To VOTE!
So if is even for dog-catcher, he take da day off, come lineup ‘fore da polls open, vote early, then spend the rest of the day greeting all The Other Americans enjoying being American.
Where We was right then, in the place so many of Us shall always refer to by it’s Cute Pet Name, Carol City, was OFFICIALLY in ACCORDANCE with UNITED STATES LAW a locale designated “UNINCORPORATED NORTH DADE COUNTY.”
And even though We had a post office in Carol City on 37th Ave, depending on which employee from the private corporation United States Postal Service brought the mail to your house, if they left you two notices warning you to put OPA LOCKA and not CAROL CITY as your address, if you got a letter so labeled again, they would leave a note in your mailbox telling you, you gotta go all the way down to Ali Baba in Opa Locka to collect your mail from the general delivery window at that post office.
Also, the allotment of education funding dictated locale designated like ours required only 1 public high school per 100,000 residents.
But that day, none of that, or the City of Miami false-god-complex-self-infected over-lords with their jackboots on the necks of most then Dade (Now Miami-Dade) County residents, choosing to squander Americans’ taxpayer transportation funds by building a Metrorail that would take them from their homes near the Dadeland Mall straight to their racetrack in Hialeah, mattered.
Even dough, He had told me that He was gone be there ‘til da poles closed, A still made Him pinky swear that He’d be right there when A came back out, when he said Young Lady, go VOTE. (I am that trifling. A mean here is An Elder, He don’t owe me no money, so he ain’t got no reason to lie to me, but Am making Him put His “X” by bloody-thumb-print on a notarized form.
The main polling station is now The North Dade Regional Library located on 183rd St just off 27th Ave NW. And day before yesterday, Ma Baby Sister, Janelle, who had gone to the flea market, right ‘round there to get some gear for her Husband and Sons called Me on her cell phone to tell me the line had done come out the library, headed west on 183rd street (MIAMI GARDENS DRIVE) and then big swang north going pass the Fire Station and brand new Police Headquarters heading for the Wall market across from Dolphin Stadium. And A’s like, dayum, that shit all the way up on 199.
A reside in a locale named Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. County. And on the left side of the address of county documents like the envelope I got my absentee ballot in is a portrait of Lady Coretta’s SugarPlum.
And like that joyous day when VINTAGE DUNK bequeathed unto me, The Wisdom of His Mack Ages, I am as first registered an independent voter. This is the first election that I have ever voted for a Democran/Republicrat ticket.
Lady Coretta and He SugarPlum are two of them Folks there who walked that long-ass country mile for me and VINTAGE DUNK. So A got a picture of Ma envelope positioned on my ballot showing my first vote for candidates from the ruling political party.
And here is where, the trifling in me done gone exponential. Seattle ain’t done nuttin but be FAMLEE since A got here. Yet after ten years, A still function on Dade County time. Maybe it’s ‘cause of The Cocoon of Wealth A was born and raised in by Elders like VINTAGE DUNK in The Caribbean and then Dade County during ma formative years added to Ma Artiste’ Soul and relish being pampered Cuteness, why I stubbornly, unconsciously refuse to acclimate Ma Self to another time zone.
So today, 10/31/2008 2:30:24 PM, finds me in the middle of inconsolable melancholy ‘cause A cannot afford a ticket to be in The City of Miami Gardens on November 4th, 2008, to set across from The Library and watch Americans be Beautiful.
On the real, ma self invited troubles spring from Ma spoiled ass acting as if ain’t none a that thurr going on here in Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. County.
LIQUOR ON LAYAWAY
Liquor On Layaway
Walking down the
Street looking so
Walking down the
Street looking so
SWEET
REAL SWEET
Just you walking
Just you looking
is
SWEET
SO SWEET
A hint of your smile
Just for a brief while
Makes me A Beautiful Chile
‘cause you are that
SWEET
Elders Twinkle
for your walking and looking
Is like Gold dust sprinkles
You that
SWEET
Even mutts know
not just a bone if They follow
They’ll also
have a home
SWEET
The Grind ceases being A Burden Tired
When You Holla
Go ‘head wid ‘cha hustle,
Dis da last 40 inches of Yo Weary Miles
SWEET
YOU SO SWEET
Walking down the
Street looking so
Walking down the
Street looking so
SWEET
(dis flow out Ma Drunk Soul after one shot a SAMPLE ANT) 10/29/2008 1:00:35 PM©cindyadriennequashie (as A write A got The SWEETest hangover)
Walking down the
Street looking so
Walking down the
Street looking so
SWEET
REAL SWEET
Just you walking
Just you looking
is
SWEET
SO SWEET
A hint of your smile
Just for a brief while
Makes me A Beautiful Chile
‘cause you are that
SWEET
Elders Twinkle
for your walking and looking
Is like Gold dust sprinkles
You that
SWEET
Even mutts know
not just a bone if They follow
They’ll also
have a home
SWEET
The Grind ceases being A Burden Tired
When You Holla
Go ‘head wid ‘cha hustle,
Dis da last 40 inches of Yo Weary Miles
SWEET
YOU SO SWEET
Walking down the
Street looking so
Walking down the
Street looking so
SWEET
(dis flow out Ma Drunk Soul after one shot a SAMPLE ANT) 10/29/2008 1:00:35 PM©cindyadriennequashie (as A write A got The SWEETest hangover)
finally
so a opened ma mailbox and wondered who da fuck that email address belong tah and a almost clicked spam. but me bad eye that's good caught the subject line and it looked like a response to sum'mn a mighta wrote somebody, the way Brother was spelled..
then a couldn't get it to download from yahoo, kept jamming after 90 sum'mn percent complete. didn't pay no attention then but ma totem pole was still on ma pinky love rang, at the time it dawned on me, marked it unread then download ma unread emails to ma phone then forward it to ma gmail and do dah same. on the pc the gmail d/l didn't work neither. this lead me to spend most the day fiddling with ma laptop. getting drivers, clean the registry and shit like that.
It wouldn't play in windows and that itunes interface thingy wouldn't load it. so a went hunting for a freeware player, but that one in testing only played the first 2 or 3 secs of the songs a tried.
meanwhile real life going on. and two things a cant deal with personally get to fucking with me, 'cause ma soul just is the kinda where e'rythang pass thru, and sometimes its painful like a mo'phhhhh-kah.
but then Alex with his i am 1 and run this clan self come tell me bye on the phone when am talking to ma sister, and that joy went thru ma soul to.
A'd lost one ma mj rangs, the pinky one the other day. after a told ma sister, am so waiting to come home to dade county right nah and we hung up, a felt this sharp tuck in ma right little toe, and went a look down it was ma mj rang, and that's when a noticed ma totem pole was missing.
it be falling off a love for it wasn't make to hang on the rang. but a took it off the leather necklace a got it on up in bc and opened the brass circle thingy and put it through the o in love.
figured a'd just set and wait 'til it showed up like ma mj rang, but at the same time, a was worried it could fell in the garbage can. so after a non resolution to a part of the first part of real time that was today, a got up and walked around ma apartment and found it on the flow of BROKE PIMP $TYLE$™ STUDIO (ma bathroom).
when a reattached it, it dawned on me again to try with the download one mo' time from gmail. A'd also deleted the player a'd downloaded and another a found in ma control panel list. then when a d'led it, a went to windows to open it, and it gave me some warning message about it format, but a choice to play anyway and a ran with that thurr, and the music hit me out ma laptop speakers.
what a day.
a can hear the instruments talking, so that's what a replied to the composer, what a heard them say. but a 'ont think that's what was called for. Personally, that don't faze me, but Ma SOul is different, specially when it come to art.
so amma just have to live
with
how the beat hit me like
then a couldn't get it to download from yahoo, kept jamming after 90 sum'mn percent complete. didn't pay no attention then but ma totem pole was still on ma pinky love rang, at the time it dawned on me, marked it unread then download ma unread emails to ma phone then forward it to ma gmail and do dah same. on the pc the gmail d/l didn't work neither. this lead me to spend most the day fiddling with ma laptop. getting drivers, clean the registry and shit like that.
It wouldn't play in windows and that itunes interface thingy wouldn't load it. so a went hunting for a freeware player, but that one in testing only played the first 2 or 3 secs of the songs a tried.
meanwhile real life going on. and two things a cant deal with personally get to fucking with me, 'cause ma soul just is the kinda where e'rythang pass thru, and sometimes its painful like a mo'phhhhh-kah.
but then Alex with his i am 1 and run this clan self come tell me bye on the phone when am talking to ma sister, and that joy went thru ma soul to.
A'd lost one ma mj rangs, the pinky one the other day. after a told ma sister, am so waiting to come home to dade county right nah and we hung up, a felt this sharp tuck in ma right little toe, and went a look down it was ma mj rang, and that's when a noticed ma totem pole was missing.
it be falling off a love for it wasn't make to hang on the rang. but a took it off the leather necklace a got it on up in bc and opened the brass circle thingy and put it through the o in love.
figured a'd just set and wait 'til it showed up like ma mj rang, but at the same time, a was worried it could fell in the garbage can. so after a non resolution to a part of the first part of real time that was today, a got up and walked around ma apartment and found it on the flow of BROKE PIMP $TYLE$™ STUDIO (ma bathroom).
when a reattached it, it dawned on me again to try with the download one mo' time from gmail. A'd also deleted the player a'd downloaded and another a found in ma control panel list. then when a d'led it, a went to windows to open it, and it gave me some warning message about it format, but a choice to play anyway and a ran with that thurr, and the music hit me out ma laptop speakers.
what a day.
a can hear the instruments talking, so that's what a replied to the composer, what a heard them say. but a 'ont think that's what was called for. Personally, that don't faze me, but Ma SOul is different, specially when it come to art.
so amma just have to live
with
how the beat hit me like
the beat hit me like...
A Composer sent me a wonderfully orchestrated piece, to listen to and see what i could do with it. The joy of the honor is so enrapturing to Ma Soul that so far A've only been able to download it on my cellphone. I am Blessed, Eternally Honored and privileged by this affirmation by an another Artiste who can feel my passion.
but enough a dat thurr,
the beat nit me like
shopping for seashells at Haulover like
a wink across the room from one you clocking like
getting all wishes granting in a field of clovers like
dunk top dropped lower than da bass boom got ma head bopping like
the beat that hit me like
a wanna go all night 'til morning like
come dawning and meet me still flowing like
the creek down the road where we fish like
dem bwois on da ave be delicious dishes like
how a got hit by the beat like
supper and meringue with yah baby all night like
even before we get to swinging, am cheesing like
it's the first date, but we done put in silver as one like
them grannybabies we got that bring us giggly delights like
GOD MAKE THE STOP HITTING AND REALLY WHUP ME LIKE
the pleasure in the pain when you birth a child like
the sweet tears when you know your Homie playing bones with Gabriel like
me and ma brother suck seed or salt but ain't ne'er dropped each other like
ice cream money from ELDERS who pinch your cheeks 'cause they so plumb like
the beat hitting me
awakening places deep within
that i long thought lost
10.28.08 07:29PM, PDT©cindyadriennequashie
but enough a dat thurr,
the beat nit me like
shopping for seashells at Haulover like
a wink across the room from one you clocking like
getting all wishes granting in a field of clovers like
dunk top dropped lower than da bass boom got ma head bopping like
the beat that hit me like
a wanna go all night 'til morning like
come dawning and meet me still flowing like
the creek down the road where we fish like
dem bwois on da ave be delicious dishes like
how a got hit by the beat like
supper and meringue with yah baby all night like
even before we get to swinging, am cheesing like
it's the first date, but we done put in silver as one like
them grannybabies we got that bring us giggly delights like
GOD MAKE THE STOP HITTING AND REALLY WHUP ME LIKE
the pleasure in the pain when you birth a child like
the sweet tears when you know your Homie playing bones with Gabriel like
me and ma brother suck seed or salt but ain't ne'er dropped each other like
ice cream money from ELDERS who pinch your cheeks 'cause they so plumb like
the beat hitting me
awakening places deep within
that i long thought lost
10.28.08 07:29PM, PDT©cindyadriennequashie
FUCK U & UR BULL$HIT
there are days of joy, from which you can live forever, just by closing your eyes to the pain you're seeing, and remember, it is on those days, that along come demons and infect your system, so that somewhere in the joy, you beginning to feel the stab in your heart, your soul falling apart, and you're left helpless to do nothing but cry 10.24.08 09:12pm, pdt ©cindyadrienne quashie (government name, but not for much longer)
MIssing Miss Esther
Granny, i went to the ballot drop box today and placed your ballot in there. i had been meaning to change my name for years, but i was too scared to. and i am now happy i waited because when we last spoke, you knew me as cindy. while i am NEVER (I PRAY TO GOD) EVER going to stop being your GrandChile, i am going to change my name to SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA. Soma (see), Moja (one), Zuri (cute), Asali (honey) are all kiswahili words, and QUASHEBA, an Akan word is the feminine form of Quashie, meaning Girl Child Born ON A SunDay.
I have developed a well documented ARTISTE reputation with pen names; previously as Cin D Quashie, then Ghettoink, then CnD Adrienne Quashie, and now wordslingAH, Da Kid!.
Ghettoink will go on connected to wordslingAH Da Kid!.
Cin D Quashie, i won't miss because it always seemed creatively lazy.
CnD Adrienne Quashie, however, came on The Wind to Ma Soul with The Meaning, Creative and Divinely Artistic Child Born On A Sunday. SO A'll always LOVE that one.
However, Dr. God Good Grace Willing, I am and will be on all of my government documentation SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA.
But You can always call me Cindy, because the Sugar Cane Juice that sweetened those words whenever they flowed from Your Being are THE REASON I know I have always been SeeOne CuteHoney GirlChildBornOnASunday.
Now let r'we discuss EMPRESS. This is because I never like Ms, I did want to have a family but the notion of becoming a Mr s (and that space is deliberate) scares me now as I type. AND after all the cow&bull shit that i no longer allow to pile up and choke me, I am not even going to provide any fewl an opening to ask me why I choose to use 'Miss.' I do not have tome to explain that I was born before Ms became fashionable and allowed.
So I am going with EMPRESS, just plain E for short.
Your Da'Lin GrandChile,
4EVA messing wid U rose bush,
E SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
(my fren dem call me Ms Buford D Bumpkin) LOL
I AM ALWAYS GOING TO BE IN LOVE WITH MISS ESTHER.
I have developed a well documented ARTISTE reputation with pen names; previously as Cin D Quashie, then Ghettoink, then CnD Adrienne Quashie, and now wordslingAH, Da Kid!.
Ghettoink will go on connected to wordslingAH Da Kid!.
Cin D Quashie, i won't miss because it always seemed creatively lazy.
CnD Adrienne Quashie, however, came on The Wind to Ma Soul with The Meaning, Creative and Divinely Artistic Child Born On A Sunday. SO A'll always LOVE that one.
However, Dr. God Good Grace Willing, I am and will be on all of my government documentation SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA.
But You can always call me Cindy, because the Sugar Cane Juice that sweetened those words whenever they flowed from Your Being are THE REASON I know I have always been SeeOne CuteHoney GirlChildBornOnASunday.
Now let r'we discuss EMPRESS. This is because I never like Ms, I did want to have a family but the notion of becoming a Mr s (and that space is deliberate) scares me now as I type. AND after all the cow&bull shit that i no longer allow to pile up and choke me, I am not even going to provide any fewl an opening to ask me why I choose to use 'Miss.' I do not have tome to explain that I was born before Ms became fashionable and allowed.
So I am going with EMPRESS, just plain E for short.
Your Da'Lin GrandChile,
4EVA messing wid U rose bush,
E SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
(my fren dem call me Ms Buford D Bumpkin) LOL
I AM ALWAYS GOING TO BE IN LOVE WITH MISS ESTHER.
an apology to THE ALMIGHTY
i spent a great deal of my life living in anyway that i thought people related to me directly by dna and blood would love me because my living met their specifications and was in line with their requirements ans thus they approved.
well, i stopped. but maybe because i did it for so long, they still think that i am doing it. that is of no concern to my being and could never again be, if i tried to make it so.
next to my talent and Miss Esther Pemberton, the most valuable gift that The Almighty bequeathed me with is this life of mine.
So Dr. God Good Grace, i come before you now to apologize for having been so wasteful.
I LOVE!
EMPRESSS SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
wordslingAH, Da Kid!
Ghettoink
Ms Buford D Bumpkin to Ma Frens:)
now I am off to The King County Court website to download a name change form. 'Cause A ain't changing Ma Soul for no bitch crawling the planet. But this outfit i currently still sport, just for governmental purposes, is hereby decommissioned.
well, i stopped. but maybe because i did it for so long, they still think that i am doing it. that is of no concern to my being and could never again be, if i tried to make it so.
next to my talent and Miss Esther Pemberton, the most valuable gift that The Almighty bequeathed me with is this life of mine.
So Dr. God Good Grace, i come before you now to apologize for having been so wasteful.
I LOVE!
EMPRESSS SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA
wordslingAH, Da Kid!
Ghettoink
Ms Buford D Bumpkin to Ma Frens:)
now I am off to The King County Court website to download a name change form. 'Cause A ain't changing Ma Soul for no bitch crawling the planet. But this outfit i currently still sport, just for governmental purposes, is hereby decommissioned.
Miss Esther Pemberton's GrandChile voted
cindy a. quashie,
( VOTER ID: 980176266, PRECINCT: SEA 36-2795,
DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. COUNTY, WA, U.S.A.)
at 01:17PM, PDT 10.23.2008,
voted for OBAMA/BIDEN, PREZ/VEEP, U.S.A.
and if you fuck wid ma ballot, Amma do da same $hit agin.
counting Ma Blessings
thank God Am crazy
thank God Am crazy
or A would be insane
in this world where killing is free
water and love costs money
crazy works for me
crazy works for me
it makes sure A don't go insane
thank God Am crazy
or A would be insane
in this world where killing is free
water and love costs money
crazy works for me
crazy works for me
it makes sure A don't go insane
For Me, it ain't about color
NIGGA & cracker
NIGGA NEVER CRACK
cracker always renege
take a piece of paper and pencil
make two columns with each word above
and the first ten people
you know who come to mind
place them in the appropriate column
based on your experience(s) with them
the above may seem crazy
but i assure you
it will help you keep your sanity
going forward
I am A NIGGA and I approve this message.
2008©cindyadriennequashie
NIGGA NEVER CRACK
cracker always renege
take a piece of paper and pencil
make two columns with each word above
and the first ten people
you know who come to mind
place them in the appropriate column
based on your experience(s) with them
the above may seem crazy
but i assure you
it will help you keep your sanity
going forward
I am A NIGGA and I approve this message.
2008©cindyadriennequashie
working
I am working on
http://www.myspace.com/wordslingahdakid
come visit me at
BROKE PIMP $TYLE$ STUDIO™
I LOVE!
wordslingAH™
http://www.myspace.com/wordslingahdakid
come visit me at
BROKE PIMP $TYLE$ STUDIO™
I LOVE!
wordslingAH™
daily vitamins
DAILY VITAMINS
(prescribed by me for me)
blow yourself a kiss
e'rytime You pass a mirror
hug yourself and breathe in and out
blow yourself a kiss
e'rytime You pass a mirror
hug yourself and breathe in and out
whereever, whenever
just for the fuck of it
designate your skin
the symbol of You Loving Yourself
that way You will never forget
and eventually You won't
even have to think
about whether or not
You Love Yourself
for it would have become
the foundation of who You are
just for the fuck of it
designate your skin
the symbol of You Loving Yourself
that way You will never forget
and eventually You won't
even have to think
about whether or not
You Love Yourself
for it would have become
the foundation of who You are
2008©cindyadriennequashie
A Refection of (MA) Lifestyle
A had this track from 1995 on cassette so I went into my bathroom (read soundproof studio) played it on my boombox, recorded it on my cell phone as a voice note then emailed it to myself, converted it to a wav file and made it my very 1st song uploaded to my bandpage in my player.
I invite you to enjoy its raw, unpolished beauty.
http://www.myspace.com/wordslingahdakid
wordslingAH, Da Kid! (954) 357-3465 all UP! in Yah SoulZone
I invite you to enjoy its raw, unpolished beauty.
http://www.myspace.com/wordslingahdakid
wordslingAH, Da Kid! (954) 357-3465 all UP! in Yah SoulZone
Rocking Down, Mississippi
Rocking Down, Mississippi
by
wordslingAH, Da Kid! all UP! in Yah SoulZone.
other night A was dreaming
of swamp stomping
in some waist wader boots
'cause ain't no place
on PLANET ROCK
for HIP-HOP
A wouldn't troop
neard 'bout this Juke-Joint
called "ROCK N DOWN MISS'IPPI"
Southern Palace built by
Badu, Mia X and Missy
Hardcore is the law
sheriff's The Lady of Rage
and Lauryn Hill see I.C. Red
'fore She let a weak-heart grace da stage
If you ain't got Monie
can't get none Lil Kim's Love
Jazzy Joyce rules the one-twos
beats sent by MC Trouble on wings of doves
Forever Conscious Daughters
Out Da West come Yo-Yo and Michel'le
Ms Melody got The Wisdom of The Ages
all 'bout way back in da day
mess 'round fewl, if that's yah delight
but make show when da sun go down
all Her percentages staright
by the time Queen Latifah come thru town
stay alert crossing BlackStreet
or you may get run through by Queen Pen
watch for Suga-T on the dough-low
with Her Cali-Crew of Count-The_Money-Men
you can close your eyes to this reality
but Sister Souljah will still smell yah fear
Bahamadia's in yah ear
MC Lyte is in yah air
The Brat allows no whiners
you pay penance to Mother Superia
dazzled by their tomboy BEAUTY
lyrically booming like Jiggy-Gee's big bass drummer
Salt-n-Pepa in yah eyes
Sandy ropes you for a Spin
Sheena Lester bin tried to warn yah
this da wrong toem for a playah-hatah to try win
no hope for escape
realize you didn't recognize from the start
it's a new millinea, Sisters run Terrodome
A Man is now The Measure of His Heart
A awoke refreshed beaming
and left out Carol City to go collect Ma Grind loot
all the while smiling while thinking
'bout swamp stomping in some waist wader boots
SoulPenned 03/28/1998, Miami, FL
Blogged 10/04/2008, Seattle, WA
1998©cindyadriennequashie, ORIGINAL Ghettoink
The SoulPenTalker from FreeGround, SouthFlo
37 pictures the world must see
I thought you should see these photographs. They're both powerful and moving. They highlight the awful disease XDR -TB, a new and deadly form of tuberculosis that is threatening to become a global pandemic.
By viewing and passing on this link we can help to spread awareness, which is the first step to halting the disease. XDRTB.ORG (http://www.xdrtb.org/)
(As background, the photographs were taken by leading photojournalist James Nachtwey and were 'unveiled' on October 3rd, 2008 in more than 50 cities on seven continents as a deliberate attempt to highlight this new danger faced by the world.)
Thank you,
cindy adrienne quashie
By viewing and passing on this link we can help to spread awareness, which is the first step to halting the disease. XDRTB.ORG (http://www.xdrtb.org/)
(As background, the photographs were taken by leading photojournalist James Nachtwey and were 'unveiled' on October 3rd, 2008 in more than 50 cities on seven continents as a deliberate attempt to highlight this new danger faced by the world.)
Thank you,
cindy adrienne quashie
Simple's Capesterre Wife, 1st Cousin to Otis of Mayberry and Mother of Dude, BADU told to call Tyrone.
MA NAPPY TRESSES
did not arrive in time for the festivities,
so the ribbon was just placed atop my head.
Presenting
The First Official Photograph
of
HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Ms. Buford D Bumpkin:
Simple's Capesterre Wife.
1st Cousin to Otis of Mayberry,NC.
Mother of Dude, BADU told to call Tyrone.
cindy adrienne quashie
EMPRESS SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA!
b. January 15th, 1967 04:30AM Atlantic Time Zone
on
The Associated Colony of St.Christopher-Nevis & Anguilla,
British West Indies
~wordslingAH, Da Kid! (954) 357-3465 all up in Yah SoulZone ~
List of indigenous names of Eastern Caribbean islands
HIS OWN MAN
Ma Naughty Lil Thug Puppy*,
HIS OWN MAN!
A just
Love The Way
Ma Soul Dances
when
Your Understood
Lyrical Compositions
Blend Melodically
with
Your Musical Orchestrations
and
Embrace Me,
LOVE SAFETY!
9/29/2008 3:38:32 PM©cindyadriennequashie
*e'ry H*O*E* has one
Am just wanting for a Louis Vuitton purse
to tote HIM around in
like the celebutantes who pose
with their toy poodles
MY TRUE ME
EsoterRICKa~ Sister of The Geti
http://www.myspace.com/virgafalls
Race Ambassador,
Susan G Komen Race for the Cure®
Ma Sistah walked them miles, them miles
Ma Sistah walked them miles
A’s by da road
All broke down tired
Looking lost forgotten chile
And ma Sistah walked dem miles, dem miles ma Sistah walked them miles
She put Glenda on her back, Y’all
Ma Sistah walked them miles
She put auntie on her back, Y’all
Ma Sistah walked them miles
She put Goddie and Moses on her back
Not worrying if under all that weight She’d crack
And Ma Sistah walked them miles, them miles
Ma Sistah walked them miles, them miles
Ma Sistah walked them miles
Ma Sistah walked them miles, them miles
Ma Sistah walked them miles
us by da road, all broke down tired
She lift we saying You aint forgotten chile
And Ma Sistah walked them miles, them miles
Ma Sistah walked them miles
9/29/2008 11:23:25 PM©cindyadriennequashie
Sunset is gone be REAL SEXY 2day:)
Sunset is gone be
REAL SEXY
2day:)
MR. PAUL NEWMAN
Jan 26, 1925 - Sept 27, 2008
photo courtesy:- www.fanpix.net
Dear Dr. God Good Grace,
A know is gone be a while
'fore a chunky a sexy
like all this here
grace the big screen again
but you know me
in the meantime
whatever bling you decide
to break me off wid,
Amma floss!
(U ain't ne'er failed me yet)
and one small favor,
could you please seat Him on Yah porch
next to Ma Granny, Miss Esther?
(Ms. Joanne Woodward,
a pretty understanding Lady,
she'll wait 'til Granny get done
conversating proper like)
amen?
AMEN!
"as long as you say my name, I am never gone from you"
- Ancient African Proverb -
WAMU: Can you lose your pension twice?
WAMU: Can You lose Your pension twice?
9/26/2008 5:05:41 AM PDT
On September 26, 1988, I was hired by CenTrust Bank (formerly Dade Federal Savings & Loan) to learn its old and new computer hardware and software systems that the employees used to process financial services. We worked in teams throughout South Florida and in the process I was blessed to learn BANKING from Professional Intelligent Men and Women, many of whom had begun their banking careers fresh out of high school. Most of these GOOD FOLK, whose company I was privileged to share and enjoy, averaged twelve (12) years of banking experience. So during the rollouts, while I provided them backup with the transition to the new system they taught me a world about banking.
AT that time, I had just spent four years each in high school and then college waiting for President Ronald Reagan’s (R.I.P) largesse to trickle down. I was in the haze of complete unawareness regarding the reality of my Artistic ability. My then career path to study International Business Law and Legal History had been derailed on March 11th of that year when a neuromuscular disorder, myasthenia gravis that I was born with, was finally properly diagnosed and had begun to be addressed by caring medical personnel.
That didn’t bother me none. Folks close to me thought I was being brave, considering one of my three other room mates in that Critical ICU ward, where each of us had our own medical team included a Jarvik heart patient, and that was more than a hint and a half as to how sick I was.
But see, years ago when I was a toddler trying to climb some steps and told My granny that my feet wasn’t listening when I told them to move, She told me to just sit ‘til they hear you. So that attitude pretty much has stayed with me all these years with all the trials and tribulations of MG.
Man, I wish Granny was here now. (I know She shall always be in Ma Blood, Mind, Spirit and Soul), but I could damn sure use The Wisdom Of Her Ages in person.
CenTrust Bank was acquired by Great Western Bank which was then acquired by Washington Mutual Bank (WAMU.)
Today is September 26, 2008 and a new email beep on my fancy phone (which I usually don’t ever notice) woke me around 3am.
And right there on the screen, breaking news headline flash, ‘WAMU, Biggest bank failure in US History,’ and suddenly all these faces and long gone but obviously never forgotten experiences flooded and have now overwhelmed me.
I see Mrs. R., who I met at a North Dade Branch, with Her Daughter in Her Senior year of College about to go to Law School and Her and Her Husband’s daily concerns about which shoe would drop next at the financial institution where She had spent more than two decades.
Joe, a client I met in Coconut grove, with whom in the fine Tradition that is Dade County, I began a friendship by engaging in a ‘who run tings’ debate; Opa Locka and Carol City or some other place in Da Bottoms yet to be discovered by Ponce De Leon.
Lady Venezuela from Hialeah, who while my Spanish only showed itself in conversations with muy guapo hombres, none the less, would insist on me being alongside which ever of my co-workers was conducted her business.
The Genuine Warmth and immediate Friendliness of The Boca Raton Branch, which actually made me consider commuting all the way from Dade County to work there after the rollout was complete.
My Family members, friends and neighbors who currently have accounts, mortgages and investments in WAMU and the gentleman I met the other morning outside a coffee shop, here in the BellTown section of Downtown Seattle.
He and His Wife had just made a split decision in their family budget to use one car because of the $5.34 per gallon gas prices and one (1) bus pass, because that price had been impacted as well by a gas surcharge. But He smiled, ‘a thank-God-for-Life smile’, as He relayed how fortunate His Family felt that they were in a position which still held some choices for them as word was not good with WAMU and His Wife worked for WAMU.
Two days ago I called my Congressional Representatives and demanded that for every dollar about to be appropriated there be an accounting sheet with one hundred lines for each penny to be detailed as to how it is to and will be spent.
For all this junk bond, redlining, no regulating done trickled down a pile a republicrat-democran bullshit that has and is drowning me and Ma Fellow Americans.
(A told ‘cha, Granny bin in Glory since September 1980, so A gotta go it alone.)
Come seven am, Am fitting to call and email e’ryone a dem again. But right nah, Ma feeling helpless ass is gonna hold a pity party and just hate September.
2008©cindy adrienne quashie
aka Cin D Quashie, Ghettoink, SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA, wordslingAH, Da Kid!
AND Amma always keep on LOVING!
untitled
you ever been afraid
for an unknown reason
about an unknown situation
which has not happened yet
for reasons unknown
but
you are afraid,
or is this just the way i am?
for an unknown reason
about an unknown situation
which has not happened yet
for reasons unknown
but
you are afraid,
or is this just the way i am?
I AM
TROY ANTHONY DAVIS
http://www.troyanthonydavis.org
Psalms:3:1: LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
Psalms:3:2: Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.
Psalms:3:3: But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
Psalms:3:4: I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.
Psalms:3:5: I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
Psalms:3:6: I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Psalms:3:7: Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Psalms:3:8: Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.
x-squeeze me?!?!?!?!?
we have no money for
books
teachers
health care
wellness
veterans
shelter
food
clothing
but
us got money
for
golden parachutes
excuse me not having
a full psychotic break
stuffed with hysterical laughter
see
i was a CenTrust (turned) Great Western (turned) WAMU employee
under Reagan-Bush
when all this bullshit
first started trickling
down
so
i
am
now
immune
to
losing
my
pension
twice
books
teachers
health care
wellness
veterans
shelter
food
clothing
but
us got money
for
golden parachutes
excuse me not having
a full psychotic break
stuffed with hysterical laughter
see
i was a CenTrust (turned) Great Western (turned) WAMU employee
under Reagan-Bush
when all this bullshit
first started trickling
down
so
i
am
now
immune
to
losing
my
pension
twice
MIAMI: SunShine eclipsed by The Arab Attack of joey’s crack
DISCLAIMER:
IT IS NOT THE WAY OF THE KNOCKAH TO USE THE INTERNET TO MAKE A NAME FOR HERSELF.
IT IS NOT THE WAY OF THE KNOCKAH TO GET INTO INTERNT FIGHTS.
IT IS NOT THE WAY OF THE KNOCKAH TO DISRESPECT ANOTHER’S HUSTLE.
IT IS THE WAY OF THE KNOCKAH TO RESPECT DADE COUNTY AND EVERYTHING IT’S PEOPLE, THEIR GRIND AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS.
IT IS THE WAY OF THE KNOCKAH TO APPRECIATE ALL THOSE WHO HAVE GONE BEFORE, THOSE WHO ARE NOW PRESENT AND THOSE YET TO COME FROM WHOSE ACTIONS, WE ALL BENEFIT.
MIAMI: SunShine eclipsed by The Arab Attack of joey’s crack
It is such a joy sitting here watching ATL WEEK on MTV JAMS. Seeing so many different artists and entrepreneurs who represent the variety and vibrancy that is not just Atlanta, but Georgia overall fills me with great joy and excitement. It is entertaining and educating. And I wish to thank all of those participating for presenting Their Home in such a wonderful light.
With all that love in the air, it troubles me that my mind has drifted back to reconsidering my writing off MY BLOCK: MIAMI’s fifteen minutes spent on ACTUAL FLORIDA ARTISTS as an anomaly. I am forced to look myself in the mirror and accept that the place, no matter where I was born or roam, THE PLACE, I consider HOME, had nothing more to offer THE BIG O.G. SWAY and His Crew, than fifteen minutes of The Essence of Magic that has always been a City called MIAMI.
I have to revisit my watching MIAMI week and writing off the THREE (3) days of programming DEDICATED to THE ARAB ATTACK OF JOEY’S CRACK as all those few folks are on major labels, MTV is a Multinational Global Corporation, so thus the resulting programming; instead of a hint to a situation more gravely telling and devastating for my HOME and the current state of affairs as regards to its international portrayal of OUR GRIND.
I must confess, in 1998, for health reasons, I had to relocate to a locale where the year round climate was more cool. And though I still have many Family and Friends in South Florida, who am blessed to visit on occasion, not being on the ground and able to witness and experience firsthand, it has taking me sometime to comprehend the bullshit that has piled up and poisoned our pristine waterways.
To be precise, THE ARAB ATTACK OF JOEY’s CRACK.
On September 10, 2001, there was a Hip-Hop deejay named THE ARAB ATTACK. While I have not heard anything of Him since September 11, 2001, there is a Hip-Hop deejay named DJ Khaled on the pop industry entertainment scene who looks EXACTLY like THE ARAB ATTACK.
This DJ Khaled (a dead ringer for ARAB ATTACK) caught my attention in a YouTube interview where He was asked to comment on a documentary, I just recently saw for the first time called “COCAINE COWBOYS.”
(Please note I had heard such a film was in production and saw all the ads for said film when it was released. However, the era that this KNOCKAH knows was being referenced (approx 1979 to 1992) was a time when I moved to 13440 Aswan Road in Opa Locka. And after all that living, I frankly was not ready to relive the REALNESS of The REALITY, that outside of the cocaine and weapons trade, if any jobs existed they all started your pay at $3.35 an hour. I was NOT and frankly probably will never be ready to accept, that all MaMa Pearl, like so many of Our Mothers had left to pick up the remains of Her Son TOBY, shot 100 (ONE HUNDRED) times was some tweezers, TOBY, who KNOCKAHS and HOMEBOYS all HAILED as HOLLYWOOD (meaning SuperStar) for He was The DEFINITION of DUNKRIDER for hardcore car enthusiasts in Dade County. I’ll NEVER be ready to relive the canyons craved by tears on McDuffie’s MaMa’s face when Officer Lozono got off scott free for murdering HER SUN on his way home from one $3.35 n hour job to change to go to another. And don’t even suggest I accept Ma SistahGurl, Michelle forced to mule out Herself to feed her family and getting caught in The Bahamas and her calls to The US Embassy there going unanswered.)
>>>>>>>‘Sides, the only time I didn’t watch Miami Vice as a comedy was the episode when Crockett rode out in the ‘Tess to Phil Collins’ “In The Air Tonight.” Lemme help you get this. Go rent Frank Sinatra’s “TONY ROMA” and tell me if the Crockett character don’t look familiar. Watch Quincy on Retro television and then any CSI, and then come tell me, if for the times they occurred in and innovations available to use in the scripts, both of those shows dealing with forensics to solve crimes are not both masterpieces. Do the same with Perry mason and Law and Order. NOW, compare Miami Vice to Hawaii Five-O. On the top of your notepad, write, LOCALE, ACTORS, CHARACTERS, CRIMINALS, DRUGS, UNDERCOVER , INFORMANTS, DRUGS, GUNS, LAW ENFORECEMENT TACTICS and MONEY.<<<<<<
But, back to pleasantries.
How could ANYBODY who resided in DADE COUNTY, claiming gangster, authority or expertise, be so MOVED like DJ Khaled (dead ringer for ARAB ATTACK) in His YouTube Cocaine Cowboy video?
And PitBull, You was young, so lemme help you out.
The CenTrust Tower was not built to look like ‘cake’ as in cocaine.
A Dade County Man named David Paul, who got caught up in the S&L Junk Bond Scandal of The Ronald Reagan Era, then president of CenTrust Bank (first organized as Dade Federal Savings) as a goft to The People of South Florida and also out of a desire for Our City to have a landmark corporate building defining its skyline pulled off an architectural feat still envied in most world capitals. And that was he got I.M. Pei, considered the 20th Century’s most accomplished architect to design The CenTrust Tower. And with its Majestic beauty that I know reflects the Essence of My Community and Neighbors, the element I found most endearing was the sky garden that ANYONE, back then could take the elevator and go up to, and from that perch get a panoramic view of Our Lovely Land.
(And it ain’t because I worked for that company for five years why I know that.)
The Pride throughout Florida when SunShine reflect off that building and worldwide, everyone instantly knew they were looking at downtown Miami is how I am sure.
Hollywood’s Baby Brother, in my opinion, should have been included in the film, not just served up as an aside in a YouTube video after the fact. Trick Daddy Dollars is one of the most prolific and intelligent people of Our generation that Dade County has produced. And His insights, knowledge and understanding of Our Community would have gone a long way to further enhance, what is a very informative film for those who were previously unaware and a brief synopsis for those who lived thru the time period the filmmakers so eloquently portrayed.
With the mass deregulation of The Reagan Era finally trickling down in critical mass on Americans at this time, ATL Week is actually serving a far greater purpose as a well needed diversion for me. So, I CANNOT express how pissed I am at myself that I find myself having wandered back to My BLOCK MIAMI and MIAMI WEEK and having this time travel so upset my balance, I must pen out loud this cry from My Soul.
WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH Y’ALL?
Every ten minutes is a different Person from Atlanta, speaking on Atlanta, introducing the world to things Atlanta and welcoming all to enjoy.
Meanwhile, THREE (3) days of MIAMI WEEK was about fat joe?
Tell me, that was because he made the elephant’s share of profit off of “BORN and RAISED in DADE.
Tell me, that was because Y’ALL knowing Dade County is a communal society where individuals must develop the spine to go it alone if necessary, have chosen to fall in love with your global entertainment industry pedestals. And thus have taken this to mean you refuse to share any Sunshine with anyone else in or from Our Community.
Tell me, that was because Y’all is contractually obligated to recite W-E-T-H-E-B-E-S-T after every bar.
Tell me, that was because in a locale where one of the three official languages is Creole, you could not find ONE Haitian to rhyme on Born and Raised.
Tell me, that was because in a locale that birth BASS MUSIC, there was not ONE BASS Musician available to do a BASS version of Born and Raised in equal measure akin to David Banner’s most Exquisite Screwed and Chopped MISSISSIPPI albums.
Tell me, that was because the few of you are the ONLY musicians and artist in the entire SUNSHINE STATE allowed to practice your craft and profit from said produce as a business.
Or we could take it to DA AVE and ask Folks what THEY think ‘bout Y’all addiction to joey’s crack.
For I am at a lost trying to figure out why.
Florida in general and Dade (well MIAMI-DADE nah) County is blessed to overflowing with innovative enterprises individuals and groups. A mean We got soundscan in Our Flea markets for heaven’s sake. We got Mom and Pop business who sponsor the buyout of local cable time, where We are entertained and informed in all three of Our native tongues thru music shows, soap operas, sporting events and news forums.
I would like to mention just a handful of the Folks who could have been given three seconds of airtime, that ALL A Y”ALL DAYUM WELL KNOW’, that would have rocked the world about out hamlet, the way the CenTrust building did on its debut.
But I am communicating via the internet. And in this virtual-reality, y’all like to think that if someone offers an opinion, they must be financed by one “y’all haterz.’ And I do not wish to tarnish anyone’s long fought for name and reputation with My Cry.
So Amma just end on this note.
To ALL MA DAWGS grinding, May God’s Good Grace continue to shine on and bless your endeavors.
ICE CREAM MAN thank you for Haulover Beach Daze
Clint O’Neil, thank You for 12 midnight to 6 am Sunday to Sunday Caribbean Music on Public Radio.
Jam Pony Express, Uncle Al and SugarHill DeeJays, Quad City DeeJays, 69Boyz, MC MADNESS, Ghetto Style DJs thank you for bring the club to the projects like Y’all still doing.
2Live Crew thank you for showing the hypocrisy We face by standing trial for performing an adult show in a strip club then getting banned in the usa.
Uncle Luke thank you for asserting your Civil Rights, so that I now have LUTHER CAMPBELL v US as ‘legal’ authorization to be an artist as I wish.
Peter, thank you ETERNALLY for THE BOX and ‘HOW CAN I BE DOWN’ Hip-Hop Summits.
Rhythm Rocker, thank You for The Saturday Night Funk Box.
Don Rico Ricketts, thank you for your educational and philosophical insights expressed in and on local media.
Darnella Dunham, thank You for standing firm in your successful quest to get a Hip-Hop show on the University of Miami’s airwaves.
ACE ONE (Black Forest) and DEE BAKER for your local cable access show.
Taz of Doz Funky Bastardz (Blitzbeatz) and Mother Superia for The original “ROCK BOTTOM OF THE MAP.”
DJ Laz, Thank You for all You did in the beginning of Power 96, when Y’all went for more than a year commercial free ‘cause you bumped all manners of Hip-Hop music.
Jill Tracy, thank you for your tireless efforts during those seemingly endless days when WEDR insisted live for all to hear that they would NEVER play Hip-Hop music, the likes of Public Enemy for it does not positive for the Youth.
DJ RAW and all the other pirates thank you for the many 919s, ensuring the Youth got to hear Public Enemy.
Dayne Dickson, thank you for The Caribbean Unity Showcase and for using profits form your Liberty City based business to sponsor local Youth in the Caribbean Carnival Parade when it first began on Biscayne Boulevard.
DJ Chris and all the New York Mixtape Cowboys, thank you for slinging dem things like it was coca on DA AVE.
Mike Valentine, thank you for The Jazz Set.
Lil John, thank you for raising the property value of ALL of North Dade with your presence while in residence in Opa Locka..
Shy D, thank you for keeping it Geechie, the connection that is Florida, Georgia and South Carolina.
MC MADNESS, thank you for your poetry so poetically rhythmically and artistically reminding us Mississippi, Alabama and Louisiana is HOME too.
Khalid Haneef, thank you for your ‘Behind The 8ball’ cartoon strip in the Palm Beach newspaper.
Drunk Drew (Area 61 Massive) thank you for The Science Room.
Alfred James and Bart Mervil (Cyclops Massive – PINK Documentary and How The South was Won) thank you for SharpShooters Photography Studio.
Dread-n-Da Rhymesters, thank you for Black I Productions.
My T and The Sinmen, thank you for “Is Miami in Da House.”
Big Gates, thank You for ‘Tell Dem Crackers Dat.”
Jenny and Greg, thank you for the Spoken Word jump off in Lincoln Road Mall on South Beach.
Adrian Castro, Malachi Smith, Raining Deer, Gene and Wallis Tinnie, thank you for the poetry and writing workshops at The Liberty City Community Center.
(41 for me, means am an ole lady. Memory bin gone, so please don’t assume this all there ever was, is or gone be outta Dade County.)
In closing, as a long standing bus pass having KNOCKAH, BIG UP to all who made ‘BACK A DA GROVE,’ a HAVEN where riding on 20s wasn’t law, it was the Culture of Our Ancestor’s Traditions. A’s Home last in ’06 and A know all Y’all who A met and don’t know how to stop Loving saw thru ma eyes The beauty that is The Opa Locka Strip. Man, Am happy ain’t nobody ask me tah judge. ‘Cause A’d a given e’ry Cah, two trophies, one for best in class and one for best in show.)
LONG LIVE THE DUNK! THE BASS! And A COUNTY called DADE!
I LOVE!
wordslingAH, Da Kid!
9/18/2008 3:04:19 PM© cindy adrienne quashie, 2614 4th ave, apt 408, Seattle, WA 98121 (206) 441-5412 cindyquashie@yahoo.com
To Viacom:- the City of Miami is divided into subdivisions. One of these neighborhoods is called BROWNsville SUBdivision, hence the name BROWNSUB. Kindly refrain from bleeping a neighborhood in Ma HOMETOWN filled with GRINDERS out of the playing of the video, BORN and RAISED in DADE, as well as live performances that you sponsor.
IT IS NOT THE WAY OF THE KNOCKAH TO USE THE INTERNET TO MAKE A NAME FOR HERSELF.
IT IS NOT THE WAY OF THE KNOCKAH TO GET INTO INTERNT FIGHTS.
IT IS NOT THE WAY OF THE KNOCKAH TO DISRESPECT ANOTHER’S HUSTLE.
IT IS THE WAY OF THE KNOCKAH TO RESPECT DADE COUNTY AND EVERYTHING IT’S PEOPLE, THEIR GRIND AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS.
IT IS THE WAY OF THE KNOCKAH TO APPRECIATE ALL THOSE WHO HAVE GONE BEFORE, THOSE WHO ARE NOW PRESENT AND THOSE YET TO COME FROM WHOSE ACTIONS, WE ALL BENEFIT.
MIAMI: SunShine eclipsed by The Arab Attack of joey’s crack
It is such a joy sitting here watching ATL WEEK on MTV JAMS. Seeing so many different artists and entrepreneurs who represent the variety and vibrancy that is not just Atlanta, but Georgia overall fills me with great joy and excitement. It is entertaining and educating. And I wish to thank all of those participating for presenting Their Home in such a wonderful light.
With all that love in the air, it troubles me that my mind has drifted back to reconsidering my writing off MY BLOCK: MIAMI’s fifteen minutes spent on ACTUAL FLORIDA ARTISTS as an anomaly. I am forced to look myself in the mirror and accept that the place, no matter where I was born or roam, THE PLACE, I consider HOME, had nothing more to offer THE BIG O.G. SWAY and His Crew, than fifteen minutes of The Essence of Magic that has always been a City called MIAMI.
I have to revisit my watching MIAMI week and writing off the THREE (3) days of programming DEDICATED to THE ARAB ATTACK OF JOEY’S CRACK as all those few folks are on major labels, MTV is a Multinational Global Corporation, so thus the resulting programming; instead of a hint to a situation more gravely telling and devastating for my HOME and the current state of affairs as regards to its international portrayal of OUR GRIND.
I must confess, in 1998, for health reasons, I had to relocate to a locale where the year round climate was more cool. And though I still have many Family and Friends in South Florida, who am blessed to visit on occasion, not being on the ground and able to witness and experience firsthand, it has taking me sometime to comprehend the bullshit that has piled up and poisoned our pristine waterways.
To be precise, THE ARAB ATTACK OF JOEY’s CRACK.
On September 10, 2001, there was a Hip-Hop deejay named THE ARAB ATTACK. While I have not heard anything of Him since September 11, 2001, there is a Hip-Hop deejay named DJ Khaled on the pop industry entertainment scene who looks EXACTLY like THE ARAB ATTACK.
This DJ Khaled (a dead ringer for ARAB ATTACK) caught my attention in a YouTube interview where He was asked to comment on a documentary, I just recently saw for the first time called “COCAINE COWBOYS.”
(Please note I had heard such a film was in production and saw all the ads for said film when it was released. However, the era that this KNOCKAH knows was being referenced (approx 1979 to 1992) was a time when I moved to 13440 Aswan Road in Opa Locka. And after all that living, I frankly was not ready to relive the REALNESS of The REALITY, that outside of the cocaine and weapons trade, if any jobs existed they all started your pay at $3.35 an hour. I was NOT and frankly probably will never be ready to accept, that all MaMa Pearl, like so many of Our Mothers had left to pick up the remains of Her Son TOBY, shot 100 (ONE HUNDRED) times was some tweezers, TOBY, who KNOCKAHS and HOMEBOYS all HAILED as HOLLYWOOD (meaning SuperStar) for He was The DEFINITION of DUNKRIDER for hardcore car enthusiasts in Dade County. I’ll NEVER be ready to relive the canyons craved by tears on McDuffie’s MaMa’s face when Officer Lozono got off scott free for murdering HER SUN on his way home from one $3.35 n hour job to change to go to another. And don’t even suggest I accept Ma SistahGurl, Michelle forced to mule out Herself to feed her family and getting caught in The Bahamas and her calls to The US Embassy there going unanswered.)
>>>>>>>‘Sides, the only time I didn’t watch Miami Vice as a comedy was the episode when Crockett rode out in the ‘Tess to Phil Collins’ “In The Air Tonight.” Lemme help you get this. Go rent Frank Sinatra’s “TONY ROMA” and tell me if the Crockett character don’t look familiar. Watch Quincy on Retro television and then any CSI, and then come tell me, if for the times they occurred in and innovations available to use in the scripts, both of those shows dealing with forensics to solve crimes are not both masterpieces. Do the same with Perry mason and Law and Order. NOW, compare Miami Vice to Hawaii Five-O. On the top of your notepad, write, LOCALE, ACTORS, CHARACTERS, CRIMINALS, DRUGS, UNDERCOVER , INFORMANTS, DRUGS, GUNS, LAW ENFORECEMENT TACTICS and MONEY.<<<<<<
But, back to pleasantries.
How could ANYBODY who resided in DADE COUNTY, claiming gangster, authority or expertise, be so MOVED like DJ Khaled (dead ringer for ARAB ATTACK) in His YouTube Cocaine Cowboy video?
And PitBull, You was young, so lemme help you out.
The CenTrust Tower was not built to look like ‘cake’ as in cocaine.
A Dade County Man named David Paul, who got caught up in the S&L Junk Bond Scandal of The Ronald Reagan Era, then president of CenTrust Bank (first organized as Dade Federal Savings) as a goft to The People of South Florida and also out of a desire for Our City to have a landmark corporate building defining its skyline pulled off an architectural feat still envied in most world capitals. And that was he got I.M. Pei, considered the 20th Century’s most accomplished architect to design The CenTrust Tower. And with its Majestic beauty that I know reflects the Essence of My Community and Neighbors, the element I found most endearing was the sky garden that ANYONE, back then could take the elevator and go up to, and from that perch get a panoramic view of Our Lovely Land.
(And it ain’t because I worked for that company for five years why I know that.)
The Pride throughout Florida when SunShine reflect off that building and worldwide, everyone instantly knew they were looking at downtown Miami is how I am sure.
Hollywood’s Baby Brother, in my opinion, should have been included in the film, not just served up as an aside in a YouTube video after the fact. Trick Daddy Dollars is one of the most prolific and intelligent people of Our generation that Dade County has produced. And His insights, knowledge and understanding of Our Community would have gone a long way to further enhance, what is a very informative film for those who were previously unaware and a brief synopsis for those who lived thru the time period the filmmakers so eloquently portrayed.
With the mass deregulation of The Reagan Era finally trickling down in critical mass on Americans at this time, ATL Week is actually serving a far greater purpose as a well needed diversion for me. So, I CANNOT express how pissed I am at myself that I find myself having wandered back to My BLOCK MIAMI and MIAMI WEEK and having this time travel so upset my balance, I must pen out loud this cry from My Soul.
WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH Y’ALL?
Every ten minutes is a different Person from Atlanta, speaking on Atlanta, introducing the world to things Atlanta and welcoming all to enjoy.
Meanwhile, THREE (3) days of MIAMI WEEK was about fat joe?
Tell me, that was because he made the elephant’s share of profit off of “BORN and RAISED in DADE.
Tell me, that was because Y’ALL knowing Dade County is a communal society where individuals must develop the spine to go it alone if necessary, have chosen to fall in love with your global entertainment industry pedestals. And thus have taken this to mean you refuse to share any Sunshine with anyone else in or from Our Community.
Tell me, that was because Y’all is contractually obligated to recite W-E-T-H-E-B-E-S-T after every bar.
Tell me, that was because in a locale where one of the three official languages is Creole, you could not find ONE Haitian to rhyme on Born and Raised.
Tell me, that was because in a locale that birth BASS MUSIC, there was not ONE BASS Musician available to do a BASS version of Born and Raised in equal measure akin to David Banner’s most Exquisite Screwed and Chopped MISSISSIPPI albums.
Tell me, that was because the few of you are the ONLY musicians and artist in the entire SUNSHINE STATE allowed to practice your craft and profit from said produce as a business.
Or we could take it to DA AVE and ask Folks what THEY think ‘bout Y’all addiction to joey’s crack.
For I am at a lost trying to figure out why.
Florida in general and Dade (well MIAMI-DADE nah) County is blessed to overflowing with innovative enterprises individuals and groups. A mean We got soundscan in Our Flea markets for heaven’s sake. We got Mom and Pop business who sponsor the buyout of local cable time, where We are entertained and informed in all three of Our native tongues thru music shows, soap operas, sporting events and news forums.
I would like to mention just a handful of the Folks who could have been given three seconds of airtime, that ALL A Y”ALL DAYUM WELL KNOW’, that would have rocked the world about out hamlet, the way the CenTrust building did on its debut.
But I am communicating via the internet. And in this virtual-reality, y’all like to think that if someone offers an opinion, they must be financed by one “y’all haterz.’ And I do not wish to tarnish anyone’s long fought for name and reputation with My Cry.
So Amma just end on this note.
To ALL MA DAWGS grinding, May God’s Good Grace continue to shine on and bless your endeavors.
ICE CREAM MAN thank you for Haulover Beach Daze
Clint O’Neil, thank You for 12 midnight to 6 am Sunday to Sunday Caribbean Music on Public Radio.
Jam Pony Express, Uncle Al and SugarHill DeeJays, Quad City DeeJays, 69Boyz, MC MADNESS, Ghetto Style DJs thank you for bring the club to the projects like Y’all still doing.
2Live Crew thank you for showing the hypocrisy We face by standing trial for performing an adult show in a strip club then getting banned in the usa.
Uncle Luke thank you for asserting your Civil Rights, so that I now have LUTHER CAMPBELL v US as ‘legal’ authorization to be an artist as I wish.
Peter, thank you ETERNALLY for THE BOX and ‘HOW CAN I BE DOWN’ Hip-Hop Summits.
Rhythm Rocker, thank You for The Saturday Night Funk Box.
Don Rico Ricketts, thank you for your educational and philosophical insights expressed in and on local media.
Darnella Dunham, thank You for standing firm in your successful quest to get a Hip-Hop show on the University of Miami’s airwaves.
ACE ONE (Black Forest) and DEE BAKER for your local cable access show.
Taz of Doz Funky Bastardz (Blitzbeatz) and Mother Superia for The original “ROCK BOTTOM OF THE MAP.”
DJ Laz, Thank You for all You did in the beginning of Power 96, when Y’all went for more than a year commercial free ‘cause you bumped all manners of Hip-Hop music.
Jill Tracy, thank you for your tireless efforts during those seemingly endless days when WEDR insisted live for all to hear that they would NEVER play Hip-Hop music, the likes of Public Enemy for it does not positive for the Youth.
DJ RAW and all the other pirates thank you for the many 919s, ensuring the Youth got to hear Public Enemy.
Dayne Dickson, thank you for The Caribbean Unity Showcase and for using profits form your Liberty City based business to sponsor local Youth in the Caribbean Carnival Parade when it first began on Biscayne Boulevard.
DJ Chris and all the New York Mixtape Cowboys, thank you for slinging dem things like it was coca on DA AVE.
Mike Valentine, thank you for The Jazz Set.
Lil John, thank you for raising the property value of ALL of North Dade with your presence while in residence in Opa Locka..
Shy D, thank you for keeping it Geechie, the connection that is Florida, Georgia and South Carolina.
MC MADNESS, thank you for your poetry so poetically rhythmically and artistically reminding us Mississippi, Alabama and Louisiana is HOME too.
Khalid Haneef, thank you for your ‘Behind The 8ball’ cartoon strip in the Palm Beach newspaper.
Drunk Drew (Area 61 Massive) thank you for The Science Room.
Alfred James and Bart Mervil (Cyclops Massive – PINK Documentary and How The South was Won) thank you for SharpShooters Photography Studio.
Dread-n-Da Rhymesters, thank you for Black I Productions.
My T and The Sinmen, thank you for “Is Miami in Da House.”
Big Gates, thank You for ‘Tell Dem Crackers Dat.”
Jenny and Greg, thank you for the Spoken Word jump off in Lincoln Road Mall on South Beach.
Adrian Castro, Malachi Smith, Raining Deer, Gene and Wallis Tinnie, thank you for the poetry and writing workshops at The Liberty City Community Center.
(41 for me, means am an ole lady. Memory bin gone, so please don’t assume this all there ever was, is or gone be outta Dade County.)
In closing, as a long standing bus pass having KNOCKAH, BIG UP to all who made ‘BACK A DA GROVE,’ a HAVEN where riding on 20s wasn’t law, it was the Culture of Our Ancestor’s Traditions. A’s Home last in ’06 and A know all Y’all who A met and don’t know how to stop Loving saw thru ma eyes The beauty that is The Opa Locka Strip. Man, Am happy ain’t nobody ask me tah judge. ‘Cause A’d a given e’ry Cah, two trophies, one for best in class and one for best in show.)
LONG LIVE THE DUNK! THE BASS! And A COUNTY called DADE!
I LOVE!
wordslingAH, Da Kid!
9/18/2008 3:04:19 PM© cindy adrienne quashie, 2614 4th ave, apt 408, Seattle, WA 98121 (206) 441-5412 cindyquashie@yahoo.com
To Viacom:- the City of Miami is divided into subdivisions. One of these neighborhoods is called BROWNsville SUBdivision, hence the name BROWNSUB. Kindly refrain from bleeping a neighborhood in Ma HOMETOWN filled with GRINDERS out of the playing of the video, BORN and RAISED in DADE, as well as live performances that you sponsor.
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