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Time is money in this recession So although a slight imposition … I listened … To the collision of his Stupid superstition of inhibitions He said ignorance is bliss... I said NO... Intelligence is... Ignorance is YOUR obstacle Intellect is a powerful positive threshold Know the difference Between distorted angles of anguish and understanding The factual dissimilarity Between the act of denial and actually excelling Ignorance is NOT BLISS All it does is feed your fears to stop your success Familiarity breeds contempt So strive for the universal antidote of intelligence… I’m just saying…. its free but pay attention LeeLee is about to learn you a lesson!
Thank you, Jamie. Ok, class is in session So study for your test Having a degree does not Grant you common sense Some don't have the sense that God gave them Hell, Captain can't even save them Republicans claim that they can relate to my plight Whatever helps you sleep at night You have the right to express your opinions Everyone has one... just like an A-Hole You know I strive for intellectual bliss NOT to swim in your pool of ignorance Bliss, to me, is receiving knowledge From life lessons as well as in college The mind is a VERY powerful tool Don't be an intelligent fool Come eat this food for thought Brought to you by this scholar in the making And funded by God's continued blessings Our differences shouldn’t be a curse And negativity should NEVER be rehearsed So, like Jamie said, intelligence IS bliss Get the picture? Class is dismissed
UNMUTED INK FELLOWSHIP AWARD AUGUST 2012 This
Award is given to the person who has shown unbiased, unconditional,
unending support of their Fellow Poets, as well as contributed to the
fullness of The Unmuted Ink Group by submitting his own work, uplifting
others, seeking to promote Unity, Camaraderie, Solidarity.
This person is the Best of Unmuted Ink and we salute all you do.
This Months Award goes to:
Todd “The Lyfe Poet” Smith http://www.facebook.com/toddsmithakathelyfepoet
she wants something not within her reach
this derailed her from her plans
she was supposed to have had
real goals and aspirations
traded em in ghosts and apparitions
she’s taking force becomes a task force
all of this over a man
he's not even hers - but she'll be be dammned
she said she wants what she wants
and she wants YOUR man
watch her cuz she's scheming on him
plotting on your every move
waiting to jump in your spot
so she can win what you'll loose
you don't have to be enemies
don't take it personally
if yall aint on the same page
it may as well be different books
she's a man eating fish
a piranha with hooks
Piranha lady love's you, but she don't love her mother
Piranha lady hates you, because she swallows up weak brothers
Her plan iz Jezebel ion
Rebel-ion her deception
diseased from her wants
since her very own inception
Piranha lady love you, but she don't love her mother
Piranha lady hate you, because she swallows up her lovers
As she's surfing through the shallows
searching for the gallows
she's planning your downfall
she wants all but your bone marrow
Narrow minded little trickster
spinster posing winner
just a poot butt little sinner
Never known the coldest winter
Piranha lady love you, but she don't love her mother
Piranha lady hate you, watch for her she's under cover!
2 HEADED BEAST! an unauthorized collab by Qise "tha fuk outta here" notebook and Jamie "I WISH a muthaphuka would" Bond
Who in the hell left the gate open, its feeding time and we're ready to feast, more than a monster, this is a two-headed Beast... Out for blood, I be that wolf in sheep's clothing and, don’t act surprised cause, Jamie forewarned ya... Microwave flow, I radiation core warm ya, Two strikes of lightning, I’m the quiet before, she storms ya...
Ballpoints on one end, the other, sharpened to shanks so, don’t get too friendly cause, its more lethal than you think... No cage can hold us, we gnaw the bars off that bitch, and fuck a chain link, eat the barb wire off that fence...
Go ahead and get decapitated, there goes ya head, you're decapitated, have ya neck squirting blood like that bitch was lactating... See, we running wind sprints while your pen is jogging, Fukkit, Imma let Jamie finish off the rest of your carcase.
Ahhh seee, now ya know I like my beef well done I refuse to eat some shit that I already stepped on Yo Quise not only will we leave em decapitated we gonna have their ink spillage coagulating
and truth be told if I had a dick I’d be jockin myself 2 poets 1 paper we’re so dammn phenomenal got that cut cha 2 tha white meat monstrous flow we stay stifling they flows and mojos they told us to behave we said hell to tha NO
free write PDF downloads we cheffin up regrets we be like the loch ness monsters lockin down tha net like twin Frankenstein’s with pens leaking out our necks take my pens and stab em in tha head so they can think devilish spank dey asses makin em go back in tha lab like poetry techs
I see you grew some but we’re still gruesome wit it I see you still hiding behind your subliminal messages Betcha punk ass wont say it to my face wit cha embellished bullshit your nursery rhymes are seek and find and I’m a saduko bitch
Go ahead keep fuckin wit us actin like you can’t get touched I’m a monster wit sweet tooth and kinda still don’t want cha Welcome to the dungeon your welcome mat I’ll bludgeon Have your tee splattered wit blood lookin like a half used tampon Yo weak ass said you had a dope poem but tha dog you don’t own ate it It’s a muthaphukin lie cuz tha insurance company clearly stated It was a total wreck we caused pothole damage to ya paper
you pigeons are smitten wit our pens in tha paper play pen you aint hard you lookin like sponge bob up against a fuckin Spartan couldn’t hold me back from jumpin in yo ass if I swallowed a magnet we’ll hog tie their maggot asses to tha back of a chariot and drag em use my pen and stab you in the heart that you AINT got like a dagger you in the lair of Quise ~the notebook beast ~ and the den of mic breathing dragon
we stay in that unapologetically relentless fuck yo feelings battle mode so don’t get it fucked up chuck WE BE LIKE Neanderthals playin stick ball wit cho ballz tell ya what tho! Quise will twitter your murder as a trending topic under #realtalk #thepoetrymovement #fuckouttahere and #tryharder We’re cold hearted and uncouth toward tha artless you better be able to back yo pen up pimpin’ or we cuttin your wrists off and mailing it back to ya mamma I promise ya
So, have a deep convo with ya pen and tell it to think before it speaks before, it becomes what’s digested in the belly of this Beast...
We birth ability, while raising Kane, we spit fire to your flickering ass flame, This is Quise, no nickname and Jamie Bond ALL DAY...
I see you spittin your light colored hues and shit, while me and J.B is straight black and bluing shit, permanently bruising shit, eatin wack ass poets like food and shit so, stay tuned to the 10 o'clock news and shit...
No, this aint got shit to do with no slam, unless its slammin ya face, givin the pavement a fresh coat of skin, and once you get me started, its gon take my mama and your maker to get me off your ass then...
And it’ll always be an unfair fight cause, Jamie always blasts before the draw, and the first line of weak shit to come out ya lips, I’m breaking the fuckin glass in ya jaw...
You’ll do better tryin to separate us than tame us, for the sake of us eatin ya ass alive..
Th'Fukk Outta here... Befor I have Jamie snatch ya fukkin eyes out the sockets, and play dice with them shits..
yall just don’t know…. mike tyson and Quise got tha same m.o. you’re no challenge for him tho notebook in hand he’ll knock yo ass out in less than 3 mins only thing is that he don’t get frustrated tho Quise tha beast eats poets like you for breakfast Tyson dumb ass be eatin EARiooos
fuk outta here you see Quise in tha cut gettin heads sprung he got defibrillators for pens shockin chest lungs scribing anthrax inside of yo asthma pump
we’ll disrespect your whole conglomerate and write on your pad like we was in drum line Have your sneakers twist tied to an overpass wit a banner of your pic as grammas make shift shrine
candles and artificial flowers for yo fake ass be like yeah here goes another poet who tried HE thought he could and WE wished he would he was only a few blurred lines in a battle book
so we paid him some homage murked em and sent his bastardized off spring to college don’t worry we’ll raise tha lil faggot where you left off gonna trick his lil ass out on tha main block the only pops he knew was on a Kellogg’s box
tell em here take this thermometer from outcha ass lil man and put it around your neck real fast call it a weather doppler muthaphucka it’s a storm indicator for Jamie hurricanes and Quise tornado's and if you see it hit 90 then its too hot for ya just like like right now
cuz our words can make a thermos boil you simmer and sauté and we stay on broil everything about today is gaping ink oil on gravel deep fry your dreadlocks till yo thoughts unravel month to month or lips to chops we stay choppin it up its dirty jerz rockin out wit tha grimy south
We spyt poisonous truth serum into flu shots you betta get vaccinated while we on vacation cuz we aint playin Jamie and Quise in the same place oh best believe thaat … that shit is a state of emergency a muthafuckin hide yo men women and babies type of world wide evacuation
real talk ya couldn’t hold me back even if I were a ghost I got teeth stronger than galvanized steel posts I got yo mans’ bitch ass covering his mouth Quise gotcha girl holdin balls she aint even got Jodi in beast mode put cho ass in tha know be like gooddddd dayyuummmn homey you got knocked tha fuck ouuttttttttt
Quise just mushed ya punk ass in tha face talkin bout Get tha fuk outta here!! Haha
matrimony palimony acrimony then from your paycheck comes plenty non-amicable alimony unless you are still amiable but no longer to each other amenable they need to call it calamity-mony never to be seen again money Mr. judge, I cant do that cause I practice parsimony you mean I gotta slide some money to her, I’d rather contribute patrimony
this is gory aint no allegory taking all my dollar bill glory reducing my potential savings inventory are those kids mine, is it to late to go on Maury
I want my money back since we no longer sharing the same sack I can't even afford a whopper or a big Mac
her attorney compared to mine was more shrewd and pragmatic to make our love work I should have been more dogmatic a bedroom room acrobatic making her body feel ecstatic not enigmatic causing trouble laced with static thoughts of us being together forever were automatic I guess I overrated my cinematic charismatic
I wasn't out there cheating and eating and meeting and greeting and misleading but I should have done more to keep the romance from bleeding and being defeating
gonna be a stand up person and mention that I should have given our love more attention instead of letting it drift away causing derision division that lead to the judge's final decision
for it was me you quit.. we are no longer are a top ten hit... you still getting my money to pay for your benefits...
you mean I gotta pay you 2 leave it alone.. I can use dat $$$ to make other sweeties moan... any1, how about a non-repayment of a 200k loan b4 I go out and get stoned love turned from right to wrong and from my castle was I dethroned disowned can't even touch that naked hipbone now, even the dog looks at me like I'm unknown
JT was right, it's cheaper to kill her oops... I meant cheaper to keep her where is the white out when one needs it these alimony pays are causing my wallet a fit
whether you were out there or not to play and demonstrating your skills of unskilled foreplay or trying to lay use lay-a-way to lay some of your pay away to make sure I gets my money every payday
ALL THA MONEY
you aint gotta love me but you need to pay up chuck I been stressed due to all this mess you got the whole family hemmed up nah; you aint gotta like me but you need to get with that direct deposit I want the house, the kids the car, the dog the backyard and the walk in closet now I know you swoll about how things went down but it aint my fault you were the one tryna re live your youth don't be mad cuz you got caught
I'm gonna need my alimony matter of fact all the money I can get I want child support and for you to pay for the health insurance I'm gonna need those suits too cuz I paid for all of them you can have that garbage bag full of sweat pants that's for divorced men!
I'm chuckling cuz you're walking around with a false sense of confidence my lawyer is a pit-bull in lipstick call her PALIN so I'll drop the kids off every other weekend and you keep em till Monday morning while I'm with my new man getting beach tans like Stella getting her groove back
the alimony is all you know about me have the check be on time and don't whine I swabbed your cheek when you were asleep of course they are yours and mine this divorce decree should give you a degree in playas gettin paid cuz if they weren't yours which I wasn't sure of at first I wouldda let it be an uncontested divorce
only difference right now its not who lied first but which one of got caught but the matrimony to the money in your wallet gives me alimony to I'm old and gray cuz I'll rock this man made pension plan for as long as I can and never eva get remarried again
Testing JB and me is a bad habit. It’s ur soul we stole, no u can’t have it back silly wabbit. (Welcome to the dark side.) U envy this won’t stop for shit. got stock in Bic so we can’t quit. Samurai’s my style I, spit it better than Bruce Lee kick it. Hammer can’t touch this; I’m the og Funky Head Hunter. I’m the go getter, u the runner. JB and me be MWPs, Most Wanted Pens like enemas u get urs in the end. Don’t have to get ready we, stay ready. Hands on bics like addicts suckin’ dicks. Fuck the joker, wait til they get a load of me. I’m two-face, Bad Boy 1-EL-OH-VEE-E.
You’re in, a no win situation we fuckin’ u all like double penetration damaging guts with the thrust of my pen-erection. (check 1 check 2) My pen writes nice. Tricks are for kids, but this this aint no game like a switch blade, this bic was custom made for my hand. How, dare u touch the Holy Grail try to share in the glare my shine’s too bright gots to wear my sunglasses at night. Imma narcissistic bitch wit dis shit. Like Tony, I’m gr-r-reat at this. Now, Nip/Tuck ya tail and run on home. U can’t beat me with a wish, Sincerely, The Bic Specialist
you hear the echoes in a tunnel tellin you to follow tha light watch out its a scribe trap welcome to the dark side when all you got is a hammer then everything is nail on tha DL JB and DL are like tha hammers of hell I aint gotta lay my hands on you that's what tha guns are for besides DL already knows I don't wanna mess my nails up over yall but for the record... I need ya to stop and think why my nail polish is INK see I don't know whatcha thinkin we leave bodies floatin fish feedin and stickin in tha back of Lincolns you the small lies to a tall tale chasin your tails and ya still failed you lookin pale our verbs be like seltzer burns but taste like ginger ale bottled up and bottoms up we don't give a flyin fuck we got brass knuckles tatted on our hands prepared to tear shit up walls full of trophies and plaques we scribe headaches and heart attacks on your necks chest and backs you don't want none of that far from a come back this a call back call tha cops if you want and we'll have you twisted up like a glad bag strung up in knots have you inked up and smoothed out like a back drop IBJB that's me the poetic supremacist but can refer to us as the BIC SPECIALIST
with deceit in their hearts against me, Lord let the hairs on the back
of my neck stand, And for those who attempt to sabotage the efforts of
good that I do. Lord; allow me the powers of my instinct to overwhelm me
to double check and catch it before my signature of approval goes onto
it. And when the righteous ones are trying to live up to it for if not
my own standards then at least their own and still want… Lord; please
allow me the opportunity to pat them on the back before they have a
chance to do it themselves…. Knowing that you created us in your image,
Father in heaven; remind me to look at each person crossing my path as
an opportunity to enforce the Ten Commandments in your name O Lord. ~~ IBJB
with conceit, trying to impart it for mine eyes to see.....Lord let
this message break through their layers, with tact, so that they see
what you intended them to innerstand… When they try to present the
camouflage of the mirage with the veils of the untrue, Lord; disavow
their negative showers of thinking that they are selling me, as a
troubling test. And when the true enlightened ones are dieing to give
knowledge with settle hints, lift out thine shown answers, godsent for
the beast to retreat to the bottom layers, where, alone, the angels will
haunt. Lord let me follow thee, jurisprudentially, to gather and
impart, on their minds shores, the loving teaching of you O Lord. ~~ Isaac Vincent Washington
I see her in the thoughtful process of my poems As she only wishes he'd see her with his actions at home The water is shallow he stands upright yet has a crooked shadow He may be a king but he's undeserving of this captivating queen Rise up and respect what I see in your reflection They say the lighter the burden the broader the shoulders When you take responsibility for your own actions You finally have no one to blame but yourself Beauty is in the eye of the beholder not beer holder Till you believe me stay encouraged till you feel empowered Take it from seconds to minutes to hours Till you get thru each day by tha skin of your teeth Then circle every calendar Sunday and call it a week You are a kindred soul transforming into a butterfly soldier Rise up ma and be not just heard but seen... ibjb
Michelle Forbes I see her in pieces of a shattered yesterday
Jamie Bond I
see her struggling to see what we all see in her memorizing the true
reflection in her soul its a beautiful pic sis someone dropped the ball
on empowering her ego and she believed them till she could see with her
own eyes till her heart knows better...
Michelle Forbes Trying
to collect herself inside today... and gather the strength to utter
healing, to mumble prosperity in syllables that destroy the negative way
she may be feeling because queens have rough days too... and even still
her jewel crowned beckons light that breaks through shadows, her
reflection mirrors a prismatic glow that radiates pieces of her she used
to know, peeking underneath her wrinkled existence.. a rippled reality
broken because pieces of her seem to be missing.. And she stares at her
reflection with reminiscent kisses on her lips that miss loving
herself... Lost in the validation of love from someone else... Her eyes
saturated with so much warped truth that she can't truly see herself Her
image is her living hell, burning from preconceived notions of
society... Her mind tormented by what she fails to see...flames flicker
in regrets that fuel insecurities... Interrogating her own royalty who
Jamie Bond if only she'd
trust herself she'd know the whispers are gods wishes her path has been
created for her already yet she's in her own way....
Michelle Forbes she's
blocking beams of sun-rays, her bent mental state creates concave
interpretations of her truth, and the longer she stares her memory fails
to compute the truth....
Jamie Bond SHE
is a direct descendant of royalty and dances in a language that her
hips move linguistically to the true beat of her heart she has to start
somewhere she has to be clear of her choices and virtuous standards SHE
is the queen in all of us
Michelle Forbes somehow sexual validation is subtracting virtue...and she can only see what he wants her to...
Jamie Bond the
image takes her breath away so she sits and gazes till tears fall like a
stream off of her face THIS was not a shallow river when she began yet
look at her now never a fallen angel but more like an angel whose not
learned to soar yet ....
Michelle Forbes rippled
waters cloud perception in gray hues....she asks herself who are you?
her broken wings proof that she could have been anything her broken
wings proof that she once knew innocence
Jamie Bond there
are 5 senses in the body we use to survive and if she turns off hearing
the rest will amplify she needs to be still God is always talking to
her ... we no not who we are thats the least important knowing why we
are here is the purpose of our goals
Michelle Forbes still waters yield clarity, rippled sounds settling.. She can here God whispering....winds whistle she is still a queen
Jamie Bond she
smiles in her sleep like babies used to so even in slumber god sends
her messages downloading tasks like a calibrated motor problem is when
she awakes she never noticed....
Michelle Forbes greatness comes with great suffering... there is no destination without a journey....and no purpose without a testimony
Jamie Bond life
is good she is safe the waters are no threat the image she sees is not a
distorted mess everything about her aura says she’s captivated and
curious as if asking the reflection is she looks away will it still be
Jamie Bond her choices
are evident... either she'll be the woman she's destined to be or the
one she's comfortable with... the formula is actually to be both
comfortable with the woman she is destined to be the skies are fighting
back thunder clouds and tha warrior in this woman doesn’t feel any form
of a threat at sunrise nor sunset.....
Michelle Forbes her strength permeates complete resistance to what use to be her nemesis
Jamie Bond she is woman hear her roar!!!
Michelle Forbes and
she recognizes this... Her power amplified in her completeness,
complimented by self love and a new awareness of what true love is
Michelle Forbes her newness reflected in a form of beauty she previously rejected.. she can finally see herself
Jamie Bond and she is..... Beauty.......
Michelle Forbes :-) beautiful sis!!!!!!!!!!!!♥ ur turn post a pic in another group.. lets get it in!
Charles SeaBe Banks Wish dat we could take a eternal vacation... would we become Jaded?? or merely...excited by all that we could do... sands n suds...play n fun .. me n U...
Jamie Bond Wishful thinking Body sinking in suds of sand bubbles This is my type of welcomed trouble Palm trees sweet breezes in soft motions Relaxing massages with spf 15 lotion C’mon lets go take a quick skinny dip
Charles SeaBe Banks Would we make it too the water's edge fEEt would splash...would.LeGGes obey...? or else another sweet dip and pull. ..moon light shade... would your eyes look the same my way Loving lee...Passionately... sassful lEE...
Jamie Bond Uninhibitedly playful leeeee We make sandcastles in our minds sweetlyyyy We can live in all the time But we're catching that title wave we can't name The moon would drown in the reflection of my pupils You’ll never see anything in my eyes except you.....
Charles SeaBe Banks Bricks do fall some say... I agree... Your eyes n mine… how close can a touch be...whose skin this.?..Verily ... All things start with a touch..a hand a mind a soul.... except...U...HEARTS LoVE HEARTS LAFF HEARTS LOOK HEARTS GIVE you’re all dat....!!
Jamie Bond Hear me smile, watch me laugh like a kid Shatter me with bricks Quicker than the corners of a smile flipping With the bat of an eye an unsaid thought Coupled with a talking touch.... shhhhh Play a light song on my rib cage with a strong hug Keep it hot; cup my waist and hold me like a coffee mug
Tales from a Facebook Outcast- A JAMIE and JUSTICE COLLAB
I suppose this is an important time in my life And I realize that I may not always be right But sometimes I wish you could completely understand me But I guess my wish for you would be too easy Perhaps I am more complicated than I thought Maybe you tried to find out but it was I who fought Once in awhile I wish you’d feel incomplete like me At least identify with me but you’ll not know if you see
You’ll never know because you’ve chosen not to ask And I’ll forever carry that burden till the very last I wish I could write positive emotions and feelings But only negativity comes from me as I'm releasing
I journey on my own with no idea of direction half the time And all I know is that when I write it usually will rhyme My heart always feels so empty aware of the love I yearn for Still I barely confront those monsters behind the scary doors
Nothing can be worse I say Yet It gets harder for me everyday
There is no mold made for me No hammer to strike the cast and set me free I was born form a place of love and understanding At time when life was not so demanding And walked with the smile of the innocent child Never glancing over my shoulder for those who wandering in the wild Stuck drifting on the river of African fame when slurred in name is called Denial
My fever raged in me as those struck me from behind Cursed for my size and hated for my mind Where does it all end tell me do you know Or is it destined to always be so Friends Romans countrymen are there ears here for lending Love torn stitches in the heart of man need mending Something more real than casual friending The path of the chosen few that seeks a new ending I am not a quitter and therefore I am not bitter For all the wealth we possess is of the spirit that glitters So put that on your twitter and spray it on your wall For the most important words said sometimes are the ones not spoken at all
I can still recall the dark days before I found the pen When the rivers sought to drown me from my pain within Tears came like the a storm and I was never warm until the naive soul vanished and the humble poet was born I seek the foothold firm that place in the now I seek not to just be that face in the crowd To find the one that is like me that can excite me The one who knows the ways of the page and can write me No longer labeled as the misfit of society And into that good night I shall not go quietly For the mind that dances shall always be on the move With messages inspire desire and well as to sooth I have nothing more left to prove And will always have access to the mental tools I use
And if I am destined to stand alone than so be it For my wisdom is not hidden to those who can see it And let it soar on the winds of my own recognition This is my sacred mission So others too who have felt this way Will know they are not alone this day And may drink deeply for the forbidden well of acceptance Free themselves from this misfortunate sentence And know now that the hour of solitude has finally passed Sincerely Flowetic Justice formerly known as The Facebook Outcast
Sitting here thinking about so many things It gives me a pure headache Although I'm not sure what hurts More my head for thinking and not being able to forget Or my heart for feeling the pain…. How can I know the signs to look for So that I won’t be hurt again? How could I be warned about being deceived? Unless I trust again I’ll be fooled over and over…. It occurs to me that trust comes with deceit So shall I never trust again Never trust you again Or just go be by myself somewhere So many things I want to do in life So many things and places I want to see in my life You’re holding me down holding me back Killing me slowly making me so sad Love means nothing to me with and for you…. I can’t even hate you…I just want closure… Need to be as far away from you as possible~ That’s the only time I can breadth easy, sleep soundly, be me… Its one of the few times I feel I can be at peace I can’t forgive ~ I can’t even begin matter of fact I know I will never forget…..
I'll not be the one to hold you back. I've told you time and time again Only you control that. You want to get away? Don't place that hindrance on me You could've picked anytime to be free... You want closure.. Well close your mouth. Can I get a word in edge wise.. Before you pack up and head south. east west north. Your choice. The distance by your admittance. Will breathe new life in you... Since I'm the cause of all this strife in you.. Maybe I saw a wife in you? So your running is there no fight in you?.. I was wrong it's true.. I'm not claiming That's what Men do.. No excuses I'll own up to...everything I've done.. Not excluding you..Your not faultless ... This is not a tit for tat.. You’re coming off as if it's just me Those aren't the facts...The fact is ..It doesn't matter... Where’s your things I'll help you gather!... Bus fare, plane ticket. How ever you travel...I won't forget either How this whole thing unraveled
DEAR ASK AL; AN Albert Carrasco (Infinitethe Poet) & Jamie Bond Collab
DEAR ASK AL;
I found your website and because it said I could text you I read all the advice and felt like I could trust you I have an urgent question I’m hoping it’ll get to you fast cuz I’m kind of pressed for an answer so I’m sending it to ask AL Ya see Mr. AL, all my friends want me to join their group But I’m not scared to its just that I’m afraid not to You see; they make examples out girls in my school Intolerant to those who say NO They ostracize and ridicule them And make em take turns having sex with the boys And then turn around get branded as their whores They jump em as an initiation They snatch em bald-headed and cut faces They use utility knives to carve initials in their foreheads AL I’m trapped I don’t wanna be on either side of the fence And they’re making me feel very defensive I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. School isn’t fun for me no more I’m hoping you can advise me cuz I only see one door Please hurry with a viable response I got 24 hours to act And this letter right here is minus 4 hours for reaction
Sincerely; BAB aka Barely a Bully
BAB, this is Al responding to your text, I thank you for reaching out
with your situation that's seems to be very complexed. You say your
"friends want you to join a group" , Are they really friends? A group
of people who will cut you, beat you, offer you as a sex slave. To me
this doesn't sound like sister society. Do you really wish to flock
with thee? How would you even consider to be a part of a troupe that if
you wish to remain neutral they'll carve your face like its a gourmet
dish? I understand your not scared but being smart doesn't make you a
coward. I suggest you leave those so called friends alone. Explain to
your mom your dad your guidance counselor about the situation, maybe you
can get transferred to another school zone, Violence is something we
can never condone. Look, you can't eat or sleep just thinking about what
others think of you. You haven't even joined and these so called
friends are already ruining home... Thats not cool!!!! Let's get you out
~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey AL I ain’t gotta lotta time homey I’d ask my brother for advice but he’s 6 feet deep with his homeys Yo my mom cries all the time more so since my dad got locked up He went ape shit on the dude that knocked my lil sister up So now I’m watching mom dukes struggle all the time And some friends of mine approached me they told me I could make some quick cash m dimes Said they got a corner I could post up in Said they moved up the ladder bout to be sellin crack and heroine Said I could help my mom and my lil sis Said it was easy I'm underage so the state pen won’t see me And since I’m only 15 I’m too young to get a job So even tho I know it’s wrong what other options do I got? Hit me back dude, I’m like a tiger in a cage I’m feeling helpless watching my mom slowly fade I got no one to ask but a dude like you who knows these streets So you gotta do and come thru for me man… Dammn I wish my big bro or pops were around for me….
L8tr PDR aka Potential Drug Runner
PDR! This is Al and I'm so glad I went through your text so I can
explain what's going to happen next. Your brother's dead, your dads in
jail, mommas hurting. I know that's hard for consumption but nickel and
dimming is a recipe for destruction, if you let them throw you in the
fire, it's 99% chances of you going through spontaneous combustion. I've
been there. I lived vile, I was so lucky to be a part of the escaping
one percentile. I went from nothing to something then back to nothing
after I lost it all. You Think momma hurts? you would have to see the
same painful face I placed on my momma when I walked out the door. I've
been shot before! So momma looked at me leaving as if I wasn't coming
back no more. Do you wish the same for you and the one you adore? Do you
wish to die before dad gets released from the inside? Your only
fifteen your not supposed to work. your job is stand by your mother,
tell her you love her and that you understand her worth. Believe me
shell rather have you by her side broke at these times, than to have
the one she birthed six feet in the earth.
DEAR AL I’m praying you can help me cuz I’m a little perplexed This son of mine I love him but his actions keep me vexed He doesn’t want to go to school; he hangs out with his friends He’s acting shady like maybe he’s out getting high with them I noticed he’s got outfits that I didn’t purchase his explanation is his girlfriend got em for him but neither of them are working I have not enough time to spend with him As a Single father I feel guilty for working Dammn… I feel like I’m failing him He used to talk to me, Used to go to church with the family He’s proclaiming he’s grown but it seems more like infancy Now all he does is eat, sleep and run out the house on me I asked him if he’s doing drugs or selling them he says no But at his age AL how is a parent to know? I’m sending you this these questions man to man Hoping you might have a few suggestions to get him on the right path AL, I know you been there, I realize kids feel invincible But please tell me that almost dying isnt the only thing to pull you thru I have REAL bills to pay, real responsibilities Which might I add include having his back How can I get him back on the right track? AL how can I get my mini me; MY young man of the house back? My income strapped, time and resources are kind of tapped The newest thing is he’s skipping nights he comes back in the house I remember when I was that age but he’s beyond disrespectful He’s quick tempered with everyone and with chores acting forgetful I just want for him what I didn’t have for myself A stable income, education and opportunity for growth… Biggest concern is him and the influence he’ll have on the other children If I don’t get this resolved quickly it’s going to be a continuous issue I refuse to let him go, I will not let the streets have him But you know how that is AL… I feel like I’m fighting backwards Man I hope you can enlighten me on what to look for and do But if you can’t just let me know you got this message dude.
SF3 =Single father of 3
SF3 I'm so glad you took time to contact me! It seems you need help in
a hurry! what you have written made it seem like you was telling my
story from my dads perspective... if he would of been alive. I know as
you wrote it a tear dropped from your eyes, after watching how the
street magnetize young lives. In this case it's your own blood, the seed
you planted nourished and love. I think it's safe for me to say yes
he is getting high, eat then sleep, that's a "munchie" sign. The new
clothes that you didn't buy but he wears is another sign SF3 your boy is
"out there" hand to handing like a mime. Actions have to be swift and
sharp, like relocating for a new start. If he continues to see street
revenue he will never leave it alone especially seeing you barely
holding down home. Him being a nuisance is definitely a bad influence to
your two other children, the difference is I stood away from my 4
siblings, I usually walked in and left while everyone was still
sleeping. He's becoming a product of his environment. Leave fast even if
that's loosing your job and living in a shelter, when you get back on
your feet you'll realize you made the best decision, you'll have your
son, your kids will have their brother, instead of that phone call..
Hello mr SF3 junior is deceased he had trauma to the head... a fatal