Yellow Brick Road Chronicles: Flight

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“Fly!”
No longer an internal whisper – the voice is deadly serious
It is backed by an intense urge that has made Hardliner
Break out in a cold sweat
Sort of like an itch she is dying to scratch
This shit aint funny no more
But what part of being on the tipsy edge of
Killer cliff is actually funny
Coupled with the fact that sista’s movement
Is limited to forward strides only
Naw – this situation aint dayum near funny – at all

“Fly!”
An imperious energy of knowing hits Hardliner
“Why do you wait? – fly!!”

Pee gushes down Hardliner’s leg as indecision
And doubt cripple her obedience
How did her ass end up here from the Yellow Brick Road?
This Oya’s doing – aka Change and Transition
She came outta nowhere and changed up the game – again
Carrying the pulsating energy of drums with her
The bat outta hell analogy is too tame
Naw – Oya is a law unto herself Continue reading

Yellow Brick Road Chronicles: Paper and coin

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Yasssssssssss!
Hardliner is cruising that Yellow Brick
Pimping a reincarnation of Huggy Bear
Fedora hat – floor length fur coat – platform heels
Bedazzled cane and all
If sista gon pimp – she gon go hard
As that wicked bass from the Ojays
‘For the love of money’
Pools in a funky inferno at the base of her spine

“Money money money
Money money money…….
Talk about cash money …
Dollar bills yall….” Continue reading

Yellow Brick Road Chronicles: Shining star

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There is a word for shit like this
Hardliner is sure of it – although nothing comes to mind
And she could succumb to the lust of Pisstossity
Deliciously warming her belly
But gurlfriend gats to keep her wits about her on this intimidating
Nocturnal trek through an eerie medieval type of wood
And to think – you were skipping all happily doo-da
Down that Yellow Brick like a nut two blinks and a wink ago
Now look at this here sit-chu-ation
Talk about the game changing on your ass
Caught up in her internal dialogue
Sista trips on an errant stone – gifting her an ankle twist
Which she repays in kind with a rancid cuss

What do people get when they get you? Continue reading

Yellow Brick Road Chronicles: Seeing me

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I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty, and witty and gay,
And I pity
Any girl who isn’t me today.

Hardliner is channelling her inner Dorothy
Skipping down that yellow brick – all girly and shit
Cause it is a good day
Albeit she gats a five loaves of bread
And two dayum fish situation
Which has to cover that limitless-full bodied-living
Your-purpose-life-plan of hers
In other words her audacious-pee-running-down-your-leg
Plan of relocation-and-further-education
Aint quite all come together as yet
And sista is done with the worry and the anxiety
Of wanting this thing that is soooooo much bigger than her
To manifest in her life
So she has surrendered her rainbow dream
Knowing that God is large and in charge Continue reading

Yellow Brick Road Chronicles: Wide open spaces

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The thing about running from personal issues
Is that it creates a blissful buffer
Against emotional discomfort and pain
It provides a wonderful numbed-out vacay spot
Which back in the day – before committing to
Living each moment of her life present
Hardliner would do on a regular
O.K – on the real – sista would lay down good root there
Like a scrub who refused to leave his mama’s basement
Until painful uprooting by her Irates Continue reading

Yellow Brick Road Chronicles: Chasing rainbows

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Lawd have mercy – it is too dayum early for this shit
The sun is still turning over in its sleep at this ungodly hour
And Hardliner is awake – her dome pulsating with
A classic song from a child hood fairytale
Like nobody never noticed that Dorothy Gale is a headcase?
The chick has been missing in action since this Yellow Brick Road
Experience descended on Planet Hardliner
But now she decides to make an appearance
After all – what is Oz without Dorothy ‘Pigtails’ Gale?

Headache free I’ll bet – Hardliner quips
Wincing as Pigtails slays her ‘Over the Rainbow’ anthem song
Loud – proud – and pitchy as heyul! Continue reading

Yellow Brick Road Chronicles: Salted peanuts

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“Gurl you know this means war
Dem people just can’t do you like that
You are more than this peanut promotion
You are operating at a level that is not reflected
By the coin you earn – that shit aint right
Bunch of petty- puffed up – hateful
Manipulative – summabitches!”

Ms. Ego is salty and she is letting it rip
Her sulphuric fury is stanking up Hardliner’s dome
Sista knows better than to court an insurrection of Ms. Ego
But right now – her little bitch fit swaddles
Like a warm and comfy Alpaca wool blanket Continue reading