Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain

Guess What?

I’m currently in bed.

Body covered in coconut oil, toes dipped in avocado oil.

2021 has delivered so much already!

I’m forever thankful.

I feel my beautiful mind expanding.

I’m walking through my destiny.

The next stage is a tough one.

I’ll embrace it. I love my creative nature.

Guess what?

I’m currently in bed.

Salty Saturdays: HER – 13.02.2021

Once my hair fell way past my shoulders.

I never used to think much of it.

One night I stayed over at my aunt’s house.

One night she cut my hair down to 2 inches.

The next morning, she braided it in brown hair extensions and said nothing.

A few weeks later I discovered my hair had been cut.

In my thoughts, I skin her scalp back.

I cut off her forefinger and middle finger.

I clip the corners of her eyes, with a pair of toe scissors.

I sew brown extensions into her scalp and saturate it with oils.

One afternoon I saw her.

One afternoon I heard her horrible voice.

One afternoon I played the fiddle and watched her fall hard.

Her husband had cheated on her and took her money.

Her husband came back to her house.

Today my hair falls past my shoulders.

Today I type and I write my truth.

Today her sins caught up with her and she swirls around endlessly in a deep pool of salt.

Her eyes are burning, and her tongue has fizzled away.

My word, she’s a waste of life.

Malefic Mondays: The Barking Stopped

Once upon a time, a scruffy dog used to bark and bark and bark, all day long.

One night after tossing and turning in bed, the neighbour next door – the one that smiles at the dogs’ owners every day and has never expressed his annoyance about their cute little dog. Took some slices of ham out of his fridge and went quietly into his back garden.

The dog saw him and through the joy of familiarity, wagged his tail excitedly and watched carefully as this friendly man hopped over the fence with some slices of succulent, honey-glazed ham.

The neighbour tossed a slice and the little dog jumped up and caught it.

The neighbour tossed a second slice. Only this slice landed right by the neighbours left foot.

The cheerful (now quiet) but excited dog. Trotted over to the neighbour, and bent down to eat another tasty treat.

The neighbour knelt and looped a cable tie around the dog’s neck.  At first, the dog yelped in horror, but seconds later the little squeals came to an untimely end. The neighbour cut the cable tie, picked up the limp dog and placed him gently into his kennel.

The neighbour hopped back over the fence. Back into his house, into the bathroom to wash his hands and then with a delightful smile across his face, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Salty Saturdays: Reception – 06.02.2021

Reception – 06.02.2021

The reception was about as weak as waiting in the rain at London Victoria coach station.

I thought receptions were about a celebration of some kind, whether that be life, death or like earlier, love? Maybe, I’m not smart enough to comprehend the meaning behind them.

On the menu was a traditional Sunday roast: Chicken, potatoes, carrots and gravy. Only, what we were served was dried out chicken breasts, rock hard potatoes, cold carrots and watered down gravy.

My cold plate was washed out with cold hard objects, they labelled fine dining.

I was seated at a table with a pursed lipped smoker and her ashy fingers. Fingers that kept accidentally brushing my exposed skin and a wrinkled mouth that said, ‘forgive me, love. Your skin is so soft, I use the finest lotions on my own skin, see!’ then reaching out and grasping my hand. I lose count at the third attempt.

Now, I love apple crumble and custard but the crumble was more like a chunky apple sauce, with a crumble dusting. Topped off with cheap, lumpy, piping hot, sugary custard. My stomach was growling and the drinks were tasteless.

The reception was a damp attempt to please the masses.

Pocket

Interesting addition to the clothes I wear.

I add many things to this small, zipped, denim location.

Tissue, paracetamol, lip-balm, eye-drops, hand cream, lemon sherbet drops and a three page letter.

I wrote about 2020.

I transferred pain from my heart, to these pages, to my pocket.

I released everything. Yet, I keep memories folded and close by.

Maybe, they’ll wash away the deeper I stride into this scenic lake.

I’m blessed.

The only thing that matters is my birth.

HE

He fucked the world.

That bitch shed a tear.

He fucked the world and I whispered in the ears of many.

He fucked the world and I never gave any. ‘Fucks that is.’

He fucked the world and blessed them with his fuckeries!

The fuck he came back like, ‘bitch! I’m right here.’

I doused him with petrol and set his soul on fire.

I smiled at his inability to comprehend his fate.

Be around for amusement.

No goodbyes when you fall below standard.

There’s not enough air on this Earth for you to continue.

I fucked up your life and urinated over your death.

I am the angel you prayed for.