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

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” Continue reading

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

“If you would take your mind off your little woe is me story
You would see that although you’re being whooped
By marriage and mother hood minus a maid and all
Your wimpissity is being chipped away to reveal the
Bad-ass moxie living underneath”

So said her Irates a pair of Chanel knock- awf
Peep toes a while back
She can still feel their impact on her temple Continue reading

Beneath the surface everyone gats a little
Somethin’ somethin’ gowin’ on
That don’t sit right with their spirit
Some people ignore the alert like a debt collector
Others just pretend that it does not exist
Hardliner wishes she could roll with either option
But knows inwardly that it just aint gonna happenin’
Cause she already swallowed that pesky little red pill
To lead her into the wondrous – falling flat on her face
Whoop-ass world of self-awareness
Empowerment and enlightenment
That teaches her to do betta cause she knows betta Continue reading

“What to do” – her Granny said that often
To affirm acceptance of things she could not change
No matter how hard she tried
And for Hardliner that shit’s real
There is deep wisdom in leaving shit alone
That don’t wanna see – hear or smell change
What to do – simply means surrendering control
Of situations – as well as expectations that
One gats no business trying to mess with
It also means letting Oya’s wind rip through things
To cleanse their energy so that they come back to you new
Like seeing the other side of the moon for the first time Continue reading

What is the point to all this
Hardliner hurls the question out there
Knowing inwardly there is no quick fix to her mental mess
What she knows for sure is that life is messy
Things planned and expected
Always have a habit of running buck wild on her
Never mind that she’s been raising them from infancy
To become treasured and calculated outcomes
Something always gats to happen to jack-up their flow Continue reading

Shit happens – that is life
Most times a necessary happening
Aint nothing Hardliner can do about it
The thing she can control is how she reacts to the drama
And Hardliner loves a good Production
She is the Director – Stage Manager
Executive Producer and Lead Actress
And sista girl is so badass  – she and Oscar rolling deep
Deeper than its flow with Meryl Streep Continue reading

At first it was intended as a joke
She coined the term Budda-seer and it stuck
Like herself to a bag of msg-laced cheese curls
Budda-seer this – Budda-seer that
Every thang peachy keen
But the biatch done a double take on her ass
And now she aint stuck with a cute phrase no more
But a frightening reality- laced purpose
Something bigger than her kinda thing Continue reading