Chronicles Of Chiney B

Never have I ever loved another so Your music I find myself lost in my mind awaiting the day I’ll be good enough to be your Muse Grown physically, but not yet a man It’s a man I seek One who allows me to fall comfortably into his Bosom Independent woman I’ve been for far too much of my existence on this earth  “Gold Digger” they scream Of what sorts, I question a Queen can’t even ask her king for support Blasphemy, has this world gone Madd Normal people labeled as Bipolar to suit their abusers This world is out of sorts, who will help to return order Women are working to support men Wages unequal, when will equality ever be more than just a word? Is it an Apartment you seek Or is it love Money, sex, love Unfortunately for me, there’s been no drugs I never know when I’ll fall victim to someone else’s lies and end up back in the system A waiting game I play again for the 15th time in 4 years It’s an apartment I seek, one from this pain I endure, in this treacherous Cave I once called...

  It’s 1pm and I’m drenched in sweat from bouncing the basketball around. The first time in my life I tried to walk to the park to play basketball, he followed me to the park and had me hospitalized for leaving the house. I would say I’m thankful to be burning calories right now, but the circumstances of my latest arrest are not so flattering. My brother was at it again targeting me and slamming doors in the house. He tried it twice slamming the door and running to the bathroom. I assume he had some guilt lingering from what he just did a few nights prior. He’s back at my door again yelling at me for reasons beyond my control. One should not perform acts that will cause guilt. He has an obsession with my body. They all do. Everytime I look good they target me so I can go back to the hospital and get fat. Im uncomfortable this way, I miss my skinny figure. I’m tired of these attacks but I don’t know what more to do. I called the police in a fleeting attempt in hopes they’d catch the...

I  want dominion over my hair before I turn to the woman who grew snakes from her head because I can’t imagine life with my natural hair, anymore. I couldn’t afford my bills and the hairdresser on a triweekly basis. OK maybe that’s a bit extreme but I have become so tender headed that I don’t know how to imagine myself with better hair so Yes, I went back. Back to the creamy crack.... or maybe it’s not too late. Never mind... definitely too late I permed my hair again only because.... Wait I wanted this change because I hate my hair.... I can’t believe I said that out loud( well technically in writing and not out loud) I try not to say my truths out loud But I need my hair to reflect how I’m feeling inside and out..maybe that’s why it won’t grow.  Anyways you get into little fits or arguments with people over small things and that’s where your personality comes out. Sometimes it’s magical. Sometimes it’s over stupid shit sometimes I wish they offered tequila shots at the hair ...

My Dearest Maurice,   Yo, you got me all twisted up in the game to think that I will ever let you go. Never.   I'm a Blogger Now at first it didn’t seem like a big deal, but there is nothing more important than having a platform to express yourself, therefore I am thankful. The last few years has brought me much pain, your music kept me going. So I guess this is just an appreciation post. We go way back like bag juice and coco bread so this ago have some Patwa inna it for those who appreciate our culture. Although mi cyah believe seh ah from suh long mi know yuh, unless yuh have one twin. I remember when I first came to this country I was so obsessed with the idea of sounding “American”, I denounced my British Jamaican accent to fit in, i was afraid to speak in an apparent fear of sounding too Awkward. Now that i think back on it, i should slap myself. Just Be yourself. I just wanted to be a normal girl, or whatever that looks like. I used to study lyrics and try to imitate th...

The PlayWrite, I stopped in for a drink, quite a sensation. I’m Looking to write plays for movies or one day turn my book into a movie. I’ve been living in this city more than 1/2 my life and I’ve only been to this side of town a few times. At first glance you realize that wealth lives here. An Affluent town paved in white, or Caucasian I use the two interchangeably. I think it’s interesting how the standards of white changes based on who you ask. What I’ve learned living here is that we’re all just humans trying to get along irregardless of color. What makes a city racist exactly , is it the perceived racist experience that we expect and is that reality created by self? I anticipated a bad experience due to my own prejudices. I guess the world is not that bad after all, did I just hear “Get out”, if there wasn’t a bit of a challenge would it be worth getting into. Should everything be easy? I’ve barely benefited from affirmative action because I’m an immigrant. I came here with my son...

I have been drowning myself in your music so I could get a sip of what my life would be like if I were yours, way to dream big Brittania. I wanna submerge myself in you, so I can be there to help you grow. I’ve checked out the music from your influences and I know we have the same appreciation for the times. 70-80 era, parts of me want to bring back burlesque to Boston, or maybe it still exist. I’ve loved you since you first said Yo! Many beautiful women have come across your table fly in design and beautiful in stature but none like me I’m sure. Certain people would ask what makes this girl so special? Honestly, I’m different but I’m afraid our love will bring tears to our eyes. Maybe they’re are parts of me that feel like you’ll take me out of the self observed bubble that I have been in for years. You live a life of always looking over your shoulder moving much faster than mine. I couldn’t relate, I’m always on the go tho. Maybe heart is longing for things that don’t belong to me. I...

  {I be your clown, on your favorite channel} Today feels like it looks, miserable the rain is pouring down hard on my rooftop, im nerdular so im analyzing how big the raindrops are. Remembering that time one inch balls of hail left my car completely fucked up, much like my emotions right now. Crushing on someone is a big deal, falling in love with comes with way more responsibility.  I’m filled with emotions as blood gushes to my pad. Totally TMI,   I know the female body is interesting just two days ago I made a phone call to red cross in hopes to get rid of some blood and god answered, as he often does, trying to trust him more and let him guide my ship. My life of sorts; is kind of in shambles. I haven’t been able to connect. I’m missing my friend, been talking to him since I was 12, and now I cant even get a text. There’s a void in my life all my closest friends have started peeling themselves away from me. The loneliness has started to set in, with no friends and ...