High Queen Chronicles: Woman in progress

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Are you ready to look into your mirror sister
You will not break
A daughter of the Great I am cannot break

These words jar in her dome
Branching out into spasms throughout her body
Their deadliest concentration within her centre
Existing purely at a cerebral level aint nothing
But an experience of life from the neck up
Magic only happens when a truth sown in the mind
Is birthed in the soul
In other words – you gats to acknowledge it then feel it
For any healing to take place
Now Hardliner is a head and neck gal Continue reading

High Queen Chronicles: The thing with perfection

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Is it still good to ya…does it feel alright
Awww sookie soookie nah
Now that is old school
Aint no one can bring it like Teddy “Turn off the Lights” Pendergrass
The young blood these days don’t gats that kinda flow
Wooing a sista with their lick it and suck it lyrics
In fact they gats to circle the Universe twice ova
To pull out a ballad like Luther – Marvin or Big Barry
Well – except D’Angelo though
That brutha is a beast! Continue reading

High Queen Chronicles: Yes I am

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“I am superwoman – yes I am – yes you are”
Go’ head Ms. Keys
Hardliner is vybing on this song real bad
For some reason it has taken up residence in her head 24/7
Right now she loves it like a newlywed getting her freak on
But real bitch ass soon it gon become the 7 year itch
And she gon be ready to drop that sucker like a bad rash
So she fervently prays for enlightenment to come real quick
And sure nuff – she smells a breakthrough a coming ‘round the corner Continue reading

High Queen Chronicles: Disappearing bloodlines

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Blood is thicker than water
Gawd – there are some real stupid ass clichés out there
Trying to create profundity outta the simple truth
Everybody and their mama knows that blood…
Hardliner stops her rant in mid flow
Cause Hatshepsut has put the I can see right through you
Type of fix on her – the most intimidating stare down that
Sista gurl has ever come across
That right there is a Diva with some balls – or more like
A Diva who could crush balls without batting and eye Continue reading

High Queen Chronicles: Badass on Purpose

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Be who you are designed to be
The Universe made only ONE YOU
Be YOU – organic and authentic
Unapologetically live your purpose
On the point of death
That is how you go hardcore sister
This IS badass on purpose

Hatshepsut lays down a strong flow
Hardliner is in awe of this bad diva Continue reading

High Queen Chronicles: The Deep Unknown

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Hardliner is out in deep waters
A dark bottomless green that can swallow the soul whole
Either she a baaaaad chick or sista is truly masochistic
Cause Lawd knows her ass can’t swim
And here she be fronting a Jacques Cousteau
As usual she’s looking for the backside to sunny side up
Cause everybody and their mama knows
That deep sea green is the ideal habitat for sharks
If she had kept her ass near the shore wading in the shallow
She would not be up to her eyeballs in the deep unknown Continue reading

Valley of the Queens Chronicles: Rolling with the Deep

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Valley of the Queens
How appropriate that Oya would
Land her in this desolate waste land
That could easily be the training ground
For a life brimming with infinite possibilities
Hatshepsut has been keeping her company dem days
Hardliner has been so caught up in her own drama
That she has ignored the ancient queen
Who has been intently watching – waiting for Hardliner
To come into her readiness for training
Albeit she does not know when this day of readiness will arrive Continue reading

Valley of the Queens Chronicles: Bone Tired

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It is not like she don’t know that
With the Universe any and everything is possible
But dang it – her game has been reduced to rubble
Then ground into dust by a thug pestle

“Ready for our little chat?”

With her fight pounded into submission
Hardliner is prepared to sing Continue reading

Valley of the Queens Chronicles: Road to Submission

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Even the Buda Seer gats to take days off
And let a little ratchet come out
She aint Jess-us Christ
And right now – she be pimping a lopsided halo
Heyul – her tongue is the neighbourhood hoe
Loose and free swinging in its wordplay
It is all about truth and acceptance here
Aint dem Irates said – and she quotes:
“The truth simply is
There is no gimmick or frills to it
Anything apart from the truth is a lie”
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Valley of the Queens Chronicles: Resistance

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First awf
It was that mercilessly cold Asgard wind
Holding Odin’s vast Norse Lands hostage
Spitefully penetrating skin and bone
To lay down roots in the core of a man
The kind of cold that no self-respecting black person
Should ever find themselves in
And now Oya’s transforming winds have dragged her ass
Across the four corners of the Sahara
Finally landing her in its vast wasteland – East off the Nile Continue reading