Life on Earth

Not Everyone

Think About It

You Only Die Once

We talk about life and how it is better to do something now rather than leave it until later because of YOLO.

But the truth is, you only die once!

You can love and become destroyed all within the same relationship.

A lack of consistency with earnings can push you into a lane riddled with broken glass, and you’ll stop walking because the end result is not worth the pain, especially as there is no guarantee of a better ending than where you currently stand.

Tears are temporary and dangerously futile – I cried over heartbreak, and my heart crumbled even more.

Who am I to ask for more when life suggests I need less until I fade away to nothingness.

Why are you waiting for something to happen for you to progress? Or rather, why don’t you trust that you are more than capable of committing to your goals and surpassing them.

Or maybe you are vanishing into the grey mist of confusion, and before you know it, you’re 84 and taking a leap into life.

Real Talk

#Facts

A Statement

Womb Justice

‘Where’s your kids at? I have mine. Time is ticking.’ – known imbecile

Gone are the days that people are proud of you for all you’ve accomplished, starting from the pits of society. Don’t seek them as they’ve been eradicated.

My credentials are visible to those that wish to see them. I’m not a foghorn or a viral social media post. I’m Unique.

I’ve spent a lot of time focused on my interests. I’m assigning large quantities of time to my creative pursuit. Makes no difference in the eyes of a known individual who recently mocked my womb.

A womb that is ageing with each passing year, ridiculed for not yet producing offspring. *Don’t take a moment to see if a woman is medically okay!

Air your deep thoughts during a discussion about facilities in a household that is not shared. They felt it was fair to desecrate on my womb credentials – ‘time is ticking.’

There are some people throughout my life that I’ve stepped back from and stopped talking to. The cut-off. The known individual has been added to this category of ignorance.

No woman should be made to feel inadequate based on the thoughts of an ignorant form of existing life.

No woman should be made to feel useless because their womb has yet to bare seeds.

No woman’s education should be discarded because known individuals believe women belong in the kitchen and caring for children.

No woman should have to experience the levels of disrespect that I recently went through.

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To the known individual,

Your comments shot through my existence ten-fold. I’ll never forgive your ignorance.

The fact you feel your docile mind has any room in the world to comment on any womb is beyond me.

Your current partner has a womb.

Your daughter has a womb.

Will you impose the same taunts onto them?

I wonder if your role was reversed and you experience the nightmares many women face. If you’ll still make scornful comments.

I’ll never forgive your Incomprehension on mindfulness and basic respect.

Always remember your comments and do express them to your partner and your daughter if ever they face similar womb trials and tribulations.

I believe in equality and fairness.

Don’t stop being sexist on account of my womb.

Regards,

Unique

Throw Money

At the bitch who acts like she knows shit but needs you to survive.

At the one that knows shit but would rather leave you to cry.

At the other, that takes more than they’re due.

At the stank looking one, who claims that they’re looking out for you.

At the people of people who’s people know people in need.

At bricks and mortar because every bitch needs a deed – for free.

At your habits, bad habits, needy fucking issues.

At a box of Kleenex because every dick needs tissues.

Dear Ex-Boyfriend

Dear Ex-Boyfriend,

Thank you for your most recent correspondence.

I appreciate the time you’ve taken to get in touch and express your emotions, by way of the pen.

I’m doing well since we parted ways. I’m progressing nicely through brighter days.

I’ve missed you at night when we used to talk, cry and sing. I’ve missed our connection, built from deep within.

But let’s not forget your actions, the role you played in this. Let’s pay homage to your actions and how that night, was our very last kiss.

I’m not here to make you feel good about yourself, that responsibility lays with you. I’m not here to massage your consciousness when you hurt me that pain cut through. Remember, you decided to do what you did and you enjoyed your life for a minute thereafter. My name isn’t Dr Unique, I’m not your therapist or your point of laughter.

Thank you, Ex-Boyfriend! For doing what you do best – you were weak as fuck when we met and today you’ve since regressed.

I miss your lips.

I miss making love.

I miss playing with you and more than the above.

The notion that we dated will be forgotten over time. The fact that I once blessed you with love, will remain your biggest regret, not mine.

Rest in peace to every moment we created, the second I realised you’re fake! I eliminated memories backdated.

Faded is your new label.

Faded is your mouth sucking my nipples.

Faded is your access to my life.

Ex-Boyfriend, one thing I must include…having two was too much, excluding number one was awfully rude.

No, I do not wish you well.

I do not wish you good health.

I do not wish you a happy future.

I affirm all the above upon myself.

Ex-Boyfriend,

I hope your soul burns eternally while your heartbeats in this life.

I hope your soul continues to burn through, long after the moment you die.

Love in abundance,

Unique

White Man’z World – Tupac Shakur

“You go bustin’ your fist against a stone wall,
you’re not usin’ your brain. That’s what the white man wants you to do.
Look at you! What makes you ashamed of bein black?”
(Nothin’ but love for you my sister)
Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
Bein’ a woman, a black woman at that? (no doubt)
Shit – in this white man’s world
Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin hard on our sisters
We don’t be knowin the pain we be causin’ (in this white man’s world)
In this white man’s world, I ain’t sayin’ I’m innocent in all this
I’m just sayin (in this white man’s world)
This song is for y’all

For all those times that I messed up or we messed up

Dear sister, got me twisted up in prison I miss ya
Cryin’ lookin’ at my niece’s and my newphew’s picture
They say don’t let this cruel world get ya, kinda suspicious
Swearin’ one day you might leave me, for somebody that’s richer
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin’ love letters; late night, locked down and quiet
If brothers don’t receive they mail best believe we riot
Eatin’ Jack-Mack ? starin’ at walls of silence
Inside this cage where they captured all my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
Apologizes to my true sisters; far from bitches
Help me raise my black nation reparations are due, it’s true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born black in this white man’s world – and all I heard was Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone’s blind
And where to go, no matter how far I’ll find
To let you know, that you’re not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born black, in this white man’s world (no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man’s world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain’t nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin’ doubt)

Bein’ born with less I must confess only adds on to the stress
Two gunshots to my homie’s head, died in his vest
Shot him to death and left him bleedin’ for his family to see
I pass his casket gently askin, is there heaven for G’s?
My homeboy’s doin life, his baby momma be stressin’
Sheddin’ tears when her son, finally ask that questions
Where my daddy at? Mama why we live so poor?
Why you cryin? Heard you late night through my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama? Why they keep on callin’ me nigga?
Get my weight up with my hate and pay ’em back when I’m bigger
And still thuggin in this jail cell, missin’ my block
Hearin brothers screamin’ all night, wishin’ they’d stop
Proud to be black but why we act like we don’t love ourselves
Don’t look around busta (you sucka) check yourselves

Know what it MEANS to be black, whether a man or girl
We still strugglin’, in this white man’s world

So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
Not gon’ cry, why should I care
Like we holdin’ on to lost love that’s no longer there
Can you please help me, God bless me please keep my seeds healthy
Makin’ all my enemies bleed while my G’s wealthy
Hopin’ they bury me with ammunition’s, weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven, ain’t no G’s hell
Sister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
I know I’ll change if you help me, but don’t fall apart
Rest in peace to Latasha, Lil’ Yummy, and Kato
Too much for this cold world to take – ended up bein fatal
Every women in America, especially black
Bear with me, can’t you see, that we under attack
I never meant to cause drama, to my sister and mama
Hope we make it, to better times, in this white man’s world

Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone’s blind
And where to go, no matter how far I’ll find
To let you know, that you’re not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born black, in this white man’s world (no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man’s world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain’t nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin’ doubt)Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone’s blind
And where to go, no matter how far I’ll find
To let you know, that you’re not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born black, in this white man’s world (no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man’s world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain’t nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin’ doubt)Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone’s blind
And where to go, no matter how far I’ll find
To let you know, that you’re not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born black, in this white man’s world (no doubt)
(All my ghetto motherfuckers be proud to be black and be proud)
All my little black seeds, born black in this white man’s world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain’t nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin’ doubt)”You’re out of touch with reality!
There are a few of you in a few smoke filled rooms ? that
The mainstream wound up masses of the people
White and black, red yellow, and, and brown
? invulnerable are suffering, in this nation.”Remember that, in this white man’s world, they can’t stop us
We’ve been here all this time they ain’t took us out
They can never take us out
No matter what they say, about us bein extinct
About us being endangered species, we ain’t never gon’ leave this
We ain’t never gon’ walk off this planet, unless y’all choose to
Use your brain, use your brain
It ain’t them that’s killin’ us it’s US that’s killin’ us
It ain’t them that’s knockin’ us off, it’s US that’s knockin’ us off
I’m tellin’ you better watch it, or be a victim
Be a victim, in this white man’s world,
? born black, in this white man’s world, no doubt
And it’s dedicated to my motherfuckin teachers
Mutulu Shakur, Geronimo Pratt, Mumia Abu Jamal
Sekou Odinga, all the real O.G.’s, we out

The seal, and the constitution, reflect the thinking
Of the founding fathers, that this was, to be a nation
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the
Burden bearers, for the real citizens of this nation.