Thursday, February 25, 2010
And if you are a parent, your hands are defiled with cold blood.
But it’s not just parents who are part of the blame. We are ALL guilty of the spread of this sickness.
For instance, young ladies are more concerned on prancing around like Barbies. I know she has everything, but she is missing one thing; a soul.
Young black girls who are brainwashed by the artificial lifestyle of the highly appraised doll kill me. Thank you, Ms. Nicki Minaj.
It seems like they are becoming more Hot and Ready’s rather than Princess Barbie in my eyes.
What happened to individuality? No one cares enough anymore to be his or her own person.
What does the city of Detroit need to do about this trend? What do parents need to do? What do I need to do? We are all in this together, but sometimes we forget that.
Drive by a neighborhood school. The gruesomeness dripping from middle school buildings and the scary surroundings leeching towards your car will make your blood curdle, leaving your mind paralyzed with repugnance. You’ll then remember, I promise.
Our youth are not just victims of violence, sex and drugs are accessories to the crime. Come on folks, a 13-year-old girl cannot care for a child.
But for some reason, everyone is trying so hard to grow up so fast. Why? It must be no fun to be a kid. What’s the big hurry? Trust me, it is nothing but memory loss and loans. Sallie Mae can’t stop ringing my doorbell. She wants her money back immediately.
Kids need a break from their harsh realities. There may not be enough money in the city, but there shouldn’t be a deficit in love and genuine concern.
This teenage maltreatment is corrupting the dreams of future doctors, lawyers, business owners, teachers, journalists, actors and so forth. But this disease starts at home.
Consequently, most kids don’t want to go home; if they have one to go to.
Everything doesn’t have to cost a lot of cash. Some just require the expense of time and effort. Aren’t the kids worth it?
But then again, many will end up pregnant, in jail or dead in the streets.
Harsh words. But the youth are already mangled by the harsh realities of living in the inner-city. To help cure this, we need to start loving them and break that confusion of love and ignorance.
So we can teach young ladies that just because a guy likes their “booty meat”, don’t mean that he fantasizes about putting a ring on it. And educate our young men with real words, not that word crack they use to drug their crushes’ virgin hearts.
There is a thin line between acceptance and hate. Let’s grow up and show youth that we care about them growing up and making the right choices.
It takes a village to raise a child. But without the child, the village dies.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Feel her impulse?
The blood of Hip-Hop flows through the veins of Detroit. It’s so thick; it’s too hard to swallow.
Is it just an art? Does the flesh manifest it? Is it strictly harmonious beats fused together?
The talented arts of Detroit are undeniably raw. Once you bite into her crackling bitter sweetness, your taste buds are devoured with her bubbly juices of the thrill of pleasure.
It’s a simple task. Many people need to learn how to grow a greater appreciation for the local artists that ignite the city.
What provides the light of Detroit? Besides Detroit Edison, the many talents that are brewing each day are the stars of the city. Star-studded talent that provide the light of her fate.
The explosive Hip-Hop ennoblement is what influences many people to grab their chewed up pencils to write down the lyrics that are pumping to cut into the world.
This past weekend, I was invited to attend a cipher at the 5E Gallery downtown near the old train station. By the way, that creepy station is haunted with beauty.
But the talent at the cipher was what sent chills down my spine. This city is full of so much talent and breaks my heart to know that we glorify trash.
From the great talent of Saxappeal, a cold jazz saxophonist to the thundering vocals of the singers and mesmerizing words of the poets and the beats of the band, I was surrounded by greatness.
Forgive me. To hell with a Jay-Z Knowles concert. I was seduced by the midst of ecstasy with the men and women who are the realest in the game.
The reason the city of Detroit breathes is because of its music. The reason she is still standing because of the arts. And most of all, she is well alive because Detroiters come together in love and support for the music and the arts.
Without that, she would then be doomed. Crushed with ignominy and shame.
As my dear friend Saxy told me, it is an indescribable feeling to be a Detroit artist. “I love the energy that the city gives to me. Not jut the people, but the city itself.” What’s a better feeling than your very own city supporting you?
When you love your child, you attend dance recitals and football practice. Do the same for Detroit.
She is hurting; her jagged thorns reign with piercing pains of the toils and trouble of the automotive industry and unemployment terror.
But what keeps her from bleeding is the tenderness of your love and support. Exercise your heart and support local artists throughout the city.
Detroit is a mother of real Hip-Hop. Her womb is so warm, leaving the artists to only produce the hottest music.
I express great sympathy for those who forget that.
Keep it breezy and support your city.
Her womb has the world of ready wealthy talent. Thought you knew.