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Northern monopoly (I survived) on the concrete. – Freestyle Slam Poetry Over Nujabes Poetry Reading by Goodnightnina

How could I feel ; Its all so real ; Pain;

Embeds my brain. And. How could that…

Be. They’re;

Piling up the dead bodies.

In Bulletproof hotel lobbies

Insites where a nurse shoot-up-your-down properly

Northern monopoly

Its flooded. In an open air drug market;

Remarkable profit; Sub tropicals chronic

Users, abusers, thugged out losers.

Breathe…. She…

Breathed her last breath in the alleyway;

She ran away as a kid


It sad to say… The streets a trap;

Praying on the weakest.. Link

We brinked;

The highest H.I.V. rate

I write rhymes…Cause I survived…

And. Time Flies…

On the concrete.


Rhyme Therapy. – Nina


Just writing shit. Passing time. Outlashing rhyme.

Is Concrete freedom? Completely completing me?

I feel like I’m depleting…

Too much time… so here I rhyme.

I got a good girl, good world. I’m in love.

Word therapy; it’s scaring me cause words release and reveal disparity.

The repressed stress that impales my chest… I’ll just…let the rest of my rhymes set sail.

Every day listening to the rain, it washes pain away.

I want to get up, but it looks like imma do it on a later day.

Now: Trynna bail… out….I fell off.. or fell out… I feel like I’m doing nothing when I’m

sitting here alone with my own”self.”…

I’m too used to street tops / we walked the block in reboks / more miles than Enoch /

up n down like seasaws

…then hop trains to the seashore. Drink more. I need more,

Fuck, I bleed for freedom like firey Vietnam napalm.

I’m going awal.

God Damn I seen it all… and it drove me up the walls….

No sentiment to what I representing in this moment.

Alone, Heckle myself. Jeckle?

Fuck it, Hyde… but wise with pretty eyes.

Skating, Photography and Sobriety


Sobriety has left me with a serious amount of time on my hands and at first I saw it as a burden (because I’m an idiot) but have now realized it’s a great blessing for me to peruse anything I want. I don’t have many friends in the City anymore for various reasons but that just leaves me with even more freedom; not having to please anyone or be urged into getting back into drugs and alcohol. It feels really good to be writing this right now because I can see a version of me; she is happy and free.

I’m feeling extremely positive, leaving the depression behind me and conquering the anxiety. One thing I’m excited about is skating, I went and got my skateboard re-gripped yesterday and am dreaming of all the concrete possibilities. I started skateboarding back when I was 6 years old after my next door neighbors held a block party with a half pipe. My curiosity led my parents to allow me complete freedom with my skate, turning the steep hills of my neighborhood to race tracks for adrenaline chasing little kids like me and my friends. Skateboarding never left my life, I’ve fractured my knee and tore my ACL skating so I’m cautious but it didn’t stop me or slow me down. I’ve been skating the park down the street a few times since we moved into this new place; it’s an odd one but I’m so Damn thankful it’s there.

Another passion of mine I have more time to persue is photography and film. I’m not really sure what to tell you about that other than that I live in an extremely beautiful and diverse city in Vancouver; so even a day of just strolling around with my camera could be a great day in itself.

The weather forecast for the next week is hot and sunny.

Wish me luck.


Streets tell tales. Nina Yin Poetry.

Tongue sharp as a sword/mighty switchblade ideology. Accordingly change/ Autumn leaves Socrates astrology autonomy.

Streets tell tales like warzones, torn homes,/ families with no hope instored most. I implore opening doors call me the host.

Pain, phame and egotism. Ace in the hole aim to kill / contradicting truth, it’s all fiction.

Smashing a Babylonian mold / sold back in many pieces, centuries to retrieve it. Eyes see demons no deceiving.

Chemical weaponry for my team, what I mean enlightening regime we dream Z’$ cream n peace.

Across water, borders, lawless / no control us behold us the lowest form of life is

all knowing…