being a hatah

you may have noticed, that generally speaking, i portray the world of nyc poetry as very gumdrops & rainbows. it’s not. i just choose to highlight the parts that i find positive and uplifting. in short ebonics– no hate.

that may have to do with my policy of not talinkg shit behind people’s back. if i cant say it to their own mug, i wont lay it out here. thats some punk shit and i aint having it. my last journal outlined a wonderful converstion i had with, harvey, and how i told harvey he was dead wrong on his viewpoint of poetry, nyc spoken word and me.

now, i may have to put some other fool in their place.

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