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It’s nice to have some holiday downtime and not be all go-go-go. I’ve even gotten in some Animal Crossing play. After 40 minutes of picking up weeds, Bianca, one of my villagers, told me she’d heard I was dead.
Later, we’re in Lisa’s living room taking turns playing songs from Spotify.
Lisa just played “Woo”, by Rihanna. When the song ends, fading out, Leeza deadpan said, “That song is pure evil.”
“You guys, I forgot to mention it but that is my energy song, it makes me feel so HOT.” Lisa adds with a chuckle.
“It has an evil vibe,” I admit. “An evil vibe,” Leeza confirms.
“Don’t be judging,” Lisa reminds us.
“Your next,” Lisa said, nodding to Leeza, “What’ve you got for us,” she speculates, “some mental health rock?”
Leeza’s had this girl-punk-rock group called “Vancougar” playing on a loop in her room. At first, I wasn’t enthusiastic but now I think they slay. Her mom’s even gotten on board, dancing “the twist” to “Philadelphia” when it rolls around. Leeza has great taste in music although she leans a bit EMO (emotionally hard core) for me. She makes me feel old by introducing us to all these new bands like “Youngest and only,” “Calling all Captains” and “Beatrice Dear.”
“I’ve got one song to play,” Leeza says, “Paparazzi, by Lady Gaga.”
“I’ve been listening to that song all WEEK!” I gasp, “I love that song, it may be her best - that’s so random,” I finish saying as the song starts.
As Paparazzi ends Lisa says, “That song has major Gwen Stefani vibes.”
“It DOES,” I agree, “It could be “Cool” or “Sweet Escape.”
“Yeah, for sure,” Leeza agreed, “shoutout to No Doubt.”
Leeza says, “I have a conversation topic: What’s something we all acknowledge is cheugy but we still do anyway?”
“Being blonde,” I say, which gets stitches of laughter because it’s true and Lisa and I are.
“That’s true, that’s fair,” redheaded Leeza laughs. “Anyone blonde is dead to me,” which gets her a pillow in the face.
“Ok, I’m going to come for a lot of people,” Lisa says, “but yogurt, yogurt is cheugy.”
Leeza gasps, “You think yogurt.. It’s not cheugy!” she practically yells, “It gives MOM.”
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slang..
cheugy = something off-trend, or behind in an awkward way - millennial, but not fully vintage.
gives mom = a comfort activity
You probably feel like the world is against you.
This letter is for that young woman from fifty years ago.
She was eighteen years old; that was me. I experienced those feelings back then, and as I look back through a reverse mirror of time, I realize that while the societal context may have changed, the emotions and struggles I faced remain relevant. They highlight enduring themes like resilience and identity.
Individual experiences are crucial; they illuminate broader issues and provide vital insights into the historical context that informs today’s discussions. Focusing on the past is essential for understanding present challenges—it doesn’t hinder progress; it fuels it. By sharing my narrative, I hope to empower young women and inspire them to recognize the connections between the past and the present as they forge their paths.
Forget about your looks; they will come in time. Look around you; it’s all about visualizing what Mother Nature can do. The potential is there, but you may struggle to understand how to harness it. I assure you that you can profit from the land. Those wild aloe stalks you see are just the beginning. In fifty years, they will be showcased in the beauty industry.
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By 2025, it will cost millions of dollars and be an essential ingredient in most facial products aimed at reversing the aging process. Unlike Rihanna Fenty's product line which focuses on a variety of products, this is about using all-natural ingredients from the land. This was us against the world, and here I am today, looking back in time to see your reaction as you read this letter.
People may laugh at you now, but you will strive to embody the beauty of a goddess. Even as I write this narrative letter to you, I still feel your pain. People back then were afraid of the unknown; we were not. We were wise and adventurous.
Be brave, be strong, and remember that you are sheltered under the blood of Jesus. Read Psalm 91 daily.
I'm just having fun, but no doubt someone will take this serious
I'm about to take you on a lyrical experience
I'm having fun with words, like when a baby first starts reading books
Saying I'm good at rhyming, Is like saying Mike Tyson packs a decent punch
I best mention the Kardashians other wise you'll have trouble keeping up
Me with a pen is more dangerous than Michael Myers on Halloween when he starts slashing with the knife
Telling me I can't rhyme, is the biggest mistake you've made since you let your ex Back in to your life
Speaking of exes, will someone please date mine
I promise she'll give you a great time
I'll pay for the date, its all on me
All I ask, is please be good enough to get her to stop calling me
I love Hip Hop, and yeah I know I'm white
Please be creative and tell me how I'm the new Vanilla ice
Or how I should walk right back across 8 mile
I could have thrown this into my waste pile
But I just wanted to write some joke lines and have some fun
Sick of hearing rappers talk about drugs and how they pack a gun
"yeah I'm Bad. I'll make this Uzi Squirt"
You don't know who Nas is, And think the greatest rapper is Lil Uzi Vert
Or some other mumble rapper with lame rhymes
You deserve to have Biggie and Big Pun sit on you at the same time
Some guy called Young Thug is wearing dresses
That's not something I have a problem with
My problem is
There's so much going on in the world and these rappers are scared to address it
What happened to Hip-Hop when rappers would share a message?
Nas, Big Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, I could name so many more
Now its a bunch of dudes who sound the same with empty thoughts
I'd pretend to be from the hood and blast guns but I'd fail
I'd rather be the real me, and I'm far too cute to go to Jail
I just love Hip Hop and the way it used to be
You always get the truth from me
someone tell Rihanna I'm ready to give her the best 30 seconds of her life
Tell her she'll only regret it if I become a legend when I die
Knowing she could of had me
This is my last piece of paper, I'm now pad free
I was watching rap battles on YouTube, So took you on this lyrical experience
I'm just a poetical lyricist
Mama's here, little one.
Even when she's not.
Her arms are wrapped around you,
She loves you a lot.
Mama's always by your side,
Even when she can't talk.
When you're at your best.
And even when you're at your worst.
Kai loves you.
Mama loves you.
Nothing could be more true,
Than the words I speak when I'm with you.
I want to be there for you.
I want to lift you up.
Someday, we'll meet.
Someday, I will.
I'll press butterfly kisses all over your face.
I'll sqwoosh your cheeks and hug you close.
I'll cuddle with you all the time.
I'll never ever leave your side.
One day, we'll meet.
Then, you'll see.
Mama's here. Mama's with you.
She'll never ever leave.
When Tigger can't bounce,
And Pooh hates honey.
When Peter Pan can't fly,
And Mater isn't funny.
That's when I'll stop loving you,
That's when I'll move on.
When Patton can't smile,
And Roman drops his sword and runs.
When Logan can't find a solution,
And doesn't even try.
When Virgil gives up on the others,
And becomes the bad guy.
That's when I'll leave you.
When the world ends.
Only then,
Will I not be your friend.
I may not be good at everything,
Or even good for you.
But I swear on my life,
I could never stop loving you.
Not you.
Not Alex.
Not Al or Kat.
Not Kayden.
Not Katie.
Not Rory or Batts.
Not Megan.
Not Joan.
Not Cassie or Jen.
Not Marie.
Not Zoe.
Not Olivia or Em.
Not Emma.
Not Beet.
Not Caelum or Kali.
Not Cas.
Mot Gabby.
Not Serena or Bailey.
Not Xavier.
Not Rihanna.
Not Natasha or Mac.
Not even Malaya.
Not even Sonnae.
Not even if there isn't a person that loves me back.
I could never stop loving,
All the people in my life.
Past or present,
Even if they weren't nice.
Mama always loves you.
She'll never move on.
Mama won't ever stop loving,
Even if everyone else is gone.
Mama loves you.
Your highs and your lows.
Kai loves you.
They'll protect you from all your foes.
Mama's always here, little one.
Even when she's not.
Her arms are wrapped around you.
She loves you a lot.
I don't understand why this generation are obsessed with worshipping celebrities
Go on social media and everything a Kardashian does is described as legendary
You sit around wasting your life by watching someone else living theirs
Obsessing over who Rihanna is dating or what a Kardashian wears
You'll willingly put yourself in debt buying it, knowing that it costs too much
Because you blindly follow these people like a lost pup
Is it obsession or something you lack inside?
Because soon after you'll get surgery to match their thighs
Then pay even more for the same breasts, booty and body but you still won't feel beautiful
Because you'll soon discover you still don't have their life
You still have the same routine but with a debt of thousands to clear
You're still gossiping and believing every single rumour you hear
You watch reality television and act like you've lost a lung if you miss an episode
When it's over you're begging them to do an extra show
You seem to think it's real but I guarantee it's pre-written
You're so stuck in your ways you refuse to see different
Because you fancy a contestant and think they have someone great hosting
You spend your money to support your favourite, but they have fake voting
They don't have enough real drama so all the producers do is create moments
Instead of putting your best outfit on and going out with friends
You'd rather fantasize about being at a Drake party and living in pretend
They're not Ed Sheeran or Drake so you won't give a chance to a normal guy
You spend all day on Twitter bombarding celebrities for a follow back or reply
Ignoring texts from friends and family at the same time
But you won't admit that this isn't healthy for your mind
You've been brainwashed into believing celebrities are the be all and end all
That's why your trying to be a Kardashian and ignoring when your friends call
Spending all day trying to recreate the latest Beyonce and Rihanna selfie
Sorry to break it to you, but Celebrity worshipping isn't healthy
Once my tears and blood dry
I'll transform into the good guy
I'll live with a smile like I've never seen love die
I'll start to be more careful with associates
I'll no longer say or think of anything inappropriate
Whatever comes my way I'll shoulder it
I won't drink as much
I'll overcome my Suicidal thoughts and won't think of such
I'll find another way to cope when my ink is stuck
And I'm placed with writers block
Sitting with my pad without a single idea and most of my night is lost
I'll get back up and start again without looking back at the height I dropped
I'll take Depression on in the boxing ring if you can get Mike Tyson to watch
They won't lend me an ear, So I'll take a leaf from Tyson's book and I'm biting it off
I only said that for shock value, hopefully you got quite a shock
Isn't it funny how I'm out of ink and they're writing me off
But there's a reason they're not getting book deals
Why would I have an issue with someone doubting me, when I don't even know how hugs feel
I took a lot of punches from Depression and my blood spilled
Back when I didn't think I could heal
Dragged through a mud field
No protection because I didn't have a good shield
Sat alone in the darkest room
Crying about my scars and wounds
But now I know they're part of my story and show that I survived
Even if you don't like the flow when I write
You know that I'm right
Pick your weapon of choice, but I have a loaded pen, so you won't want to show to the fight
As a kid I was scared of the dark, until I learned to grow into the night
I plan to win so I always grow and adapt to overcome my worst fears
There's a lot of hurt here
a lot of words shared
I'll adapt to the place you don't need to adjust the room
Hello Rihanna, I have a crush on you
sorry I thought I'd use a line to shoot my shot, but don't worry I'll shut up soon
I'm now over my tears and my blood's dried
So I'll go back to being the good guy
From Sunday to Sunday,
We work hard like the donkeys in sironko;
Moving to and fro like roadside vendors and hawkers.
Like the holy spirit has descended upon as,
The way it was on pentecost,we move up and down all day.
We go to the laboratory from the ward,
From the theater to the morgue,
To the store from the supervisor's office.
Thinking hard and keeping our brains in check,
We go to work everyday to save the dear lives of mothers and babies.
A blow of sadness hits our faces,
Whenever we lose one of them to death.
Regret fills our hearts for where we were negligent;
And we live never to forget that moment,
When,we relaxed on duty and messed things up.
Sometimes,a feeling of giving up kisses our lips;
And soon,when we are yet to verbalize it,
That we have given up and cannot try anymore,
Or that we are tired and clients should leave us alone, give us a break;
Sense overrules, and we return to our ethical boundaries.
We work,work,work;- like Rihanna sings.
We work and work and work till the work itself is tired of us;
But still,we work to save their lives; mother's and babies.
Pushing and screaming; crying and fighting,
Quarrelling and abusing us;
We urge her to breathe in,and breathe out;
To relax and calm down,and think not about anything other than her baby;
Whom,she has carried for nine months,
Persevering through the sleepless nights and pregnancy complications
Just to see her child become someone who will breathe and live on its own.
On the other hand,we desist from the temptation to slap her;
She can mean to be disappointing sometimes; you know??
A smile tickles our lips,and our teeth,we hide no more.
Sweat runs down our faces,but we forget to wipe it away, overwhelmed with joy!
The crying of the baby,is the joyful laughter of the mother.
It is the peaceful relief of the midwife.
Allover the world,that is what we do. That's our daily routine.
The CRY OF A KENYAN.
Rihanna talks of The New America
American Oxygen
It seems same for poor Kenya
Our one and only treasure
Drowning in the dark
Driven by cartels of no concern
No care for the next generation.
And here's my plead.
Am lost within a nation
No name no trace
No location no possession
No government but govern men
No freedom but free doom
Threats are the new proverbs
New slogans taking over,
(guilty till proven rich)
Corruption a current chess game
Leadership now a business gap
Leaders being Board Members
Cabinet being the shareholders
I wonder if we are the debtors
No say, since the burden is too big.
Am tired, torn, worn and tortured for my silence
Enough, if the flowing blood
Enough of the illegal lands
Enough of the assassinations
Coz Kenya is now more less Hollywood.
A crew hired to act the movie
The happenings seem dreams
All like fiction in The Originals.
The only fact, that time is passing
No longer can we entrust our lives on the government
No longer can we express out freely
No longer are our cases ruled with justice
Cases clog in the courts.
No longer can even prayers shaken their utter
No longer do they fear the Supreme One
But in churches, all different
Sited like an innocent infant
Faked sorrows while praying
All aiming to win our trust
Let's standout,Kenyans for Kenya
Let's open up eyes, and stop being fooled
Let's stop falling on their knees like slaves
A fact,they are meant to be our servants
But act like we are theirs slaves
Some lie to be fighting for us
But are after the seat, to grab the cheques
Wanting the privileges and Excellency
Let's stand for our poor Kenyans
Say No to their treachery
A New Kenya, me and you. — thinking about Kenya.
courtesy of Kagz de falsa as at 10/06/2016
I'm sick to death of predictable rhymes
Such as I should be a drug dealer because I provide dope lines
I love you
It's true
I don't know what to do
Left her on read, now she's feeling blue
I'm tired of it all
I'm trying to raise my pen game to make up for where others fall
I'm just trying to Optimise
I stay to myself because problems arise
Once you start to get obsessed with dollar signs
My pen aims in all directions and I won't apologise
I don't care who gets hit or who's offended
Stop being so sensitive, I don't need friendships
I'm Nas and Rakim blended
Kids these days can't even quote a Big Daddy Kane line
But they keep up with the Kardashians
Most of these celebrities got famous by accident
When I listen to a Young Thug song my Brain declines
It refuses to listen to the nonsense
I'm sick of today's challenges and who can be the wackest contests
I miss when music had meaning and was complex
Nas, Tupac, Big Pun, Jay-Z, different flows and rhyme schemes
Now on YouTube being an idiot is how you find dreams
Am I supposed to be impressed by 10 Diamond chains?
I'm not impressed by who's flying first class, I respect who designed the plane
These days it seems that every mind's the same
Your favourite singer doesn't even write their own songs
Beyonce, Rihanna, and more, but you just go along
You don't care about the words, if there's a catchy hook and beat
I'd rather inspire those who look to me
Even if it's just one person I inspire
The same way Eminem got me through my hard times
At least my art's mine
And I write about what I desire
I flip the script and write my own
I may not be a king yet, but I'll fight for the throne
They'll say I'm being disrespectful, which is fine
I'm only saying that I'm tired of celebrities and predictable rhymes
#"Dinner's Ready...Come and Eat!"
-GRANDMOTHER (Who can out bake HER!)
"Hey Baby...I'm On My Way!"
-LOVE OF YOUR LIFE (A Loving Husband or Wife. As Well, A Solid Potential: Actions* Match Words: That's So Essential!)
"This is a MUST-READ!"
-SUCCESSFUL EXEMPLIFYER (Everything they Say and DO Is FIRE! Circles Such As These Can Lead *YOU* Progressing HIGHER! NEXT LEVEL! PERHAPS SEVERAL!!!)
"Silence is GOLDEN"
-THE SOUND THINKER (The DEAFENING Muted Sound...Electing NOT To Respond...
It's Not Always Required, Necessary or Warranted AND Says SOOO MUCH! *TRUST*)
"B!$! Better Have My Money"
-RIHANNA (This is a Song From a Most Popular Music Talent...The Moral Is...
PAY OTHERS WHAT YOU *OWE* EM'!
My OWN Words: "KARMA HAS A HIGHER PRICE...NO WOODEN NICKELS NEITHER.)
"I Bid You Farewell!"
-SUN&HAIL (This is when the SOUL WHISPERS....
Solace AND Acceptance with Overwhelming PEACE That A Person Sends To A Person WHOM Was ONCE Their Person;
I Bid You Farewell, At One Point You Made My Heart SWELL...In UTTER Joy and at times...UTTER Pain, Mutual**That PART IS A SHAME; YET, THE GOOD AND THE GROWTH THAT FOLLOWED...
AN IMPERATIVE...AMEN!
SUCH A *BLESSED* GAIN!!!)
"Your HEALTH Is Your WEALTH!"
-The MASTER of MINDFULNESS (Upon address, HE/SHE takes INVENTORY...
WHAT Can I Do, To IMPROVE My GROOVE!
Get Out And MOVE(MORE) And STRENGTHEN Your CORE! By The Way,
One More Convey: BECOME A WATERHOLIC!)
What Are YOUR Eargasms, Eyegasms or Exciting Idea Spasms? *SMILE*
ENHANCEMENT/BETTERMENT AND TESTAMENT: "LISTENING CLOSELY, OH SO CLOSELY!~"
-AN ATTENTIVE POET
-EARGASMS
"HOW POWERFUL...
*THOSE* SENTIMENTS!!!"
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} May 24, 2023#