Aint it funny
That when a person desires a thing
They have to be willing to let it go in order to receive it
And aint it mad funny –
That they can spend all their dayum time
Obsessing over it – like when it gon come – how it gon come
Then in two blinks and a wink
That very thing appears right before their startled eyes

Hardliner knew her Queen was the house
When she caught that whiff of royalty
The moment she grasped her latest lesson Continue reading

When it comes to heights Hardliner is a chicken shit
Sista gurl don’t trust any expansive space
Filled with nothing but air around –
Beneath or above her – without a safety net
Like when – not if – gravity decides to jack her up
Who the hell gon catch her?

Why do you think of falling instead of soaring
This expansive space filled with nothing but air? Continue reading

If Hardliner hears ‘keep the faith’ one more time
She gon flip
That cliché has been bandied about like a battered tennis ball
Well she don’t want to hear it no more
Real talk – her situation more flows like
‘Better the devil you know than the one you don’t know’
Meaning – sista trusts what she knows
She is familiar with what she knows
Cause believing in stuff that just aint there
Aka faith – aint doing doing nothing for her
Except to extend her stay in Pisstossicity Ville

Faith without works is dead –
I think might be more your speed – sister Continue reading

Oh Lord – deliver me from myself
Hardliner fervently prays
Eh – and Father – could you deliver me
From this particular situation – right here
She plays peek a boo with one eye
Glancing momentarily at the fierce looking Hatshepsut
Very much assuming the energy of the Warrior Goddess Sekhmet
Oh yeh – the lion gon roar today
And Lord could you like hurry this deliverance up
No disrespect – but sista gurl don’t feel like dealing
With her inner child today Continue reading

It is too dayum early in the year for Cock eyed Sue
To come a calling at Hardliner’s door

By now you should know that the pain from avoiding –
And disobeying your spirit’s urging to address certain issues
Will render you cock eyed sister
And yet here you are – preparing to welcome her

Happy New Year to you too sister
And Hardliner puts in as much sarcasm and acidity
As she can into that retort Continue reading

Gawd dayum – how long a sista gats to put up
With this bitch ass ice cold weather
Valhalla aint no joke – and it sure as heyul aint for black folk
Nevertheless she is here – brought by Oya’s transforming winds
After transcending some of her deep seated issues
Valhalla was a sign of her spiritual elevation
And sista gurl milked this victory for all its worth
But now the high has worn off – she’s bored
A little ticked off and cold as mutha fu – umph
Anyway – aint no feel good herbs can grow in that frozen ground Continue reading

Stained a deep hue of ebony – Hardliner would be lying
If she said that she has never had any trouble
Seeing herself beyond society’s false images of black beauty
Looking at it now – this painful journey of self-acceptance
Is a rite of passage for most – if not every dark skinned sista
And a lot of sisters out there have not freed their inner slaves
To find peace beyond their dream of skin bleached acceptance Continue reading

She could start off by stating that this aint a woe is me rant
But who the hell is she fooling
She could also plead not guilty – absolving herself from
The psycho PMS trip that has high jacked Planet Hardliner
But really – sista gurl knows that she aint putting
Up no resistance to her VAP!
Straight up – no chaser – this is a woe is me story
Hardliner has kicked do better when you know better to the curb Continue reading

Hardliner is mulling over a cliché lodged in her mind
About something is to forgive and to err is human
The dayum thing won’t let her get a moment’s peace
And from the familiar heavenly sent wafting through her dome
Hardliner senses that vacation in the absence of her Irates
May be coming to a screeching halt – not that it has
Been one with the Queen of badass – Hatshepsut either
Oh – what da heyul is that tired ass cliché? Continue reading

As if she don’t gats enough on her plate
Now she gats a resurgence of the Ethereal Pookie and company
To add to her marriage and mama drama
When it rains – it don’t mean it gats to pour
C’mon – here she is – high noon in the dayum Theban dessert
And a rainstorm has still managed to track her ass
Hatsheput is back to giving her death ray glares
Like she is some Sith Lord of a faraway Star Wars Galaxy
And sista gurl could whinge on ‘bout plenty more
Cause yes – damnit! Continue reading