|Posted on January 10, 2009 at 9:27 PM||comments (0)|
Editing: -* (minus one star)
Mallory is a very strange cat. Green eyed, faired skinned, educated in Great Brittan, with an almost anal fashion sense (he changes cars with the seasons and he never wears a color that’s not “in”) it’s easy to see why he has such a hard time fitting in with his brown skinned, ghetto acting, historically Black university attending older brothers. Mallory is so anal he has sex timed down to the minute, and his voracious appetite for the ladies has his brothers way more appalled than impressed. I don’t know why. Talk about dysfunctional: you’ll need a computer program to figure out who in this family is sleeping with whom and why. It doesn’t help much that Mallory hasn’t seen his brothers since he was a pre-teen. He doesn’t even use the family surname Haulm; he goes by his mother’s maiden name of Towneson instead.
So why is Mallory back in good ole Austin, Texas?
Well…the other three brothers are part of the “family business”…and as part of “the next generation,” they “need” Mallory too. Although the reason is never adequately explained to him, Mallory is pressed into service at Haulm Industries Company, lovingly known as HIC. (Black people: all that’s missing is the N) Never mind that Mallory has made his own name in the world, heading a million dollar enterprise called Towneson Financial. He’s expected to give it all up, or at the very least, fold his company into HIC.
Problem: Mallory doesn’t want to.
Problem: His father hates his guts.
Problem: So does his big brother Marc, the so-called “family leader.”
Big problem: This ominous black cloud is haunting Mallory’s dreams. He’s convinced the cloud is trying to kill him.
That’s not the only strange thing going on. The “family business” turns out to be the Apocalypse, and Mallory and his brothers: Marc, Merek and Marlon, are the Four Horseman. Mallory’s memory is full of more holes than a slice of bread in a rat’s nest, and everyone is angry at him because he can’t remember any of this.
What is the root cause of Mallory’s memory loss, and why was he sent away at the tender age of twelve? Why does his father hate him so? What in the heck is going on between Mallory and his brother Matthew? Is that even legal??? Is Mallory really the Final Horseman, and what does that mean? Will Mallory accept his role in “the family business” or will he walk away from everything? It’s a ride that will take you way past your comfort zone.
Along the way author James delves into many biblical topics, which is guaranteed to enrage more than a few readers. I personally was so disturbed by some of the premises in this book that I had to call her myself. I completely understand where, as an artist, James was coming from, but IMPO I believe she took some liberties/crossed some lines that God may not be smiling on. There are some things that, in His word God said He will not have. HOWEVER…I want to make it plain that I am not judging Trinia at all. I’m not in a position to do so and neither is anyone else. Just this week I had someone ask me if I was on some type of medication because of all the wild ‘ish’ that goes on in my “Christian” novel, but that’s the way God gave it to me. Trinia knew that and stood up for me, so if Trinia said she prayed about this book before she wrote it, I take her at her word. Nobody knows what God told her but her. And nothing: no naysayer, no Hator, no hypocritical salt thrower, can take away from the fact that this book was excellently written. It kept me turning the pages, despite some piss-poor editing and throughout my moral discomfort. I have only known two other writers whose work was so compelling that the myriad errors didn’t even matter. She’s also witty. As characters, War was always fighting, Famine never stopped eating, Pestilence was…just a pest, and Death? Well, poor Mallory was afraid to die.
I don’t know what’s up with these Kendall Pub books but this is the second one I read where I wanted to pimp smack the editor. Believe me: someone deserves a refund. Matter of fact, TL James should sue for damages.
Because she lost a star strictly on account of the editing. And that’s a shame, too; this really is a four star work. I was so glad I already had the sequel (there’s a BOGO offer on TL James’ website: http:www.authortljames.com) I didn’t know what to do with myself.
|Posted on January 10, 2009 at 9:21 PM||comments (0)|
So I Was Thinking, Right???
(which is always a Bad Sign, but that's neither Here nor There right now)
There are a lot of good books that I wanted to read last year but didn't have the time.
And since my New Job--DOESN'T HAVE THE INTERNET...
(sorry for yelling but Please Don't Get Me Started, cause: Who Does That???)
What better way to Pass The Time than Catch Up On My Reading.
Like a Lightning Bolt From Heaven...I saw that APOOO is having a Reading Challenge.
It's Quite Simply, actually.
During their First Quarter 2009 African American Reading Challenge:
1. Commit to read a book a week or 13 books from January 1st through March 31st 2008.
2. Read whatever you would like. All genres are welcome. It’s your list make it fun, interesting and inclusive of books you want to read (and are likely to read).
3. The books can be prior releases or new releases.
4. If possible, post your list by January 1st, 2009. If not, post it as soon as possible.
5. If you have a blog, post your reading list on your blog and leave your link in the comments section so that I can stop by and see what books you’ve chosen to read. Note, the link should be to the specific post/page and not the general URL for your blog.
6. A blog is NOT necessary to participate. If you don’t have a blog, please feel free to post your list in the comments section below.
7. If possible, post all 13 books that you plan to read. However, partial list are acceptable. If you supply a partial list, challenge yourself and provide an initial list with at least seven books.
8. You can change books on your list, but hopefully you will read at least 13 books over the next 13 weeks.
9. You can include books that you are reading for other challenges.
10. Once you’ve read one of the books from your list, please share with us your thoughts via the Weekly Update Post, a review or your blog. If you have a blog, don’t forget to include the specific link for your review/post.
11. Hopefully, many of your books will be African-American reads (APOOO Promoting Our Voices, Showcasing Our Stories) and if you’re looking for a list of books CLICK on one of the following links for book list: 2009 African American Book Releases; 2008 African American Book Releases; APOOO Favorite African American BookList.
I love a good Challenge.
So Here's My List
Reading Challenge List:
1. BACK STABBERS by Nyema
2. Where There’s Smoke by Terra Little
3. Born in the Streets but Raised in Prison by Tra Verdejo
4. Shameless Hoodwives by Meesha Mink & De’Nesha Diamond
5. The Hood Life by same
6. Keep the Faith by Faith Evans
7. The Best of Everything by Kimberla Lawson Roby
8. Half of the Battle is to Surrender All I Have by Adrienna ‘Deo’ Turner
9. Murder on the Down Low by Pamela Samuels Young
10. What If It Feels Good by DJ McLaurin
11. Blackbirds Pt 1 by Andre Coleman
12. Mpire: Death Cometh
I know, I know: I'm missing one. Any suggestions?
Let a sista know...
|Posted on August 15, 2008 at 8:41 AM||comments (2)|
Today?s Rap music is Truly Horrendous; I ain?t gon? lie.
I can?t stand to listen to it, I mean: there?s only so much
"I got spinners on my ?lac, girl suck my di**" music one can Tolerate, ya dig?
Yet, Depth Of Lyrics aside...
Is Rap Music really the problem with Black America?
I think not.
Popular music has been decried as "the downfall of society" as far back as the 1800's. However, music does not create trends; it merely reflects them. "We?re A Winner" did not spark the Black Power Movement; "People Get Ready" did not spark the Black Power Movement; and "Treat Her Like A Prostitute" did not spark the?
well, the Treat Her Like A Ho Movement.
The incarceration rate for Black males has risen 300% in just 20 years.
Black on Black murder is 1,150% higher than White on White homicides.
Single-parent households are now the norm in our community, but worse than that:
No Parent Households are growing steadily.
Why: because we Listen To The Radio too much?
Don?t get me wrong, I too think today?s youth are way too influenced by what they see in videos. Are the videos the problem though? Or is the problem why our kids being "raised" by music videos? What has happened in the Black Community over the last twenty years that can be attributed as the cause of this nonsense?
The answer, people, is Crack.
We face its twisted legacy every day.
Black on Black Crime? The Crack Trade is legendary for the scope of its violence. Heroin addicts weren?t going around shooting folks, but couple Crack dealers with the availability of high powered weaponry previously only seen in the military and suddenly you have dealers shooting up everything in sight.
High Incarceration Rate? With more young men selling Crack, the odds seem to favor more of them being arrested. And I?m Almost Positive none of them are in prison because of a BET Overdose. Lack Of Respect for Our Women? With Crack came the advent of the Crack Ho. Believe me: two dollars and fifty cents never bought so much sex. You say the dropout rate is at an All Time High? How important can school seem when there are only three parents at every PTA meeting, and two of them are married to each other? How is this tied to the Crack problem you ask? Well how interested in school would you be if you were scrounging around for something to eat because your parent is...
By far the worst thing Crack has brought about is the destruction of the family. Research shows cocaine was the first drug to break the maternal-infant bond. Simply put: it makes mothers stop caring about their kids. For a long time cocaine was the only drug to do this; it has since been joined by "crystal" meth, the Trailer Trash equivalent of Crack.
What does this mean...
Well, there has always been addiction, but nothing, not even heroin addiction, has made mothers forget all about their kids. Obie One, a central character in my book This Ain?t No Hearts and Flowers Love Story, describes his mother like this:
"Suze was a Junkie and a Whore and we lived in the streets.
This much is True.
I was born a junkie, addicted to heroin. True That also.
But that don?t mean she was a Bad Mother Per Se.
Suze Loved Me To Death and I Loved Her Right Back.
Suze could a gave me up, left me with my Grandma and Gone On About Her Biz
but she didn?t.
Suze kept us together.
Suze taught me How To Beg and How To Steal so?s I could eat.
And she taught me The Plan.
Cause Everybody Gots To Have A Plan.
At night Suze always made sure I got the softest spot to lay in.
When she went into a nod Suze would throw her legs over me to keep me from Wanderin. "
The part about the legs? This is a true story.
My sister-in-law was a heroin addict; she threw her legs over her infant daughter every time she nodded out. Just like in my book, she got into a big fight and got thrown out of the house when she did this to a family member?s kid while "babysitting". And like Obie?s mother, she left her child behind To Keep Her Safe, not because She Didn?t Care. By contrast, another character: BB Johnson, got hooked on Crack and didn?t remember he had a son until his son?s SSI check came on "the first."
Motherlessness (the central theme of my novel), not That D@mned Rap Music, has led to the decline of the Black community. How can you treat a woman as anything other than a prostitute when your mother is a Crack Ho? How can you love/trust a man or woman to Do You Right when those Essential Images of Trust: your parents, have abandoned you to drug abuse; left you floundering on your own? Because unfortunately, today?s children are raising themselves.
If they are not the children of addicts then they are the offspring of a generation of addicts, who?ve had no parenting and who?ve learned early on to care about no one but themselves. Or: Their Single Mother has fallen victim to "Welfare Reform" and now has to travel four hours a day to a job that barely pays for bus fare there and back. She has no Back Up System because...? Trace this back a generation on either side and you?ll run smack back into the fallout from the Crack epidemic.
So Many Paths, yet they all lead to The Same Destination.
As long as we keep focusing on Rap music, the problem won?t get any better. And young people won?t listen to you because:
You Sound Stupid.
I?m sorry, but you do.
Like battling The N Word, this is Knee Jerk Reactionism to a Much Deeper Issue. Banning The N Word won?t make Black people Love Each Other More or make White people Hate Us Less. And Young People know 50 Cent is not the reason their momma/grandma (and possibly their daddy, if they can find him at all) is blowing some guy in the alley.
Unless 50 Cent personally sold their parents the rocks they smoke.
Rap music reflects the problem, Rap music perpetuates the problem, but Rap music is not the problem In and Of Itself. If Black families had a Stable Family Base: a mother and a father who were instrumental in guiding their children into Adulthood, would 50 have the impact you claim he has today? Well...I don?t see all those White teens who listen to Rap suffering from these same social issues, so obviously...
It?s Not The Music!!!
But don?t take my word for it.
Demico Booth, author of Why Are So Many Black Men In Prison, was recently a guest (along with this writer and several others) on Ella Curry?s BAN Blog Talk Radio show. Mr Booth, a first time offender, was incarcerated from the time he was eighteen until he was thirty-one years old. His crime was possession of crack cocaine. One segment of his book deals with the effect the media and music have on young Black minds.
Did Mr Booth blame his arrest on Rap Music?
He blamed it on...
Which made him more susceptible to the messages in Rap Music.
Mr Booth?s parents were drug addicts.
Are you feeling me here?
So if you Really want to Help Our People,
Put down your Placard,
throw away your Soap Box,
and mentor a child in your neighborhood.
Tell a child God Loves You, and So Do I.
Because Hate, or Apathy, he can get at home.
Or at school.
Tell a child: You Don?t Have To Live Like This;
God Has Something Better In Store For You.
Take Him or Her to church; to the fair; to the pool.
Show them Something Different.
Of Course it will Work.
Darkchild does it every day.
|Posted on June 26, 2008 at 10:00 PM||comments (4)|
|Stuck On An Elevator With You|
So I was gonna blog about how dismally my online marketing campaign was going, right? Even though I had Nothing But Time on my hands cause, alas, like Tommy: I ain't GOT no job, right?
CAUTION: These people cuss like sailors. There's a reason for this.
At the end a the concert Princess has her Meet & Greet
Read more excerpts on my website: www.freewebs.com/brooklyndarkchild/bookexcerpts.htm
|Posted on June 17, 2008 at 12:00 PM||comments (3)|
R Kelly?s acquittal in his child pornography case has many people, including Darkchild, up in arms. Sadly, though, this type of thing seems to be Par For The Course in the entertainment field. Young girls aren't the only culprits, and too many parents are being swayed by the amount of
money these predators are flashing. According to an expose published in this month's VIBE magazine, producer Chris Stokes may very well be the R Kelly of Black Boy Bands.
This past December two videos by brothers "Ricky Romance," formerly of Immature
and "Raz B" formerly of B2K, surfaced on YouTube describing in chilling detail sexual abuse the two young men allegedly suffered at the hands of Stokes, who was their producer. Almost immediately, Ricky Romance backed off of the allegations. Raz B held his ground for quite some time before he too issued a retraction.
B2K is one of the most successful boy bands of all times, with two of the top grossing tours on record and a number one film under their belts. During their time together the young boys claim to have been totally at Stokes? mercy; they claim he even limited their contact with their parents.
I?m sorry...but that?s a Red Flag right there. And despite the group?s successes:
They made no money.
Or so they?ve been told. Regardless, when the band members parted ways with Stokes, they were Flat Broke and Homeless. Nothing they "owned," not even their houses, were in their names.
Is this a reason to scream Molestation???
Chris Stokes seems to think so: he maintains these claims are made up solely to extort money from him. However, in light of the YouTube confessions, and subsequent retractions, VIBE has uncovered yet another of Stokes' former artists, Quindon Tarver, who claims to have been molested for four years while under Stokes' tutelage. Tarver claims a member of Immature molested him while Stokes watched, and gave directions.
It is interesting to note that when Tarver was first asked to fly out to LA, Stokes told the young boy and his mother, that there were molestation charges pending against him, "...but it?s not true. I?m going to win it." VIBE was not able to find any documentation of any past charges against Stokes. Still, Tarver freely admits that he and his mother were so psyched by his impending stardom that they disregarded what Stokes supposedly said to them.
And that?s the problem.
Like the mother in the first Michael Jackson case, certain parents too often concentrate more on the money and/or attention coming their way then on their children?s welfare. Why else would they allow some man to dictate how often they speak to their own children??? To complicate matters, Chris Stokes?like R Kelly and his "god daughter"-- is related to Ricky Romance, Raz B, and Omari Grandberry, another B2K member.
Related often equals Safe in many people?s minds.
Yet most children are molested by someone they know well.
Marcus Houston, an Immature member Tarver says he was forced to kiss on the mouth, says Stokes is "just like a father" to him. Hmmm....
Didn?t Lil Wayne say that about his producer-slash-mentor Baby???
Right after he kissed him on the mouth??
Sorry, but that?s Another Red Flag. If you don?t believe me, ask any woman who, like Darkchild, had the misfortune of being someone?s Special Girl when she was growing up. You?re Just Like A Son To Me is another lie molesters screw up their victims with. You?re Just Like A Son means you should be glad I?m paying you all this attention; I love you so much and this is how I show it. Sure, the "son" or "special girl" gets showered with gifts and gets taken to all the hot spots. Some develop a natural affection towards their abuser because he?s kind and generous to them.
But at the end of the day there?s a price to be paid that no child should ever have to pay.
Tarver?s story mirrors that of Romance and Raz B in many ways. Like the brothers, Tarver says he too was forced to shower with other boys. Tarver also says that once he confided in a female artist whom Stokes managed, his reputation was destroyed, his album was shelved, and he too ended up on a bus back home: penniless.
Again: Is being robbed reason enough to "cry rape?" Darkchild thinks the similarities between the victims? stories is too eerie to be a coincidence. She also doesn?t know too many men who would lie about being molested.
Darkchild doesn?t know too many men who would admit to being molested.
Why is that? And what exactly does society owe those victims of sexual terrorism who are brave enough to step forward? In my book, This Ain?t No Hearts and Flowers Love Story, Princess endures a brutal rape by her ex lover, keeps it to herself out of fear she?ll be vilified in the press, and cracks under the strain.
Does life imitate art?
In the VIBE article Raz says, "...something happened to me in my childhood. So I?m not ashamed about that." Unfortunately, what he?s going through is taking its toll on him:
The boy is clearly Not Well mentally.
Raz B has now become quite literally the "butt" of many insensitive jokes, including a pointed dis by Yung Joc on the "Lookin' Boy" record/video. Joc screams, "No Chris, no Chris, No!" in a pronounced falsetto. Then, to remove all doubt as to what he?s talking about, in the Overkill Moment of the Year he turns around, bends over, and spreads his butt cheeks for the camera. Radio has the decency to censor that line. On the other hand, BET (which must stand for Broadcasting Everything Tasteless) has no problem adding to Raz B?s pain. This same network has the nerve to be offended because they are The Boondock?s number one target.
What?s happening to Raz B is Not Cool. In fact, it?s Just Plain Mean. People are also quick to blame the failure of the R Kelly case on the young lady who claims not to be in the video, but:
Who wants to be known as The Girl R Kelly Peed On???
I don't see many hands.
Maybe when society makes it safer for victims to step forward,
Until then, I?ll continue to pray for Raz B, for Ricky Romance, for Quindon Tarver, for the girl in the R Kelly video, and for victims everywhere.
What about you? Let a sister know...
|Posted on June 5, 2008 at 10:13 AM||comments (2)|
This weekend I attended a unique event:
It was both my five month old granddaughter?s naming ceremony,
and a celebration of the life of my 88 year old grandmother.
For those of you who don?t know, I?m the mother of nine,
grandmother of 15 and counting, so we were five generations deep:
a historic event for any family.
The first thing I realized is...
There?s a lot of us.
Tack on another 50 or so Muslims from as far away as Atlanta and
You can?t squeeze that many Negroes in one room and
expect the air to work right.
So it was Hot As The Blue Blazes in that place too.
Me and the kids and grandkids I brought with me from Ohio were
The Only Christians In The Room.
But the biggest shocker of all was the state my grandma is in.
She has Alzheimer?s.
Or "Old Timers."
Take your pick.
I didn?t even recognize her, and I was sitting right next to her.
It doesn?t matter ?cause she didn?t know who I was either.
Mind you, this was a woman who had physical custody of me for two years.
When my mother wouldn?t, or more accurately couldn?t;
Grandma Doris stepped in.
We lived on the 21st floor of a high rise co-op on Lafayette Ave in Brooklyn.
Her lock was hard to turn so she bought my five year old self one of those
things you squeeze to build up the muscles in your hand. Every morning she
made a bowl of All Bran and put canned peaches on top. She made a plastic
holder for my bus pass out of half a two-fold wallet and a piece of yarn
so I could wear it around my neck.
She taught me how to cook.
The years rolled by and another grandmother took over,
one no where near as kind as she, yet Grandma Doris remained
the Flyest Grandma Around. If I learned a new dance
Grandma already knew it.
"A guy showed me that at the club last night," she?d declare, joining in.
I mean, this was a woman who sewed me a fake fur coat and
matching hat when I was five.
Always a robust woman, Grandma stopped eating several months ago,
now she?s approximately the size of a twig.
I heard she was giving the food to the cat.
"Why didn?t somebody just feed her?" I asked, annoyed.
"Well, we?re doing that now," my mother informed me.
Methinks it?s a Tad Too Late.
Besides, she won?t eat anyway. My daughter said if she eats breakfast today,
maybe she?ll eat something else around dinner time tomorrow.
"She used to like ice cream, so we tried using that as a treat.
?If you eat your food you can have some ice cream, Grandma.?
Then we were happy if she just ate the ice cream.
Now she doesn?t even want that."
So they have her on some Old Folks Version of Ensure.
Back In The Day we called those Shakes In A Can
Crackhead Meals, cause crackheads don't eat either.
She also wears Pampers.
When I finally realized it was her, I apologized, but like I said:
she didn?t know who I was. She opened her mouth to say something,
but much of it was unintelligible. When it was time to take her place in the
Seat of Honor, I watched dumbfounded as my once fly-beyond-her-years
grandmother struggled to put one foot in front of the other.
"It must be rough taking care of her," I whispered to my daughter.
"It takes a community effort," she replied, referencing the four-out-of-five
generations living under one roof.
She told me how her two year old helps Grandma back to her room when
she gets "lost."
In the kitchen.
Or Sounds The Alarm when Grandma pees on the floor.
Once Upon A Time Grandma?s Alzheimer?s was actually funny.
She would put something in the microwave and then jump from fright
when the darned thing beeped.
"Did you put something on?" she?d ask me.
"Noooo...Grandma," I?d reply slowly. "That was you."
Then somehow she set the bed on fire with the heating pad
and it Just Wasn?t Funny anymore.
Her mental confusion progressed rapidly after that. No longer able to tell
Day from Night, Grandma would get dressed at 8pm and wait eagerly by
the door, often for an hour or more, for the bus to come take her to
the Senior Center. Learning that it was night time, she'd cry in frustration.
Grandma's Alzheimer's still has it's ludicrous moments though;
moments when you don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Two months ago, at the very end of Grandma's lucidness,
she told my mother:
"If I have to eat I'm moving out!"
and packed all her stuff in a bag.
As I painfully watched my Grandma being led by the hand like a small child,
shuffling a half-inch at a time, the Muslim sister to my left said:
"I thank God every day I?m well, I?m not on medicine or anything,
?cause who would take care of me? I don?t have any girls; all I have are sons."
I thank God, too.
Because my grandma is living out her twilight years surrounded by family
and not in some home.
She might not always know who they are or even where she is.
But her Spirit-man knows she?s loved.
God Bless You, Doris Enid Stout.
Cause God knows I love you.
The woman of the hour next to my brother Guy. My son Ali, known professionally as
ATL Rapper Papi Hey is in the background.
Just SOME of my many kids, grandkids and their spouses
|Posted on June 5, 2008 at 10:10 AM||comments (1)|
Just finished reading Passin by Karen E. Quinones Miller.
WOW. What a ride. I mean: What a Great Book.
I loved the character Shanika, and even though I didn't agree with her choices,
I felt for her strongly.
Her situation was believable and very very real, but:
Do people really Pass anymore???
Those of you who've checked out my blog Light Skinned Party??? or seen my web posts know that Obie, one of the main characters in my book This Ain't No Hearts and Flowers Love Story (buy it here) struggles with the same skin color issues as Shanika. EXCEPT:
Obie refuses to Pass.
What most of you probably don't know is:
I have a son who is Passing.
Yes. It's true. He lives an All White life in an All White neighborhood with his All White girl and his All White friends and teaches History at an All White school.
And you thought Passing was an Old School phenomenon.
It's not his fault really; people can be so cruel. When he was a kid the Spanish people in our neighborhood told him his White behind couldn't possibly have come out of my Negro butt so he Must Be Adopted. He asked his brothers and sisters and they said: Yes, we found you in a garbage can.
I think he's been waiting for his White Parents to come and take him away ever since.
I actually have two blonde haired hazel eyed children white enough to Pass.
Like Obie, my seventeen year old daughter Madonna Starr cherishes her Black Identity and wouldn't give it up for the world.
"Besides," she tells me, "Something about my face always makes White people ask: What are you?!"
It's not your face, dear; believe me. It's the Ghetto Superstar hair styles that scream: "I'm Straight From The 'Hood." How do I know??!!! When she was young I used to "pass" (sorry--I couldn't resist) around her school/team pictures and play Find The Black Girl In This Picture.
Madonna told me something else, too.
She told me when she's with her brother...
She Passes too.
"People just assume we're White and I go along with it."
Going Along With It means, when they step into a restaurant the servers make a bee line in their direction in order to seat them, often ignoring other patrons who clearly have been waiting a while.
Does Passing still exist?
Are people Out There Passing yet denying it to their friends/families?
Are they Passing outright even?
Or are my kids simply Retro Throwbacks from a Bye Gone Era?
Let a Sista Know.
|Posted on June 5, 2008 at 9:52 AM||comments (0)|
(This is the excerpt that started a Crapstorm of Controversy when I first posted it. [First a word from Princess] "Obie; some crazy chick is tryna slash yo' tires," Malcolm rushes in screaming.
(This is the excerpt that started a Crapstorm of Controversy when I first posted it.
[First a word from Princess]
"Obie; some crazy chick is tryna slash yo' tires," Malcolm rushes in screaming.
After all that's happened I'll be damned if I get up to get the door.
[And now a word from Obie...]
A courier from D&G delivers me and Princess's Prom outfits.
Only A Princess.
(c) 2007 Brooklyn Darkchild
|Posted on June 5, 2008 at 9:26 AM||comments (0)|
(An excerpt from This Ain't No Hearts and Flowers Love Story)
As Obie said, Light Skinned Ain't No Party, but for Princess,
We pick up a few things at the supermarket that really
The doorbell is ringing again.
I guess that's what he calls himself doing, anyway;
Nikki comes strolling in with her sisters; I haven't seen her since Europe.
I'm not putting up with this shit;
(c) 2007 Brooklyn Darkchild
Like the story?
|Posted on June 5, 2008 at 9:09 AM||comments (0)|
(An excerpt from This Ain't No Hearts and Flowers Love Story)
Light skinned ain't always a party,
This Jam would not a been Complete if the weather wasn't disgustin in Canada.
Tired a my grousin, the next morning the Director lashes out at me.
By the weekend four Black faces was added to the cast and they let Hood braid his hair.
(c) 2007 Brooklyn Darkchild