SO SICK

Daaaayum, I want a croissant

Or!! better yet a strawberry banana coolata

No, no, no.  How bout a racist bigot ranting cuz she can’t use the BATHROOM

It’s almost like she thinks this whole Dunkin’ Donuts is HER ROOM

Since she’s letting the shit that should be coming out in the BATHroom

Come out of her mouth

In hella politically incorrect

With hate resulting like cause and effect

Caused by a potty mouth of ethnically select

Racial slurs

This case of the LITERAL potty mouth tugs at my

rebellious Lapu Lapu i’m gonna put a spear in you for

colonizing my pilipino people like you were Magellan

NERVES

She said “GO BACK TO YOUR BANANA COUNTRY”

F    Y    I

for your dimwitted ignorant trippy mind

I’d like you to define

Banana Country

Because check this my not so bright indolent friend

She’s Nepali

Friendly, and frankly

A lot better than you

Because that look she gave you, that confident stare

Whoooooo

With Rosa Parks reminiscent

More powerful than any weapon in the world omniscient

ADD the modern day HEROINE and carry the care for everyONE

For a Condaleeza Rice coefficient, equals

Unbreakable Confidence

You do the math

Numbers and common sense aside, the real is

You just got surrggghhhved

Thank you for coming to Dunkin Donuts’

Please come again

It was a pleasure watching you get served

geez, that look ::shivers::

It was in the garden that I woke up from a deep sleep.

And I touched my side and realized that I was missing something.

But then I saw her….

I looked into her eyes hoping to stay awhile.

Searching beyond the surface with a soulful purpose,

But I got back a stare as if she didn’t care, unaware of what I had to share.

She wanted that temporal feeling when I was trying to get eternal healing.

But at times I settled just for the touch, though it never amounted to much.

Then she left the garden, and my heart hardened.

Now this pain in my side intensifies,

As I wait for that somebody to return to my body, for from the rib of man came woman.

I use to think in “The Cool”

With Miles Davis at the helm

And Jazz Musicians floating notes

Always smooth, never dead

But now I think in raging wars

With blasts so loud my ears have sight

From the beginnings of the deafening notes

I no longer tense, but receive her ways

Description defies what I know

In melodies so soft and true

Bring me tables full of arms

And a house to anchor the hands of earth

I use to see in blinding light

Like the sungod that I am

But even sungods need to sleep at night

So I retreated into unknown lands

And now I see the glasshouse woes

Exposure to the living truth

That every man has a plan, but none ever see them through

Now I think of Miles Davis

And all of those who lay in stone

The rock and ground may make no sound

But their melodies have found a home

Now I live among the dirt and rocks

To taste their creative breathe

And extract some sort of influence

Hoping they have something left

And when I kick back and listen to their soulful vibe

And listen to Gillespie’s high

I get so low it becomes the night

His rhythm always keeps me down

In a midnight trance below the ground

And when I rise to make the day

Its Louis Armstrong that greets me

His gravitational voice lends me no choice

To look at the world beneathe me

And if you get the chance to see

Let there be one sense

Just close your eyes, and feel the vibe

Quell the inner sun

Just lose your touch and breathe the color

And let it sharply hit your sides

So when you bring yourself down to earth

Let St. Louis be your home

Follow the dirt and rock, and he’ll lead you to his throne

I think I’m right when I say

I’m in a state of mass confusion.

Because right now on my plate

I have more things than I can seem to delineate

From work to my family

To my faith that keeps on struggling

My friends keep callin

While I’m constantly stallin

To let them become tangled

In this chaos that is—

My life.

That’s not to say however,

That they too,

Are not bearing their own worries…

Because everyone has their own stories

Of their journeys.

But I’m just saying,

For right now,

My journey is one

I need to venture out on my own.

And excuse me for not giving you the 411

And the updated Facebook status

Of—Sasha—

But I’m fine right now

Having me in my own business.

Don’t get me wrong,

I appreciate your concern,

But, you gotta realize

That it’s my turn

To do what I need to.

 

So here’s you,

And here’s me,

And here are the things I need to do.

It sounds kinda selfish,

But my mama always told me,

Giving yourself away without giving time to yourself

Is the recipe to disaster.

And believe me, I was well on my way,

Needing to pull out much faster

Than the rate I was going.

I think I caught myself just in time—

Or at least I hope I did.

I’m not gonna lie,

Even when I really tried,

I could never find the right balance.

It was always,

I’ll focus on academics,

Or I’ll focus on clubs,

Or my love life,

Or my family…

And whenever I focused on one,

The rest seemed to falter

And always came short

Rather than farther

Than my expectations.

There’s no room for that now,

I’m not gonna wait around much longer.

My time is now, so I have to be stronger.

Ya hold me back?

I’ll keep moving past you,

There are no maybes,

But more, I have to’s…

 

See I’m the kinda girl

That needs to move forward

No wasting time,

Missing deadlines,

And settling for “just fine”.

So after this uncharacteristic

Stage of mine

I realized I’ve been missing out on my life,

The way I would want to live it.

I’m fightin for that now

And only I can show me how

That’s gonna go down.

I got it, I’m ready,

I’ve almost got this figured out…

Just let me be,

And without a doubt

The world is gonna see

What I am really about.

Great depressions, great lies.

A great struggle we live to see

Never ending, never dies.

Oppression, depression, recession of logicity

Shred, rend, bleed, blend, spit, hit, fire.

Idle hands sinful, ignorant minds transpire

The Rape and butcher of peace, one two punch for another.

My god is better than your god.

Morality by force.

Praise the Lord and pass that ammunition

In the name of faith

In God’s name shall it be.

We like war

No, scratch that, we love war.

Not on, or with, or against.

In, my friend, it is in.

No value, no worth.

Worry not, harmless it is.

The war is going quite well,

The next question, anyone? Begin.