I picks my friends, like I picks my fruit,
and granny told me that when I was only a youth,
I, don’t walk around trynna be what I’m not,
I don’t waste my time trynna get what you got.
I work at pleasing me, cause I can’t please you,
and that’s why, I do what I do,
My soul flies free like a willow tree…
He brought so much excitement to my day. Spending hours in my cypher, he began to write poems, inspired by the way my mind floated. He remained untainted by false profits, and listened to the elders. He meant what he said. He said, he’d see me through my healing. He was strong. He needed me, just as I needed him, sustained by my unpredictable existence, he levitated in the walls that I cultivated- orange and red hues, with yellow overtones. My creations empower. I am the water bearer, the loyal one. Blossoming spirit, they desire, but I chose him. I swallowed his insecurities, and I deciphered his anger. He gave to me purely, without expectations.
I am Shila Iris, life-sustaining…
In the short time that I’ve experienced your spirit,
I think you’re a pretty dope lady with a lot of power…
Gotta do your thing… breathe. Be free. Outside of sexuality. It’s not about the body, it’s the spirit, made you look! Healing is not about bowing down, it’s about looking up, and accepting the All. I see balance, I see truth. I see myself outside of you. Peace.
I write love poems… or just poems of desire… i desire u
P.S. My people don’t always wear clothes. We started wearing them to protect ourselves from you, and then, you started selling sex. Look closer.
Reprise: You will feel me everywhere you go. You will taste my skin, I will flow within your memory. You will see me in your dreams. Your heart is weary, and you will be overwhelmed with me. I am a drug. And so are you. We’re in recovery.
“I’m a recovering undercover overlover, recovering from a love I can’t get over. Don’t want to be an addict anymore. Addicts lie, addicts cheat. Addicts run, hide, and live in fear of their next high. Their next high could be you, it could be me, what are you addicted to? I just want some balance. So, I’mma chase the Sun.
Look closely at this bag. Now scream! This is absolutely beautiful. For a person like me, who loves African and African-inspired fashion, I feel like I hit a gold mine. Sistas and brothas, you must indulge in this greatness.
Today is Friday, and perhaps you have some extra cash, or disposable income left, and want to reward yourself for a goal that you accomplished. Well, this is the way to do it! Check out the Orijin Store! I am all about African fashion and this company hit the nail on the head with this line of amazing accessories.
Ori j i nal Design, Culturally Inspired. Visit Orijins website to see the full collection of bags, glasses, and signature clothing. Given my beliefs in living the Nguzo Saba 365, this is a purchase I can be proud of because it’s for us, by us. You can share in this greatness too, if you’re ready. Sure, break the rules! 🙂
I will be getting one of these amazing bags. Based on my experiences with leather, the price is really good – $169. I think you should go for it. I love, love, love it. No pressure, though, you don’t have to love it. Just give it some time. I’m sure you will.
Shot out to Orijin for supporting my art on Instagram. Much love. Peace.
You can find them on IG @orijinculture and I am @kushqueendom
I’m sending signals to your mental, so we can connect… see you soon,
Transformation is possible. He used to be vulgar, ruled by his lower self- arrogant, over-sexed, chasing money, starved for attention, allowing Black life to be dictated to him by non-Black people at his record company. He did this until he knew better. “When you know better, you do better.” In 2017, he is taking a different approach to African consciousness and to Black life.
David Banner is using his charm to resuscitate Black History, and he is striving to help Black people wake up. Willing to meet people where they are, he uses his own life as an example to inspire change. When you have knowledge of self, small distractions like technology, sex, and material possessions fade. Banner doesn’t hide from his past. He acknowledges his own humanity, and takes responsibility for his actions, reminding people to be humble and honest. When you bring up any of his mistakes, he smiles, laughs, and continues on in his evolution. This level of maturity is necessary on the path to transcendence. I have not known about this man for very long, but I am happy to see him boldly taking action. It’s so easy to get caught up in worldliness that weakens the spirit, but at some point we all have to lay our egos to rest so that we can survive. Always in search of good music, I listened to his latest album, The God Box. I love it. I am sending him good vibrations on his journey to push Black people into consciousness.
“I don’t care what you think of me, I just want you to think!”
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A few years ago when one of my good friends was a med student, he changed his online alias to Imhotep. I didn’t inquire about it, but in my heart, I acknowledged the change. Then, I realized that instead of taking the Hippocratic oath that students of medicine are required to recite, perhaps he decided to invoke the spirit of the true Father of Medicine. If you’d like to know about him, I encourage you to research the greatness of Imhotep, the world’s first physician, who laid the foundation for the healing arts. I’ll say this: we are forever connected to the past and to our ancestors, each and every one of us. We value their traditions because it makes us stronger. We stand on their graves and ask for guidance and offer our devotion. Imhotep, I honor You, for I am You. My heart told me to dig deeper, and I found jewels, gold, stories, hidden colors. I went above and beyond mainstream education, to find out who I really am, and now I know my worth. I value history. In this age of information, we can uncover truths faster than ever before. This is necessary, because being Black is tough. This is not rhetoric, it really is. That double consciousness that W.E.B. DuBois taught, that invisible man that Ralph Ellison described, is a part of our everyday realities. It can be exhausting, and it can drive you crazy. But, I learned, through a Master Teacher, not to give up, and settle, and make excuses for my ignorance. I need to be healed. We need healing. My ancestors look over me. I swear by Imhotep. That is my oath. Peace.
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Becoming conscious of my own existence, my mind began to transform. I shedded my ego and my eyes opened to reveal my heart. Gaining clairvoyance through observation, I realized that the now was here. I had a chance, so I took it. The urgency of my evolution allowed me to see the matrix, the numbers, the chemistry, the hieroglyphs, the cyphers- the rotation was magnificent. As I matriculate, I stay true. I have seen with my own two eyes the truth. My accountability, my sacrifice, my love is here. I wrote myself back into the story, and started to really love this girl. This level of maturity, this level of security, my restoration is my assignment. Obstacles are moving, resistance is under my elephant feet, I defeat, every time. Better Me. I wanted her so bad, I had to get her. I saw Shila, and I pursued her, until she was strong and her colors shined through. I planted my flag, my culture, my God. I came for her. Osiris Rising.
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Back in 2007, when I rented my first apartment in a cozy little art district west of Cleveland, a neighborhood called Tremont, I was excited to decorate! I had a vision: I wanted my apartment to be filled with warm colors and African art! I had a growing obsession for African textiles, statues, books- anything that had to do with the culture. Visiting the houses of mentors and professors had sparked this desire. In Nashville, I had gone to my roommates mentor’s house that was filled with things I had never before seen. In Washington, D.C., I once visited a professor’s house that had large pieces of art on any wall that was available. I wanted to try something like this. One day, I was browsing through a book about Gordon Parks, and in his New York apartment, he had large mixed-media paintings splattered with African symbols. There were stacks of books in corners and on window seals, artifacts, photos, plants- there was beauty everywhere. It was indeed a sanctuary adorned with mini altars. It truly felt like I lived there with him. He inspired me to decorate any place that I have ever lived since. I gaze at his photos of Black humanity, then I close my eyes, and travel to the places he has been. He has taken me on wonderful journeys. I am humble. Gordon Parks has some of the most beautiful photos I have ever seen. The stories in the eyes of his subjects resonate in my ears. I love his work for it embodies me.
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