I am not a rapper but here it goes:
I'm the flyest
Don't smoke weed and I still get the highest
The finest
No where else you can find this
Keep tryin'
and aint nobody else getting behind this
trust me don't try this
this star shines the brightest
[HOOK]
Oh baby you will never get me
Cuz I'm way to fly for you
with status way too high for you
and baby I will always be me
way too fly for you
with status way too high for you
Oh baby you must got me twisted
Thinking all this shit I've lifted
Was handed down or given
How glamorous I'm living
but you fail to understand
this was sculpted by my hands
thats why I'm so quick to brag
and even harder to bag
[HOOK]
So all my ladies with me
put your hands up if your with me
don't you settle down too quickly
or ever let a man make you feel pretty
you can do it all on your own
be independent girl your grown
be star of your show
and when he comes around let him know
[HOOK]
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
My creation: Pretty Girl
She was the most beautiful girl in my school
And she sat right across from me in my second grade class, Ms. Werner
Her, smile could brighten up even your darkest shadow
And her heart was so warm it felt like cupids arrow
hit you
every time you saw her the room would narrow
cuz there was no way you could miss her
cuz she was the most beautiful girl in my school
and she sat right across from me in our second grade class
her cinnamon skin smelled of warm cocoa butter
her long eyelashes liked to bat and flutter
and innocence was the purest depiction of her
her big brown eyes demanded attention
and when she spoke, it was soft, but every word had its intentions
not to mention
she was the most beautiful girl in my school
and she sat right across from me in our second grade class
the callouses on her hands and the fear behind her eyes
didn't set red flags to the suffering she disguised
the lies,
the torture,
the blame
its over
and now she wonders why she doesn't feel this good sober
she's numb
there's nothing going on in that head
she turns it off every time papi climbs into her bed
and starts to run his fingers up and down her legs
and as he kisses her shoulder
right before he bends her over
she thinks about the piece of her that will die today
you see
the most beautiful girl in my school
the girl who sat across from me in our second grade class
had been a woman since she was 5
deprived of a childhood, freedom and pride
choked and torn up on the inside
but she still smiled
he was her first and only
he was violent and controlling
and she was so scared and lonely
her insides begging "somebody hold me"
only
no one ever did
she needed a father figure but no one ever tried to fit
maybe that's why everyone thought she was just shy as a kid
and she'd try to admit it but who would believe her
she tried the counselors but all they did was deceive her
I feel her
did I ever tell you she was the most beautiful girl, I mean, woman in my school
and she sat right across from me in our second grade class,
and she always smiled
always.
Critique:
I wrote this poem as a kind of spur of the moment thing a couple of years ago. The story does not pertain to my actual life but I am sure that many others have gone through some sort of sexual harassment and molestation or know someone who has.
I have never actually critiqued my own work but here it goes:
I love this poem. It is one of the very few poems that I haven't touched since I wrote it. I don't remember what I went through when I wrote this poem but I really like the structure of this poem. I like the rhyming scheme that I used where I stuck to one word until I felt I exhausted it and then moved on to a new word for the next rhyming scheme.
I enjoy the circularity of the poem as well. The constant repetition of "she was the beautiful girl in my school and she sat right across from me in my second grade class" allows the reader to constantly envision this young girl full of innocence yet corrupted by her father.
If I were to go back into this poem I would probably add more lines in the area regarding her struggles of trying to admit it because I only mention counselors and I could mention more about how many girls and women are affected by such things and made it more inspirational for listeners who are going through similar tribulations.
And she sat right across from me in my second grade class, Ms. Werner
Her, smile could brighten up even your darkest shadow
And her heart was so warm it felt like cupids arrow
hit you
every time you saw her the room would narrow
cuz there was no way you could miss her
cuz she was the most beautiful girl in my school
and she sat right across from me in our second grade class
her cinnamon skin smelled of warm cocoa butter
her long eyelashes liked to bat and flutter
and innocence was the purest depiction of her
her big brown eyes demanded attention
and when she spoke, it was soft, but every word had its intentions
not to mention
she was the most beautiful girl in my school
and she sat right across from me in our second grade class
the callouses on her hands and the fear behind her eyes
didn't set red flags to the suffering she disguised
the lies,
the torture,
the blame
its over
and now she wonders why she doesn't feel this good sober
she's numb
there's nothing going on in that head
she turns it off every time papi climbs into her bed
and starts to run his fingers up and down her legs
and as he kisses her shoulder
right before he bends her over
she thinks about the piece of her that will die today
you see
the most beautiful girl in my school
the girl who sat across from me in our second grade class
had been a woman since she was 5
deprived of a childhood, freedom and pride
choked and torn up on the inside
but she still smiled
he was her first and only
he was violent and controlling
and she was so scared and lonely
her insides begging "somebody hold me"
only
no one ever did
she needed a father figure but no one ever tried to fit
maybe that's why everyone thought she was just shy as a kid
and she'd try to admit it but who would believe her
she tried the counselors but all they did was deceive her
I feel her
did I ever tell you she was the most beautiful girl, I mean, woman in my school
and she sat right across from me in our second grade class,
and she always smiled
always.
Critique:
I wrote this poem as a kind of spur of the moment thing a couple of years ago. The story does not pertain to my actual life but I am sure that many others have gone through some sort of sexual harassment and molestation or know someone who has.
I have never actually critiqued my own work but here it goes:
I love this poem. It is one of the very few poems that I haven't touched since I wrote it. I don't remember what I went through when I wrote this poem but I really like the structure of this poem. I like the rhyming scheme that I used where I stuck to one word until I felt I exhausted it and then moved on to a new word for the next rhyming scheme.
I enjoy the circularity of the poem as well. The constant repetition of "she was the beautiful girl in my school and she sat right across from me in my second grade class" allows the reader to constantly envision this young girl full of innocence yet corrupted by her father.
If I were to go back into this poem I would probably add more lines in the area regarding her struggles of trying to admit it because I only mention counselors and I could mention more about how many girls and women are affected by such things and made it more inspirational for listeners who are going through similar tribulations.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Hip Hop Reader Chapter 5
Chapter 5 'Represent': Race, Space, and Place in Rap Music by Murray Forman
I definitely found this article relatable. Though I am from a small, predominantly Jewish neighborhood in Queens, I grew up a lot of the time at a dance crew I was part of in Harlem. Growing up with my group of friends, I learned the meaning and the importance of territory and, basically as Forman said in a very academic and collegic way, everyone's "hood".
It is repped throughout the music industry constantly, rappers, singers and all types of artists incorporate aspects of their "hoods" into their songs, album covers and live performances. Nicki Minaj has mentioned several times that she is from Queens, the song "Where Brooklyn At?" clearly reps that borough, "Jenny from the Block" by Jennifer Lopez notes countless times that she is repping the Bronx.
I think it is important to have a place where one can always come back to. Having your own territory is always something powerful, it is the place that you know you will always have support and back. Many artists pay homage to the people of their territories because they know that those are the people who are keeping their career alive and thriving.
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