Hardliner: Sweet Chile Chronicles: Unburdening the Word

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You know the thing about whooping dead horses
Is that they come back to haunt your ass in ghost mode
Only to become the thing administering the whooping
Now she gats the ghost of a dead horse whooping the melanin off her ass
Shit – she used to say all she can do is stay black and die
Well a bitch is running out of options for her existence

That’s just a bit macabre don’t you think dear
Dead horses and what not – I take it the dead horse is
A metaphor for something that is whooping you at the moment

Hardliner sighs through pursed lips as Ms. Rennah makes an appearance
Decked in her flowing amber robes
With that mischievous – yet mirthful twinkle lighting up her eyes

Not today Ms. Rennah

Tell me your story Griot
The Earth Mother adds with that intuitive smile
That sets Hardliner’s stomach ablaze with – she stops for a moment
Trying for the life of her to figure out what
Cause sista – just lost her train of thought
Either menopause rolled up on her like the low-down
Dirty thief of thought that she is
Or that Hardliner does not truly know what she feels about
Ms. Rennah ferreting out the identity of her dead horse
Righteous indignation maybe can suffice but if she’s honest
It more looks like Ms. Petty has come out to play
And Hardliner is in her Queen era – if there is one thing

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Hardliner: Sweet Chile Chronicles: Deep waters

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Oooh chile
It has been a minute
Sista’s plate has been full of late
Balancing that master’s degree with work and motherhood
Plus – that dissertation is working the one last
Tired ass nerve she is pimping

I hear you sis – Ms. Ego has been her companion
On her life walk these past months
Now Hardliner knows that chick gats issues
And at present she and Ms. Menopause get on like a house on fire
You could say that they conjoined twins
And if Hardliner is honest – she kinda likes the vybe
Cause she can be irascible and blame it on menopause
But then there are those days when dem two bitches
Are too extra for a sista and she gats to crawl back to God
Pleading for peace and forgiveness
It is like she is constantly slaying her Ego and the bitch
Keeps resurrecting – no matter how many magnesium capsules
Hardliner keeps popping

Heffa – you know I make life interesting –

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HARDLINER: SWEET CHILE CHRONICLES: HERE WE GO AGAIN

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O.K – and that was 2025 – that heffa went out quiet –
Slipping through Hardliner’s fingers like dry hot sand
Cause a sista was busy doing fuck all for most of 2025
The Christian in her is rebuking that statement
Or at least rebuking the profanity
But no joke 2025 was like the joker – laughing at her attempts
To get her shit together yet squander all her gains
So yeh fuck all translates to shopping online via the Klarna express service
Trawling social media – namely Facebook like a scavenger
On the hunt for anything to divert her path to productivity
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Hardliner: Sweet Chile Chronicles: Fear Not – Part Two

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God has been dealing with Hardliner
And she can honestly say that she’s been a good girl through it all
Not succumbing to the lure of one woe-is-me rant
Is a victory dance in itself
That storm – the one that Dewdrop alluded to is about
To rip through her valley
But her inner queen is standing firm – garbed for war
With ‘fly-ass’ sabre in hand

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Sweet Chile Chronicles: The breaking

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She has been here for a while now
Just sitting with Dewdrop – aka her adolescent self
Sista likes putting a name to things
Although this here situation with Sweet Chile to the right
And Dewdrop to the left of her is giving off
Multiple Personality Disorder vybes
She gats to be careful cause she don’t want Sybil all up in her dome
Anyway she’s here with Dewdrop trying to find peace
A while back Ms. Almah handed her the task to find out
‘What does she want from herself?’
Fucked up as it sounds – and yes she swore
She is a bit raw at the moment – having made the choice
To allow herself to break open like Pandora’s box
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Sweet Chile Chronicles: Dewdrop

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So unimpressed

With lips pursed Hardliner comes up with the no brainer
That this here breakthrough is the water making kind
She stands there – did she mention unimpressed –
With an empty bucket and dry-ass mop
Trying to figure out how she gon squeeze water from this experience
She could lay prostrate before her alter in supplication to God
About this pharaoh-type-edict-of-making-bricks-without-straw situation
But Hardliner can practically taste the pugnacity in her aura
And pimping prostration before the Great I Am is a mockery
That even Ms. Ratchet will not cosign to
So she is back to being consoled by unimpressed
Until she can figure this shit out
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Sweet Chile Chronicles: Praise & Pisstossicity

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What is a girl to do when her stars are misaligned

Her chakras are jacked and wait – her inner chile is pimping

Separation anxiety by shadowing her every move?

Well a girl – eh- this gurl is at Pisstossity Station

About to board a train to Pisstocity Ville

And this is not a woe is me rant

This here is a conscious decision

To feel how she feel and fuck it to hell

Ooooooh – her salt runneth over

And it tastes as good as a bag of Cheetos

Spiritually this aint a good look for Hardliner

But crazy is all she gats to work with right now

Here comes the train

As Hardliner hustles into a good spot to board  

She spots a familiar face on the opposite platform

That goes ghost in two blinks a wink – against the backdrop of a whizzing train

Sista tries to override the unsettled feeling in her gut

With the affirmation that she is overreaching

Never mind that trickle of pee cruising down her right leg




Umph – not today Jesus




Sista gon catch that rain

Anxiety gats her stomach turning and twisting into a pretzel

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Sweet Chile Chronicles: That still small voice

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Hardliner’s sun is grooving – its golden rays spurting ebullience
As a benediction on sista gurl’s rolling hills

“Hold up yuh lighter and come
Flame inna di air, fire haffi burn
Holla from a top of a mountain and cry
Tell ’em seh my love will never die”

Koffee’s big tune – ‘The Harder they Fall’ is pure fyah
Hardliner experiences it’s rhythm as licks of fire
That pool at the base of her spine
She’s none the wiser as to why this here song resonates in her being
Maybe it’s because it brings her back to the time in her life
When reggae pulled up to her digs and whisked her off
Like some rogue prince – laying claim to her heart
As well as the title of her first love
Or maybe she is reliving those Friday night limes in Dub House
Being wooed by riddim and bass
But one way or another she is West Indian to the bone
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