I don't know who you are,
Where you are,
What you're doing;
All I know is that
I don't know a thing about you
Yet the thought of you
Destroys me
Every single day;
Tearing at my ribcage, my
Lungs, poking holes in
My skin even though
There'd be nothing to see on
The inside except the
Dust and the way you've
Ruined me.
I paint over the walls
Even as the house crumbles
As others attack, cornering
Others with passion or
Burning plaster with
Laser-hot gazes,
Watchin from afar.
They say love's a fire
But even in its absence
My head burns
Like I've been shoved
Into the witch's oven
Without getting to appreciate
The gingerbread house.
Everyone else's breath
Smells of sugar and spice
And all things nice
Teeth rotting from the sweet
Nothings they tell me about
Their beloveds.
The time will tell adage
Repeats itself to me
Over and over. Sophia Vergara
Said that love's right
Around the corner
But I've been walking
Straight for far too long.

Have you ever just wanted to eat sugar straight from the bag?
To open your mouth wide and pour?
Not stopping for air.
But gasping for more --

Sometimes I have these cravings,
galore --

This world will throw you storms,
Sending shock waves to your knees.

They'll make you taste sugar.
Then watch you as you crumble.

They'll stake their claim.
Decide your name.

Tell you.
You're good.
Just not good enough.

Dreams you hold dear.
Will die out faster than any star.

This world will teach you.
Your blood, sweat and tears.

It's the only way.
You can live to survive.
Just for another day.

In a world that was rigged.
From the day you were born.

This world can be cruel.
That is why it needs you.

To shine the way.
You were always supposed to.

This world will take everything.
So you mustn't give your dreams away.

When they tell you.
To stop looking at the sky.
Do it anyways.

This world ran on dreams.
Long before reality.

When did I fall in Love with Hip-Hop? I remember seeing her, long legs, green eyes, beautiful features. I did not know Hip-Hop like I do now, I wish I had met you sooner. Hip-Hop had me infatuated, I had to get to know her.

Next thing I know Hip-Hop spoke to me and from then I knew I had to pursue Hip-Hop. A couple of days went by, and I finally built up the courage to introduce myself. From then I knew wherever Hip-Hop is, that is where I want to be.
The pursuit was magical still is. I Love the way Hip-Hop made and still makes me feel today. When did I fall in Love with Hip-Hop? In all honesty I don’t know when I fell in Love with Hip-Hop. Maybe it was when I first seen her or going through certain trials and tribulations along the way. I definitely made the choice to Love her with all my heart. No matter the type of Rhythm she has or if she is following the beat of her own, I Love her and everything about her.
Hip-Hop did not give up on me, she gave me more purpose. That was to cherish her forever. Hip-Hop is just right for me. I will Love her music in any era, time, and place. She became my muse for life.
Hip-Hop saved my life in a way that I did not even see coming. Hip-Hop tested me in many ways and helps me understand how to be a man. It taught me the value of time and energy. Hip-Hop gave me a family I always wanted. For that I will always fight for and to protect.

Hip-Hop value is truly beyond words. I want to be able to keep increasing that value. I want to protect and nurture that value. I genuinely appreciate her. I do not want to be scared or hardheaded when it comes to Hip-Hop, I just want to listen to her melody and dance with her soulfully. I would do anything for Hip-Hop, she has my heart. She always has.

No matter what phases Hip-Hop go through I will always Love, listen and dance with her. From the sole of my feet to the top of my head Hip-Hop will always make me peaceful, happy, and grateful.

My mother used to say.
You catch more flies with honey.
Than you do with vinegar.

She never taught me.
That the same principal.
Would apply to men.

Like how they craved affection.
Just as much as they craved sugar.

That their jaws would gnaw.
As they took bites out of my skin.

Causing me to bleed out.
Till I've been drained.
Of everything I ever was.
Or will be.

That this world.
Has taught me.
My pleases and thank yous.

That the sour words.
Have no place in a women's.
Vocabulary.

That sentences like *******.
I don't give a crap.
Get the hell away from me.  

Offends a man's ear.
Just as much as the word no.
No ******* way.

So the next time they order honey.
Give them vinegar instead.

kitchen counter riddled in grey marble
a fragrance of burning wood and candy
solar blessings filtered into linear lines
fruits spread in an ikebana rainbow
a jar of sickly saccharine sugar atop
a syrupy taste lingers in that air

i long to breathe it in once more
that sweet air of my grandma's
house from all these 11,285
kilometres away from home
and ten years from those
first moments of life