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On one; while willy two’d the three.

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Imma easter tweakin rabbit;

wit a knitted wicker basket filled with easter egg licorice hashish;

bouncin up the aves wit it;

towerin empowerin steppin on leprechauns;

weapons drawn pointed at the annointed;

joint lit so tell me what the heck you on;

im on one; while willy two’d three;

swinging a jewly piece;

the rhymes like tom.

Foolery.

 

Nina

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Muh Hat. The attention grabber complete with kitty ears.

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When I was living on the streets I decided to do something special for myself one day. I went shopping at Capilano Mall 3 blocks from the shelter. I had been trying to save money but I was extremely depressed, buying this definitely cheered me up. Although! I felt very childish buying kitty ears toque with attached kitty mitts. I never would have thought it would make me suck a peacock, but I liked it. I’ve never had so many complements on a piece of clothing in my life… catching girls taking pictures of me on the train and sometimes up to 5 times a day people stopping me to tell me how much they love the hat. It definitely kept me warm as well in zero degree temperatures while I struggled my way out of shelters and from a ice cold R.V. to the beautiful home I have today.

Diz iz muh hat.

GoodnightNina – Slam Poetry Over J Dilla “Are you listening?”

Are you really listening, can you hear the clock ticking?

Time keeps turning weather you stagnant or persisting.

Sun rise; glistening, can you hear the birds singing?

Sight to the blind. Tell me are you really listening?

Every day we wake up; play the rules; It aint a game.

Some win and some lose; and when you lose it aint the same.

You had something to lose but now you got everything to gain.

Start back from the beginning and try this shit again.

Playing by some different rules now; and put it down another way.

No one wants to struggle; but we all wanna’ maintain.

Struggling to survive; wake up and do it all again.

Are you really listening, your heart and what it says?

Would you do your yesterdays today?

If you had the choice; would you have lived it in a different way?

Like… seeing it at another angle;

A better handle

Hands of time around your throat;

We all getting strangled….

I write upon the walls of time, my chisel chipping.

Hieroglyphics of my mind.

Tell me.

Are you listening?