dimanche, novembre 07, 2004

It's only just begun...

Jacked from b-boys and b-girls but not supplanted from its classic status, this song, these 4 words are the story of my whirlwhind life.

I'm a late bloomer. You would never be able to tell. Fronting is a way of life. I walk around confidently lost a lot. It's just a little game I play with the world, perception, assumption and all that jazz. 23 years into life and it feels like it has just begun. The nature of the gift of life I guess is infinite beginnings and infinite possibilities. Every other city I go it's a new start, new friends, new everything and a when it comes down to it a new me: a little more open, a little less afraid and eternally grateful to be here.

So greetings people! She Real Cool is powered by my oddly wired brain in an obtuse hard head in a brown gemini body.

Be Well! Jah

But before you go check out these wise words from my beloved, the late poet Gwendolyn Brooks:


THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.



We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

~Gwendolyn Brooks