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The One Who Smelled it Dealt it

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Politics, Self Improvement, Video on October 3, 2018 at 5:35 am
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Unbearable.

I remember that saying from the early days of being a child.
It was the going-response when a foul smell was on the prowl.

The phrase was used to halt suspicion; a verbal deflection from the smell emitter.
Still, it didn’t deter the gas that came to pass; farters aren’t quitters.

But farters are the ones who deal the gas,
then they announce the funk followed by a weak laugh.

The laugh ends with them saying, “It wasn’t me.”
To farters, the attempt to deflect is always key.

The air is assaulted and all of their peers realize quick–
It’s so obvious that the one who smelled it dealt it.

This phrase is re-emerging and I am not a child.
Kavanaugh assaulting women and being offended at the recollection is wild.
He cries foul.

Any chance that you saw SNL?
Matt Damon to the coffin was the nail:

The prez bragged about grabbing women by the “P,”
then defends Kavanaugh’s innocence; wanting me to believe.

He’s crying foul for the farting child because he smells a lot like him.
If the Judiciary man-pack can’t see past their scrotum sacks
our justice system is gravely grim.

Are you still praying to God for a situational hem? I am.
Because when it comes to respecting women, America doesn’t give a damn.

They” are not alone in their actions, take a look around the world.
A lying male child is worth your while; to hell with an honest girl.

Do I take it personally? Yes, I do, just a little bit.
I’m like Janet Jackson – cock-eyed biases make me sick.

Get this right America, or that smell will lay claim to your ass,
I’m Qui
and America’s lack of wisdom is comparable to dirty-booty gas.

You think respecting women equally will unleash some kind of hell?
Consider that more women are voting for women to avoid sack smell.

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Monday’s Start

In Communication, Griot, News, Self Improvement on September 24, 2018 at 7:48 am

happy-monday-cats-washing-clothesSo we pick back up from last week.
I love Mondays. A good start is key.

I went to bed early and got up relatively late.
I have quite a bit of production pending on my plate.

How are you, sweetheart? And what have you got up today?
I’ve got shot editing first.. later on, I intend to play.

Work is a necessity. What’s life if it’s not productive?
As far as it goes for folk with self-esteem lows –
Lift up! Tell the lows to ‘suck-it.

Folk who are not high on life will be a drag on you.
On this Monday’s Start avoid all lows in your view.

Life is new again! I’m in it for the lovin.’
I’ve been working Premier Pro and FCPX like it ain’t nothin.’

These are film editing tools that I use;
my knowledge capacity is experiencing a boom!
You should see what I’m doing in Photoshop and Lightroom.
I’m on the uptake! Vroom-vroom! Vroom-vroom!

Today will be a productive party and I will duly play.
I won’t be out in the streets dear sweet, but in the editing bay.

Shout-out to BIG LEO! Thanks for stopping by and ruling the spotlight.
Big Leo is a distinguished man, an Intel friend whose DNA is reel-nice.

I shot a silent film this weekend; there were no words.
Big Leo came in with eyebrows and grins
allowing scripted intentions to be heard.

Thank you for that!
I do love those Leo cats!

I may be a wee bit bias in my heart –
I, too am a Leo and I love a good Monday’s Start.

Today will find me editing footage and framing a view.
Today will also find me watching, thinking and writing about you.

I’m an observative soul; it’s what I do.
I see that the Kavanaugh’s situation is still on the brew.

God bless the man who disrespects and chooses not to recall.
A woman here, a woman there — Kavanaugh’s confirmation is on the stall.

I’m sure it’s an unsettling feeling to be in his position.
The same should be said for the women forced to come forward to mention…

Keep in mind
that justice is just acting blind.

And that’s fine because incivility is nothing new; society plays its part.
The truth won’t be buried, so let us not be in too much of a hurry
on this revealing Monday’s Start.

Above all, be mindful and productive and melee won’t be able to find you.
I’m Qui
Good Morning to thee, let goodness and truth be the force that binds you.

Today is a great day to play it smart.
Opportunity abounds in every Monday’s Start.
Play your part.

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.