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is black still beautiful?

Lets see what kind of attention this one gets.

Afternoon conversation with my lovely lady friend assata. She asked me a question.

and this is what was made out of it.

for those who dont know, i am very into my african american culture. i am NOT prejudice one bit. some topics i just feel strongly about. so dont take offence. :)

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Assata Harris: Question.

Yoshi Progetto: I'll have a answer...

Assata Harris: Defintion of black. Color, race . Everything

Yoshi Progetto: Black is the combinition of knowledge. when you mixed every color together. you get black. when you mixed fruits of labor, the color u get is black. when you have completed a days worth of work, the night falls into a black sky of completion. in the greek roman days, The light skys were evil, the gods and goddess of roman culture cherished the heavens above the blue sky's. which they roamed in the darkness.

Yoshi Progetto: when it comes to color and race, black people are the most beautiful in my perception i mean look at caucasians and mexicans and asians and what not

Yoshi Progetto: caucasians, have this pale lightness about them. no color. nothing, just blank. there arent many differences in complexion within the race. were as african (americans) have so many difference complexions, can be as light as a slave master, and other as dark as kunta kente. as for caucasians....some wish to be darker, if its not light.its dark, conclusion, they Tan to become a step closer to darker. BUT. dark is evil right? cause that's all black people are, Darker human beings.

Yoshi Progetto: race is only seprated in color.

Yoshi Progetto: color.like the crayola boxes. started making up colors like pink panties and blueberry blue.Girl, what happened to black white red orange blue purple yellow green?

Yoshi Progetto: simplicity.

Yoshi Progetto: how much did your mother brain wash u? did she buy you the 24 pack of crayola crayons, or did your mother keep you basic (the best way) by keeping you with the simple 8 pack.? the 24 pack begans to hypnotise your mind into seeing differences between the same colors

Yoshi Progetto: so now you have 5 different red and 8 greens ...you even have Light black

Yoshi Progetto: O_O naaah, its all quit simple. when u color. the outline of the picture your coloring is Black.

Assata Harris: Sigh.

Yoshi Progetto: use the white crayon, and nothing appears.

Yoshi Progetto: until u add another color, which only lowers the quality of the orignal color in the first place.(if u mixed the red crayon with the red crayon you get pink. something different)

Yoshi Progetto: I say this to say. the outline to whites success back in the salvery was thru blacks. black people croped, and cleaned, and cooked. White people didnt know how to do any of that shit. we were the intelligent species oppressed! The slave masters said it themselves. if a colored learned to read, it would be very dangerous. and Mr.Fredrick douglas learned to read and write and look what happened. he was smart enough to teach himself! and when gained knowledged that was withheld from him in the first place, he became depressed because now he knew of the whites and how much strength they took to oppress the colored, and without feeling superior above colors, he knew that white people would be lower class and lost...more then the niggers already was.

Yoshi Progetto: you see, caucasians has fed off of other races to gain success for years, going back to slavery and the indians. the romaians.

Assata Harris: Keep going.

Assata Harris: Im almost there

Yoshi Progetto: the minority will always be a step higher then caucasians. but like u sed. since they work so hard to oppress the minority, they keep us down and steal our success and get the trophey while we sit back out of breath, cause we have ran the entire race and gave them the prize to chrish forever more.

Yoshi Progetto: our minds are made up into index cards (some have more index cards then others but whatever. lol)

Yoshi Progetto: index cards. is our minds

Yoshi Progetto: and at the top of that index card

Yoshi Progetto: is a word on top and on those lines, are the categories in which we put the top word in.

Yoshi Progetto: so when we see a lion; boom. in the L section of our organized index mind frame.we see a list. fury,claws.teeth.4 legs.300 pounds. and like we're giving a speech using index cards, we declare this object in front of us..LION! cause thats what the index card says...but if we see an Obino (sp?) lion with 3 legs and no claws, missing teeth and only weighs 150 pounds.this muthafucka is not a lion.
Yoshi Progetto: just cause it looks different then what our orignal perception of a lion is... it doesn't change the object we see, because its not what were use to.

Yoshi Progetto: I say this to say...people underestimate african americans because we aren't built in the structure of knowlegde that niggas is use to.

Assata Harris: Go on.

Yoshi Progetto: me and my best friend avery, went to school three times a week jr. year. and scored 2000+ on our SAT's

Yoshi Progetto: just cause we aren't white, and don't study half as much, don't have mother & father in our homes... don't mean that we aren't apart of the Lion Species,you know?

Yoshi Progetto: There's no Lion that's the LIONEST!

Yoshi Progetto: nah, we're all lions. just look different is all

Yoshi Progetto: blah blah blah blah

Yoshi Progetto: ok. I'm done.

Assata Harris: You are my lionesta.

Yoshi Progetto: :) gladly.

Venus Vixen

I've discovered a Venus Vixen over myspace dot com
& this would be the most interesting default
I've come across by far
Profound sense of imagery
holds the ability to express lyrically
Set aside the thoughts of "just another friend request"
and indulge in my cyber chemistry
Meet me on mars
and engage yourself in intellectual intimacy
we can smoke blunts and watch the earth rise.
carve our names in the planet sand
& converse every fact with held in our minds.
Late night cyber gazing
I've come across a Venus Vixen
Such a creature undiscovered on planet mars
A blemish undetected: an urben exotica at large
not to mention...
possess the mind of a complex question mark
which seems to be a reflection of mines
The young Martian joins me on mars for a second time
and absorbs my world like music a rhyme
penetrate my thoughts with a day dream i cant define
come with me to mars lovely Martian
come natural, in the sense, you are the most divine

Heart Beat.

Incompetent to your desires.
Dagger my heart with your thrash of sin.
From your lips to mines.to the hearts of many men.
Collaborate the onomatopoeia of our chest thumps.
bump.
In rhythm.We love as one.
thump.thump.
Until an unset heart beat; threw yours off rhythm.
thump.CLUMP.thump
Leaven the only heart i have to beat alone.
as one. not whole.
When I've come so comfortable to matching yours. & now yours i long.
My ear act as a stethoscope and uncover your layers of love.
Despite The layers of distraught. Morality and plan discomfort of forth coming...
Your heart beat is the only melody I've been humming.
Slow dance with my arms wrapped around myself.
close my eyes & wipe my tears. and in the horizon your there to help.
Silence in graze. Cause we have the same tune in our hearts.
As if our every step had been marked.
swift so lovingly. together

thump.CLUMP.thump


I wouldn't let god take you away from me if he called for your beauty today.
So what makes you consider that I'm letting you go so simply to the devil and left to be hazed?
No sweetheart. Its only a phase.
Only way I'll ever forget you is if i caught a case of Amnesia.
But even then. If you told me we were once lovers.
Your beauty would reassure me. Falling in love with you would be the procedure.
Even if i were cast to another planet.In a world unknown.
I'd somehow find you, on a journey prolonged.
and fall in love with you in a different language.
If i died today.
I'd give you wings so you could come and visit me in your dreams.


You are Still the actress to my perfect Love Tale.
The image in every word. of every love song.
You'll always be my first love.
with layers of Fatigue raisin Prestige...
how could i let you slip through my sugar scented fingers? [smirk]



With all this love. I'll let you go.
& i hope i can draw the perfect map. To redirect myself to your heart.
Until then. Leave me here to suffocate softly.
My Love for you wont allow me to reguide my foot steps to another love.
I'll wait for you.
as long as you do too.
thumb.CLUMP.thump.

16 Bars Of Coke

Tell me can you identify the black lies in the straight white crack lines
Sniffed up through you finger-tips
And stored inside of your memory of vocals/
Identify the cooperated drug dealers/ using/ drug lyrics/ to sell their/ Drug Music
The cooperation Divide’s 16 bars into/ 3 simple sections
Drugs. Sex. And Money
4 kids put together 4 dollars / Multiply there 4 by 4
To hear that/ 16 bar poison poem/
Divide yo childs mind into 3 complex sections /
Drugs.Sex and money
Flip verses only to poison the young heads
By explaining how they/ smoke acres of weed/ flaunt they bling
Hold they dicks and/ and rap on how they/
Load they nines and/
Throw some d’s on that bitch/
And/ by age nine../ ma brotha knew every single line
You see. Big time cooperation’s realized/that/with time/ their code name for crack/
Would be identified/ and harmonized off the lips/ of/ every child under the age of 12
Hypnotized my generation into thinking/
In order to be the shit/ you gotta be a pimp/to that/ white girl. white girl.
Man/ Believe`n in every word they favorite rapper told them so
My future black business men trade in there books for coke/
Trade in their skateboards for crome/
Thinking education can wait for so long/cause
TRUTH IS.
Selling coke/ keeps the lights on/
And /Learning something real is much harder then becoming addicted to something new/
Addiction gives the weak something to do/
…when there bored./
and you see/
Music/ is much more addicting then weed/
so when parents try to find the reasons why they children is so demonized/
they doing drugs and haven sex/ buying nines and nothing less/
they cant find the reason why/ cause its stored in their childs mind/
thats where the demonized lyrics of music lives/
no telling what kindda lyrics they is./
you see you got rap telling kids to slap they bitches/
and rock telling you to slap yo mama /
and all that together drugs of the drama/
everyone is tryna grow up to be dope.!/
but the dope boys aint on the corner no mo
they in the studio/laying down a dope 16 bar study guide /
JUST to Guide/ ma niggahs behind bars/
whitney said crack is wack so they cant go back to the block/
when theres no one there to cop the rocks
Damn RAp music!
took ma poets and transformed them into rappers
Trade they souls for G's
Signed ma niggahs to Death Row and forgot all about youth speaks
Man./ ma nigga's forgot about the true hip hop days/
forgot about they flow sessions in the pissy project hallways/
Big chains/to determine just how big they pride was/
silence creeps in them brown-stone hallways where god sent his blessings down in lyrical sound waves./
sending messages to teach us thru our fingers/
but now/ that hallway/ has been transformed into the white mans buisness office/
where he calls up ma niggahs and give them bogus rap offers./
and every once in a while that white man can still smell the piss that lingers./
can still hear the vocals written from out fingers/
hip-hop is not dead.
rap music was just born/
cause wen niggahs go from not haven to getting/
its a money thanksgiving./
cause as soon as ma nigga make it/
they get themselves a limo complete with a white driver/
just to drive them down the wrong direction of false dreams/
and/ liven the life of exstacy and paper chasen/money makin.booty shaking/
white girls on the side of there main squeeze/
love to hear the crowd scream/they name
and
all because once apon a time they favorite rapper told them so./
and when that limo takes them to they final destination
they see they at the end/and cant think of one thang postive to say
when/ its there time to say goodbye/
after spitting 16 bars of coke to young kids/
and/
rapping about they 16 bars of straight white crack lines.
then thats when ma niggas can finally identify
ever last Black Lie they've cried.

Year of the Lo---homosexual?

dont lie.

o7 was the year of the Gays. it seems as if every girl i once knew was bicurous or some ridiculous shit like that. girls that were in middle school were posting bisexual on there myspaces and these studs. oh em geeee. were growing out of control. The rainbow kids were horrid. it was like rainbow was the new gucci; i swear girls had the rainbow earrings.the rainbow belt,the shoelaces the undieeees. hats, shirts, head bands,scruchies, man the list could go on. and the sad thing about it is, they'd wear all the items listed above all at the same time. noooo good. thats a definitely a fashion FUCK NO!

i feel as tho, when you are TRUELY homosexual and its not because of the phase; you dont have to go around flauting with rainbow attire and when someone approches you "hey whats your name?" MY NAME IS SO & SO AND IM GAY! no. thats not what it is. i feel like an real homosexual does not have to convince the world. Power lesbians i guess you can call them. Or just secure people. hm. maybe. no need to convience someone that your something that you ARE.

am i right? or wrong. tell me im wrong. i'll just prove YOU wrong again.

but im just saying. When your comfortable in your skin theres no need to convience or overly flaunt the image that you are TRYING to pretray. its getting pretty ridiculous if you ask me.

its a lifestyle not something to just try cause its the new trend. ew.

thats soooo wack.

be yourselves kids. you'll live life alot easier.

....but im just saying.

brittney spears up in this hoe.

sometimes you have to say.

FUCK IT.

[excuse my french.]

But i dont care if brittney spears was sniffing coke on stage. i would still love her. she did get wack out on us there for a second.

it started out with the kiss on stage with madonna. oh em geee. is she gay?

WHO CARES.

then she stole star man. lol. personally i thought that was kida...hmmm.funny/sad. ha. i mean, geesh. if your man is able to be snatched, he aint worth having.right?

but then she started doing drugs and shaved her hair and i was like aawww. brittneeey.come on now.

but i wont even front, i was still on demand watching her videos. i downloaded her CD and it was awesomeeee.so i went to target and bought it.

you know. i think sometimes the media puts a persons bad traits in the media so much more then the good.

you never seen pics of her feeding her children. but you'll see a pic of her driving and the baby crying in the back.

you never saw britt when she was dressed nicely doing something.

you only saw her drunk after the club.

grrrrh. you go in the club nice and come out drunk sometimes. geeeesh.get over it.

they made such a big ordeal of her going in the bathroom with no shoes (even tho that is pretty gross) but poeple we're definitely ODing on her status.

on her nutssss.

when she won those awards on the VMA's i was hype as hell.

like [solider boy voice] ymmmmm. brittney spear up in this hoe.