Trying to figure out how a sister can have so much beauty and yet so much pain.
Her daddy abused her. Now men aint shit and they don’t need em. And feeds her daughter the same poison. Shuns her son ‘cause his face is just like his face. Those same, held back tears from thinking about her Pops, or uncle or cousin abusing her are the same tears that get her wet when fucking, ‘cause fucking is all she can feel when love is absence. But this case shouldn’t be the case, I feel.
I’m trying to figure out how a sister can have so much beauty and yet so much damn pain.
Crying and crying, dying more than living with smiles that might as well be glasgow’d on. It must hurt to be happy, when you’re really hurting for real. It must hurt. It must hurt. It must hurt to act like your mind is at peace when your soul can’t rest, and you dress and shop and drink and smoke to ease a pain that won’t go away. Being told so many times you’re ugly that it becomes who you are. Wigs take your hair’s place and you just don’t feel like you. But how can you know what you feel like if you’ve never felt like you, or ever felt love period?
I’m trying to figure out how a sister can have so much beauty, and still so much pain.
One thing I do appreciate is real Hip-Hop. Here’s a video from my man Jam Young called “Stars Above.” A Queens native who took his talents to Memphis hosts nothing commercial. Nothing fake, nor tainted. Real life bars, rhymes and dreams on record. Check him out!!!
I was recently featured in an UrbanAesthetics.Net post on our take of Ivy League Inspirations and Lifestyle at Brooklyn College with Ariel Zorrilla and photographer Nick Nichols. (Aquarians Represent!!)
Be sure to check it out!! We’ve had a blast exploring themes in our past, and this one was just as much of an experience, including our upbringing in Brooklyn, College influences, and how the Ivy League played its part.
Christine,
Downtown Brooklyn, NY
I am hoping this Woman does forgive me if I happen to butcher her name, but today I did catch curled braids in a puff above purple shorts and yellow flats going about their business, (heading to work actually) and different people of this taste catch my eye like nothing else. Easily one of the most gracious people in accepting a photograph from me, Christine, a dancer and avid lover of the arts, did stop to pose and speak with me about her style influences, those being Janelle Monae among other Blacks and Black artists. In my opinion, the hair was the star of her show…A smile like that is a pure bonus!
a poet, photographer, performer, video gamer, movie-goer, avid reader, debater, conversationalist, walker, dreamer, traveler, optimist, student, teacher, brother, son, mentor, mentee, broken, fixed, scared, brave, sure, unsure, loved, forgotten, cool, lame, strong, weak, sinner, saved, alive and gone again. I am all these things and more, I am me and that’s all who I ever can be.
Admit it, Men and Women, you’re just like him. I know I am…
