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NEWS PERUSE – What Happened in High School

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on September 17, 2018 at 6:52 am

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Well hello, dear Monday! Where have you been?
Congress seems on par for letting Kavanaugh in.

But not one recollective minute before —
we hear the watermarks of Christine Blasey-Ford.

When Christine and Brett Kavanaugh were in high school,
she alleges that Bret attempted to rape her; life uncool.

She’s talking in detail and laying it on the line.
Christine delivered her written account to Diane Feinstein.

That was in July.
Kavanaugh’s life to Christine is a lie.

Many women are empathetic to Christine and her watermarked view.
Unfortunately, when I was in high school, it happened to me too.

It was lunch break and I hopped a ride with a male classmate
who was pretty good looking, popular and in no need of a date.

I was popular too – a writer, rapper, and drill team dancer.
After returning to campus from lunch – he became a creepy chancer.

In his savvy sports car, he locked the doors
and unzipped his pants for a “girl-handy” score.

I asked what he was doing and to please unlock the door.
I asked him thrice, but he wasn’t listening anymore.

He was in pursuit to get me to touch his lap,
instead, I balled up my fist and give his lip a bap!

He hit me back and we begin to fight inside of his two-seater.
He struggled to unlock my door after a few minutes of me being “the beater.”

I ran inside of the school and at the first pay phone, I called my dad.
He told me to report it to the office unless I already had.

I went to the office; I was just 16 and in the 11th grade
and the female principle didn’t believe what I had to say.

She blamed me for being good looking and dressing nice,
and implied that I wanted “it” and that next time I’ll think twice.

Good Lord! Her brutal summation wasn’t right, and she seemed so mad.
The female principle gave me a pass to get over this and on to class.

I did go to class, but the feelings of being a prey did not stop.
About 30-minutes later, I hear my dad going-at-it with the cops.

Dad left his job after I hung up and came straight to my high school.
Campus monitors allowed him site access because he was a cool dude.

Dad inquired about the male student’s name that I had told him about.
They pointed my dad to his class and dad asked the student to come out.

The male student did.
That’s when I heard the cops trying to corral my dad’s wig.

The noise rang out from the corridors; rage was the pressing margin.
The cops came to my class and asked me if I’d like to press charges?

The attempt to rape a child is not a passe thing,
especially since the male classmate was already 18.

The scene got real serious; dad, the cops and the boy were standing by.
I was told to repeat the incident minute-by-minute, miss nothing, and don’t lie.

I did. I retold the tale in detail and I was not coy.
The Miranda rights came out and they began to arrest the boy.

My dad took me aside and into another room
and told me that he was there for me while chaos and uncertainty loomed.

I told my dad that I didn’t know what to do.
I just wanted to be respected; validate my truths.

Dad concurred and heard out every word that I had to say.
He explained the male teenager’s behavior, and how charges come to stay.

He left it up to me, to send the classmate to the clinger or not.
I chose to let this be a warning, they uncuffed the popular snot.

Teary-eyed with so much to lose, he never bothered me again.
I saw him a decade after graduation and his aura reflected the sin.

I don’t think he ever did such a thing again. Forcing intimacy is lame.
Plus when I saw him in the store a decade later he hung his head in shame.

I am not mad at him anymore, and it looks like his lip went down too,
I’m Qui
and Kavanaugh isn’t supreme at all if any of what Christine said is true.

 

When your truth is too true

In Communication, Griot, Movies, Networking, News, Self Improvement, Video on September 12, 2018 at 4:11 am

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FACT: The title of this piece was provided by a person who was self-evaluating. And no, the person was not me.

Brutally honest folks who mean well should consider the following information before each honest delivery:

“Truth and honesty without compassion is brutality.”

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I suppose I should know,
I’m an honesty-wielding Leo.

Yessir, and yes ma’am, -I’m confessing to you kinfolk:
with retrospection and honesty, I can impale another’s throat.

I often preface  though, “the following won’t be pretty, but it is honest reality…”
Often times the receiver is their best amen choir & believer – and may get mad at me.

Everybody wants honesty but not as it pertains to what they (themselves) do.
Right?
I cannot nourish your plight and recommend A FEW GOOD MEN for movie night –
because “you can’t handle the truth.”

I dig ol’ Bader Ginsburg, Ruth and McKinnon, Kate of SNL.
When it comes to lasting impersonations, Kate brings the judicial hail.

Still, I’ve always known that my most honest deliveries could use a little more tact.
I thank my mom for my compassionate heart and my dad for holding nothing back.

I am indeed Redd’s daughter; I am honest and I preface – please do not take offense.
I’m Qui
‘loving the honest quote that I heard on TV. I’m working on me and the quote makes good sense.

What show was I watching? Well, now that’s a good question.
This show is the best yo, it’s called MARRIED TO MEDICINE.

The truth and honesty quote is stronger than an espresso brew.
If you’re not a sugar-coater of truth, does this quote at all apply to you?

Well Rested and Format Tested

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Technology on September 10, 2018 at 4:40 am

euphoriaEvery day for the last two weeks I have been a “reel tenderoni.”
I’ve been courting Phoenix in cinematic bliss,
via my new FS5, Sony.

I have utilized the exposure triangle to capture “the shot.”
Saturday morning I filmed Tempe Lake at the 911 Memorial spot
and I’ve been a little emotional over the footage that I got.

The FS5’s capacity is yielding to be quite hot.
I like the way she reels, I’m beginning to love her, a lot.

I’ve been taking her everywhere that I go.
Passerbyers star in my ‘reeled traffic show.’

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I can’t keep my hands off of her.

Some of which are handed my card during their to and fro.
Good talent is hard to find, you know?

But if you look-the-part and pose for the camera as you pass me
I’m likely to divvy my card with visions of collab’ing on a cash heap.

Art is not cheap so I’m into paying
if the subject is committed to reel slaying.

Though the scenes that I have been shooting as of late have been for school,
I still run QuiFilms where neverending networking is infinitely cool.

I spent the weekend shooting from sun up to sun down.
I’ve been spending the wee hours of every night sleeping rock-solid sound.

It’s a good trade-off.
The hot and dusty atmosphere invokes a cough.

Still, observing Earth’s atmosphere and all who live here truly works for me,
I’m Qui
Good morning baby. See the world through your beautiful lens and make it what you want to be.

Be sure to format your SDXC card before you leave for the day.
Be sure to format your life; this happens when you pray.

 

Lucrative Monday

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on September 3, 2018 at 4:58 am

make-it-rain-money.gifIs it Monday already? When did last week end?
I spent my time scene-shooting and celebrating with friends.

Framing up the future; we were studying dividends. 
I am curious as to what happened to BitcoinsAre they still in?

I am curious as to what is going on
because I want my finances to remain healthy and strong

beyond today and well into tomorrow.
I am interested in disruptors minus the sorrows.

Then there’s always gold.

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Is gold still considered a weighty square?

As with love, in finances is all of it game and is all fair?
I’m just wondering because I want to stack my chips with care.

Monday is a great day to review your portfolio.
Stack today for tomorrow; where whilst thou dollar go?

You know them Leo’s; it takes restraint for them to not shop.
My grandma used to say “keep the money in a safe – your pocket’s are hot.”

She was right and I just might peruse a safe or two real soon.
Though for now, I’m location scouting to see what I can shoot before noon.

Do come with, dear Lucrative Monday. You are a welcoming must in life.
I’m Qui
Up early feeling cinematic and girly – today I’ll focus on natural light.

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Feeling Virgo’ish

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on August 31, 2018 at 3:34 am

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Good morning goodness. How did you slumber?
Me? Like a baby; 40’s my sleep number.

Quick I am to rise today; quick I am to get out into the streets.
For I have four filming assignments in Comp & Visual Design that I must meet.

And shortly thereafter, I will have to edit the scenes and upload them to the student portal.
I’ve been doing the most, “me time” has been ghost; still life is good for a film student mortal.

F5F_Bday2018Today is a day of virtuosity; it is the month of Virgo
and today is the birthday of our beloved Fab5Freddy, yo!

It’s good to know that the years can roll in and not take your youth out.
Heck! That’s what artistic and reel living is really about,

so I’m going to follow Fab5’s lead and stay steady; continue to learn and evolve.
I’m going to enjoy this Friday as another high day and conquer it with dutiful resolves.

The day is waking up nicely from the view of my window.
It’s dark inside, except for my laptop’s light and of course my inner glow.

It’s really good to be alive, yo. Take a deep breath and say a prayer.
Then walk outside and face life with every intention to care.

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Follow through;
They’re good for you.

This day was made for mindful celebrations and it rightfully belongs to the Virgo.
I’m Qui
Good morning thee, reflect virtuosity and make today a beautiful show.

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POWER Devour

In Communication, Griot, Networking, TV Shows on August 27, 2018 at 5:53 am

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A Family Friend is someone most of the members of your family know.
You’ve prefaced their name with aunt or uncle; a respectful show.

Eh, yo, have you been watching that series on STARZ?
The storyline bars none and the deeds done are hard.

My Lord, I watched episode eight on yesterday
and I tell you the shows creator and producers do not play.

Kanan gave up his scripted soul in a shootout with the police
because Tariq was feeling hard; Kanan encourages his beast.

And so he’s given up his last dialogue line.
I don’t expect him resurface in the future this time.

The cops swissed him up while Tariq sat in a squad car and watched.
Tariq-Kanan-Power.jpgThe “hard” in Riq hit the road when he was close to losing his own soul;
Kanan chose not to deliver the fatal drop.

I suppose in the end Kanan really was A Family Friend,
as Tasha and Terry Silver abruptly ends.

Yes. Counselman Terry ran for the hills
returning Tasha’s retainer and any idea of intimate thrills.

That was a pretty cold chill, because Tasha had just told Angela and Ghost
that they can feel free to be together, because Terry Silver loves her most.

She said as much only to go straight over to his place
and find his home empty and without a forwarding trace.
The look on Tasha’s face…

She was going to Terry’s to ask him to lie
and yield testimony to the F.B.I. as her “gun witness” alibi.

He just couldn’t do it.
Ol’ Terry packed it up; his actions said “screw it.”

Keisha-Power.pngKeisha and Tommy are trying to get close…
Tommy is beginning to frequent questioning Ghost.

Ghost and Angela took a revived romp in the hay,
but so did Tasha and Terry, before he ran away.

Terry was almost A Family Friend.
Teresi and Tommy are thin blooded kin.

Teresi has plans with the FBI to turn Tommy in.
Diego is dead. Kanan put one in his head
and Dre is headed to the pen.

Yes-Yes, therein episode eight the writers got quite a bit of exposition in.
Blood doesn’t always act like family and who really, is your friend?

You have to know or else all that is good has the potential to sour.
I’m Qui
chopping it up with thee about yesterdays episodic POWER Devour.

Please tell me that you’re watching this.
It’s that insightful 411 that you don’t want to miss.

 

Not The Same without John McCain

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on August 26, 2018 at 4:31 pm

RichardPryor-MilitarySaluteYesterday Arizona’s beloved John McCain left Cindy, Meghan, six other children, and crossed over. I cried. I suppose I’ve always been a bit sensitive about energy, life, and death and it’s not unlikely that I’ve become even more sensitive to the feelings of others in mourning since the passing of my own Dad, just over a year ago. All the same, I cried. Not just at hearing the news in my Arizona residence, but especially when reading Meghan McCain’s tweet shortly after her father took his final bow:

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She and I have our differences; we party on different terms. It’s true.
But I’ve always respected her POV, even long before THE VIEW.

I knew she was the child of The Maverick; she’s looks a lot like her Dad.
I was able to understand her ‘right, wrong or indifferent’ stance
because of the DNA that she shares.
There’s no rule stating that you have to agree with any human being to truly and genuinely care.

I really do care.
Things won’t be the same now that JM III isn’t here.

He lived a life without fear; one of honesty, integrity and patriotic intent.
He stood his ground in the face of foreign and domestic dog pounds;
resisting bullying from the president.
And his NO vote to repeal healthcare was Heaven sent.

I am going to miss the beloved John McCain, the third.
I never once saw him live in Phoenix, tho his voice was always heard.

A man of honor has exited the scene and has ceased his life role.
I am doleful but understand he wanted to catch that caravan
with Aretha, the Queen of Soul.

Things will not be the same
without Senator John McCain

on the hill or at Cindy’s house.
I’m Qui
and I’m missing him already. With honor and respect I utter his name from my mouth:

JOHN McCAIN
Do you know what his life was really about?

Thursday Word Say

In Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on August 23, 2018 at 2:35 am

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Good morning sweetheart. I don’t have too much to say,
I just thought I’d hit you up with a couple of words for the day

and they are: corroborate and collaborate.
This week, these words are heavily in play.

What doth young Twitter tweet from the hill today?
Any word of Tuesdays verd‘ & confession of 8 in play?

Tuesday was a big day and all day Wednesday I stayed glued
to a variety of stations heralding pro and con relations;
with popcorn, I’ve been watching the tube.

Corroboration means evidence — which is exactly what DC Prosecutors and Michael Cohen have.
Collaboration means working together; comparable to the president and Michael Cohen’s past.

Poor Manafort. He never said a word in his defense.
He’s still wearing a jumpsuit and sitting in prison; hence,

Michael Cohen spoke up quickly;
he waited patiently to tattle intently.

He did so with no immunity deal on the table.
That’s a clue that there’s more than smoke in the admin’s stable —

that ol’ girl is on fire.

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I aspire to be word-savvy today as well as witty in conversation.
I aspire to understand the outs and the ends; I’m about communication.

I’m about at least having a clue about my surroundings.
I’m praying for the hill because mounting news is astounding.

Understand, that we face the possibility of eventually being told
that the 45th Title of U.S. Presidency (via foreign hacking) had been stole.

Yeah. Corroboration and collaboration are shaping things up as I speak,
I’m Qui
Good morning sweetheart. It’s good to commune with you at my start. I pray we’re past the melee of the week.

The situation is pretty deep.

Watch This

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement, TV Shows on August 13, 2018 at 5:50 am

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I watched a variety of shows this weekend, some  of vain and some of glory
but none of them were as real as the realities of HOLLYWOOD LOVE STORY.

Have you seen this series? The Millenials have pains.
God bless them, for they see no shame in being completely vain.

Hollywood Love Story is a 30-minute series that focuses on a real subject who strives by talent or sham
to become super-duper famous online,  tho in particular on Instagram.

There are many different people vying and HLS doesn’t focus on any one style or just one way to do it.
Each documentation reflects crystally clear that our Millennials are saying, “screw it.”

Pipe down and listen hard. Tune into HLS on DirecTV’s Viceland.
I’ve seen 5 episodes so far and it made me want to hold my child’s hands.

Where is their self-esteem?
Who did we raise and what did we mean?

They are who they are and they are here to stay.
How on Earth are we going to help them when they just want a popular face?

How is that going to pay for their independence and their rent?
Tune in to Hollywood Love Story; reality is true and generationally bent.

Webp.net-gifmaker (9).gifThe production is 5-star and Paris Hilton is pretty good at hosting.
The series set-up is reminiscent of The Twilight Zone and Rod Serling.

A little bit. Though it is the stories therein and the character content
that will connect, resonate and educate us.  Hence,
it is a series of 30-minute episodes that has equated to time well spent.
Our future is trying to vent.

Are you watching? Are you interested in understanding?
I’m Qui
and I don’t think the option is ours. This culture is demanding.

You gotta’ WATCH THIS.

 

Regardless of the Talib

In Communication, Griot, Music, Networking, News, Politics, Self Improvement, Video on August 10, 2018 at 12:58 am
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The Talib’s do excellent groundwork

I dig a couple of pretty awesome people whose names sound the same but are spelled differently: Talib Kweli and Rashida Tlaib. I recently became introduced to Rashida Tlaib via her recent news headlines. Rashida is running for Congress in Michigan. You may remember her from being kicked out of the GOP nominations campaign rally in 2016. Rashida said of that event,

“I told Trump that “our children deserve better” and I asked him to provide a better example to our kids. I implored him to read the U.S. Constitution. And then I was grabbed by several security personnel who physically moved me to the exit while I continued to express my concerns.”

She was right and that was two years ago. My, how time flies when you’re making sense of things in the world. It’s certainly no day at the beach but it is a party to and for common sense holders.

Which brings me to the other Talib: Talib Kweli has been holding common sense court on Twitter single-handedly for a little while now. He’s patient in his Twitter tone and delivers ‘aha moments’ wrapped in wisdom.

Any chance that you are following his timeline of inspiring quotes, comments and wisdom notes? Check him out, if only because a little bird told you and then approach doing so with an open mind & heart because Talib Kweli, much like Rashida Tlaib is about unity through understanding your community.

Who wants to live life misunderstood because they had a misunderstanding? It doesn’t make sense, but this jam does:

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The Talib’s are important in any progressive story.
Each in search of unity and less narcissistic glory.

I like them both. They mean business and we need it.
Is diversification necessary? Learn it and heed it.

The world is changing rapidly, still with you in control; you have the power to vote and are still at the helm.
Take notice of who your neighbor is, whose shaping your politics and whose forming the care of your health.

It matters.
Don’t let your good head be scattered.

Get to know The Talib’s. They are your neighbors; they are you and me,
I’m Qui
and there’s some good out there, Regardless of the Talib.