Post hearing the news that Michael had passed—
my sunny beginnings inherited an overcast.
Michael was so full of love with the most contagious laugh.
My heart went out to Omarosa — My God, I know she’s sad.
So I pulled out a stack old musical CD’s
in search of a voice that could minister to me.
I sang along (off key) and resounded the love in the air.
I cried as I thought of Omorosa. I cried because I care.
Listening to Erykah Badu lead me to research her as well,
and there I lingered on Google reading about her for a spell.
It was good. It was good.
She’s from my Dallas/Fort Worth hood.
Multiple songs rang out of my CD player
as I read more and more about the mundane life slayer.
Erykah is hardly the one you would call mundane.
The girl is mad talented. Her vocals are insane.
I read of her procreation and watched her music video’s.
She’s got 3 kids by 3 dads — and each union is good as gold.
What a story to be told…
Andre3000 fathered the first in 1997
The little man solidifies their clan
and is respectfully named Seven.
In 2004, she fertilized another intellectuals seed
and gave birth to Puma – daughter of The D.O.C.
In 2009 Erykah birthed another Baduizm star,
fathered by Jay Electronica, they produced baby Mars.
Now normally when you hear that a chick has a lot of baby daddies,
One thinks she is not wise, and her family planning skills are shabby.
But this is not the case of Ms. Erykah Badu.
The woman is wise – the woman spews the truth.
She loved each man, and they loved her back.
But a future with either wasn’t in fates stack.
She’s no video vixen, out to collect child support.
Each man feels blessed to have reaped a Baduizm score.
Each father is involved in their childrens lives.
And Erykah is the bond – @FatBellyBella is wise.
Not only that but every man she procreated with has a mind of gold.
Erykah is rocking game that is not to be told – but definitely to be sold.
Perhaps she should write a book, but in the meantime, I’m jamming the CDs,
Researching Erykah Badu, her love life and her soul rooted seeds.
Doing so certainly brightened my Labor Day with ease.
Ms. Erykah Badu – did minister to me.
Ooo wee – the child is so vocally sweet.
So Labor Day was yesterday and boy did I have fun.
I didn’t eat BBQ or hang with a crew– but I did BOWFLEX & run.
I spent my day playing with my kid – who’s full of teen ideas.
She suggested we go for a run, I went along like ‘no big deal’.
Me? Im not a runner. I wish I were – but never have been.
Though once I passed the 5-mile mark in minutes under 10.
Actually I’m like Paul Ryan, as I totally made that [stat] up.
Me running 2.8 on a treadmill – is more ‘my running sum’.
Getting fit is feeling great!
No BBQ ever touched my plate.
I chilled with fam, we laughed, had fun and played,
And I had a blast reducing my body mass on Labor Day.
The Big Guy said ‘Goodbye’
You must celebrate your best life today.
Sept. 3rd — Michael Duncan passed away.
He was only 54 – so young and so fine.
Getting better with age – a sweet glass of wine.
A strong man, with a strong mind; his taste in women was also smart.
Omarosa was there when he fell-out and CPR jump-started his heart.
Omarosa was his fiance, though barely anyone ever knew.
So while you’re praying for Mikes fam – pray for Omarosa too.
Life is at hand. Celebrate! Celebrate! Celebrate.
Never let the mundane stains cause you stop and wait.
“Time is non-refundable”, says the wise and fit Joe G.
Life is at hand. Live it to the fullest and let others be.
You don’t have time to be worried, about who’s doing what – to who.
Time is promised to no one – you gotta live each moment for you.