A Life Fulfilled

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contentment, gratitude, happiness, my cup runneth over, peacefulness

Appreciate Life!
Be thankful for everything.
That’s a life fulfilled.

–@StevieStreets #mycuprunnethover | A Life Fulfilled

Are You Bipolar?

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bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, moments, moods, which version of you are you today?

Are you bipolar?
Your personality tends
to be borderline.

How could I know you?
Which you did you bring with you?
You don’t know your self!

–@StevieStreets #moodsandmoments | Are You Bipolar?

Denial Doesn’t Change The Facts

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chimera, delusional, denial, nonacceptance, phantasm

You’re in denial…
Denial doesn’t change the facts;
you can believe that.

You can fool yourself,
you are so delusional;
no denying that.

You may not believe…
You may fabricate the facts…
The truth will remain.

–@StevieStreets #phantasm | Denial Doesn’t Change The Facts

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Enthusiasm

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exuberance, happiness, liveliness, positive energy, proclivity

Enthusiasm is –
your avidity to live
life wholeheartedly.

To live your best life,
you should have great zest for life;
energy matters.

Happiness is found
in the midst of liveliness;
never lose your zest.

–@StevieStreets #penchant | Enthusiasm

#codeofthestreets:
“Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson

Calla Lily

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calla lily, daisy petals, dandelions, no bed of roses, the garden of love

She was lovely as a calla lily…
magnificent and beautiful,
sophisticated and powerful;
she bloomed mystically.

She was much more than she appeared to be…
she was far more than a pretty face and a slim waist.
She had so much substance behind that pretty face and that slim waist…
she was much more than I cared to see.

At the root of it all,
my foolish pride was illy.

If only I’d stopped to smell the roses,
I could have cherished my calla lily.

The Garden of Love is no bed of roses,
I miss my calla lily.

They say love is stronger than pride,
my ego said “Nope! NOT AT ALL!”

Truth be told,
a calla lily is not a lily at all.

Nevertheless,
I should’ve fought for love…
when I had a calla lily in the palm of my hand;
now I’m picking the petals of a daisy,
thinking of my calla lily,
plucking dandelions,
blowing the seeds off of a dandelion globe,
making calla lily wishes,
waiting for dandelion snow to fall.

–@StevieStreets #nobedofroses | Calla Lily

Afro Bloomin’ (Au Naturel Springtime Beauty)

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afro bloomin', au naturel, black girl magic, black girls rock, Dazhane Leah, I love the skin I'm in, spring beauty, springtime beauty

She walks in beauty…

Mahogany Bliss Lips
with an Afro Bloomin’.

Oh how I love to see you working all that Black Girl Magic;
keep doing what your doin’…

don’t stop, get it, get it,
strike a pose,
vogue;
work that beautiful brown,
pretty brown brown
au naturel beauty.

You should be my sunshine,
let’s dance in the rain;
you could be my muse,
let’s go to museums…
I wanna place art on the walls that you built around your broken heart,
I wanna draw you close so you can canvass my heart…
the very thought of helps get my mind right,
you inspire me to write beautiful things.

My heart leans toward the warmth of your smile,
as a flower bends towards the sun in spring.

When I look into your eyes,
I understand why the birds sing in spring.

When I get lost in your eyes,
I discover sonnets and all sorts of beautiful things.

Oh how I adore your spring beauty…

Afro Bloomin’,
crazy kinky adorned with a spring beauty.

This is an ode to afros,
cornrows,
dreadlocks,
box braids,
and natural twists;
all that ol’ Black Girls Rock exoticness:
this is for the Afro-Essence,
jet-setting, Ebony, Essence springtime beauty.

This is dedicated to Dazhane Leah,
Ebony – Jet, Essence,
Upscale, Sister 2 Sister,
Black Enterprise, Hype Hair,
Sophisticate’s Black Hair,
Black Beauty & Hair,
Spell Magazine,
The Oprah Magazine,
and all the brown skin Queens that embrace their African features;
this is dedicated to the Afro Bloomin’ photo set,
this is for those iconic Angela Davis snapshots,
this is that “Woolly Hair and Don’t Care” inspire the youth to celebrate Black Beauty.

This is dedicated to Chocolate Skin and Coconut Oil:
this is that Shea Butter,
that Coconut Butter,
that Mango Butter,
and all the Butters,
this is that brown skin hydration;
this is for that ol’ “I’m Black and I’m Proud” rejuvenation,
that death of the Negropean –
rise of the “I Love The Skin I’m In” nation,
this is a jubilation of Black Beauty.

Thank goodness for sundresses and open toes,
full lips and black girl hips…
heaven only knows –
nah, I think we all know:
there’s nothing like an Afro Bloomin’ –
body boomin’
with an afro-mental…
I need an around the way girl
with a hint of sassines
and just a touch of love;
you know that brown skin quintessential…
I don’t care if she’s vegetarian or vegan,
long as she lives golden and loves reading;
I want to exchange oral sentiments
with a pigment powered woman that stimulates my mental…
Brown skin, it’s like ecstasy when you’re next me;
the magic in your eyes makes my heart beat like Afro-Cuban instrumentals…
Brown skin, I adore the way you dance to the drum of your own beat;
I think weird is wonderful
and you’re looking rather unique…
nothing could compare to your springtime beauty;
the first time we made eye contact, you knocked me off my feet…
this is for the Sisters going natural,
embracing their black beauty;
I’m Loving that Black Beauty…
peace to the Moons and the Stars
for redefining that ol’ black beauty…
this is for my Afro Bloomin’
Au Naturel Springtime Beauty.

–@StevieStreets #auNaturel | Afro Bloomin’ (Au Naturel Springtime Beauty)

Phife Dawg

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a tribe called quest, check the rhime, homage, native tongues, phife dawg

I can’t front, he was not my favorite rapper…
but his stature in the Native Tongues crew
paved the way for me when I was a young rapper.

He was like the Spud Webb of Rap;
I thought of him, when I was asked to rhyme for my favorite rapper.

I thought to myself,
“if Phife could do it, I could hold it down as a shorty;”
then I said my rhyme.

My first rhyme ever recorded
was over Check the Rhime.

I remember vividly, 57 MG, apartment 2B…
Dj Superior, BM, DMX and little me.

I got to kick it with the big dogs,
because I penned a funky introduction like Phife Dawg.

I let ’em know I was a Rappin’ Assassin;
BM asked if I was on point,
Supe told me to come out of my shell
and I came out blastin’

So on that note;
If you ask me if I’m on point,
I will reply “All the time”
cause said it in his Rap

If you tell me Bo Knows,
I will reply…
“Aye yo – Bo knows this
and Bo knows that
but Bo don’t know jack
cause Bo can’t Rap”

I had to take a moment to pay homage to Phife…

Aye Yo Phife –
whenever Scenario drops at a hip hop function,
they will celebrate your life.

Whenever the beat drops for Check the Rhime,
they will celebrate your life.

I wanna thank you Phife Dawg,
some of my favorite memories are connected to your life.

And for the record;
you were one of the most underrated rappers…

and that’s crazy
’cause your verses are recited by audiences that hate rappers.

R.I.P Mr. Five-footer,
I enjoyed the quest.

I can’t front like you were one of my favorite rappers
but you certainly were one of the best.

–@StevieStreets #homage | Phife Dawg

A Million Mistakes

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experience is the best teacher, failing forward, make the most of your mistakes, mastery, mistakes, nobody's perfect, to err is human

Nobody’s Perfect…
I make a million mistakes
each and every day.

Perfection is to
be pursued, not acquired;
no mistaking that.

Who cares if you fail?!
Success erases mistakes…
and errors teach us.

Inadvertently…
one must become a repeat
failure, to succeed.

Failure isn’t fatal…
mistakes are the teachers of
auto-correction.

–@StevieStreets #NobodysPerfect | from THE MISTAKENLY SO COLLECTION: A Million Mistakes I – X

#codeofthestreets:
To make no mistakes
is to do nothing at all…
don’t make that mistake.

Learn from your mistakes…
action leads to achievement,
you must fail forward.

Make something happen…
go out and make some mistakes,
to err is human.

Nobody’s perfect…
when you learn from your mistakes,
mastery begins.

Mistakes will happen…
make no mistake about it,
you live and you learn.

I LOVE THE OUTLIERS

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be different, don't try to fit in, embrace the weirdness, inner glow, outliers

I LOVE THE OUTLIERS…
somehow, their inner glow seems
to shine the brightest.

–@StevieStreets #StayWeird | I LOVE THE OUTLIERS

Medical Cartels, Education Reform, Detention Centers & Other Racquets

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education reform, medical grade, no HB133, no OSD, prison labor

The Medical Industry is the biggest cartel…
they peddle dope,
they peddle hope,
they even smuggled the HeLa cell.

The health hustlers and organ smugglers commercialized cervical cells…

it aint hard to tell,
they push pharmaceuticals and promote prescriptions;

aint no cash in the cure,
money multiplies when they prescribe the addictions.

The Doctors doctor you up,
in the best interest
of those that place high interest
on higher education:
You know the ones that profit off of the populace;
the Robin Hood – Strong Arm Robbers,
the Doctor Feel Good – Prescription Pill Prescribers that supply the fix.
The ones that lobbied behind the Rockefeller Drug Laws;
you know the medicine men that gave Blacks AIDS,
those mad men that market Medical Grade.
I’m talking ’bout the Drug Dealers that developed the formula for heroin,
the Government Agencies that conjured up the crack-cocaine recipes,
the Capitalist that manufacture & distribute methadone and methamphetamines,
the Criminal Enterprises that registered patents for cloned HeLa cells.

From the prescription pill mill abusers
to the street corner recreational users,
IT’S ALL WHITE COLLAR…

They don’t care about affordable health care,
your well-being or your welfare;
you’re only a customer – it’s all about the dollar.

They endorse Opportunity School Districts
to push ADD and ADHD drugs to children;
it’s a damn shame, what they will do just to make a dollar…

The American Dream has become the catalyst for American Pain,
I’d be remiss
if I didn’t admit alcohol & tobacco built the land of milk and honey.
Simple and plain;
let’s not forget,
America the beautiful was built on blood money.
The War On Drugs makes me wanna holler…
Mercy, Mercy, Me.
What’s going on?!
What’s going wrong?
Things just aint what they used to be!
The jails are overcrowded with the Julios & Hectors
and the Fahims & the Hassans
and the woolly-bronze people that look just like me.
Healthcare Reform,
Education Reform,
Prison Reform…
melancholy medleys of the same sad song,
different renditions.

IT’S A VICIOUS CYCLE!
Pay Attention! The gears are shifting,
they’re working to reverse the cycle.
They’re not waiting to meet you as a rehab patient anymore.
They already gentrified the neighborhoods that they flooded with drugs;
they know you’re gettin’ hip to the war on the poor.
They’re in the market for a new market,
they’re peddling Ritalin to children;
they’re bringing the drug war to the classroom door.
We must protect the little Amys and Michaels,
we must believe the children are the future,
we must break the cycle.
We must take a real look at the incarceration rates.
Why are Blacks and Latinos incarcerated at alarming rates?
Why do they wanna close the schools and open more prisons?!
They make money off of prison labor;
when your lack of education becomes a crippling affliction,
they offer you Medical Grade Drugs to treat your addictions.
They make money when they misdiagnose and overwrite prescriptions.
They make money when they miseducate and legislate charter school tuitions.

Things just aint what they used to be…
now I see why Marvin sang Mercy, Mercy, Me.
NO HB 133!
NO OSD FOR ME!
Where’s the opportunity in the Opportunity School District?!
Who’s the opportunity for,
why do they use education and healthcare to stymie the poor?
Is it an opportunity to commence more white collor crimes,
why did they propose legislation to regulate young minds?
Is it an opportunity to excise
or exercise eminent domain,
why do they want to takeover public school districts?
Why would a Sentor vote yes to the public school takeover plan
without addressing the concerns of the citizens in the district?
WAKE UP and WISE UP,
it’s time to pay attention.
Don’t believe me – just watch.
Let me get off this soapbox,
I’m no politician;
I’m just a poet with a pen
and a few premonitions.

–@StevieStreets #noHB133 #noOSD | Medical Cartels, Education Reform, Detention Centers & Other Racquets