Listen, I honestly dont care what you guys say. I’m from East new York and I am an Artist that host spoken word events at an art gallery called #ArtsEastnewYork on Hegeman Ave this Saturday from 7pm -12am. These men are actually doing a service to the community. They are 24 hour security guards making sure somebody who does not deface an art piece worth millions of dollars because they have nothing better to do on a Saturday. You heard it yourself People pay millions of dollars for his art work. Some people go out of their way to deface it or cover it up. believe our not, they are thinking out of the box and are protecting a neighborhood archive. They are smarter then you think they are, Hood entrepreneurs one might say. You can say what you want, but they are ahead of the curve with revelation. The #HarshReality of the life we live is somebody has to take somebody has to give. @bksmediadivawhat are your thoughts. I would like to see how you way in on the situation. @smocylocs Please people I need you to way in! Especially everyone else who sees this post. Do you agree or disagree? Lets have a conversation on what it means to be an entrepreneurs in this country
Published means you can quote me on what I say,
Each and everyday
The words I say define me
But do not confine me
To be anybody but me.
-Ageless
Early morning thanks
Im thankful that I have what I am looking for in me.
I appreciate God for giving me this opportunity.
Every breath im given reminds me of the borrowed time
Bizzie Monroe Performing @ Swag Open Mic
My Favorite female MC
#THEELASTDEN Where will you be when greatness happens?
There will never be anything like this again in history
Christine Performing @ Swag Open Mic
This performance gives me chills
WET DREAM (POETRY)
I’m imoressed great piece
He made me feel like I was in dream
With a lot of gentle
Mixed with a just enough mean
He touched me softly
And my nibbles arose
He even asked me if he could suck my toes
He was nothing like the last man I choose
He sucked on my nibbles
Like cherries to the seed
I was hungry for this ocean in me to be freed
I rolled over, trying to shift my weight
I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming
It felt like I was in some kind of dream state
He kissed my neck
And he made me moan
He looked in my eyes
Challenging my sensual tone
I tried to get up but he pinned me down
And all I heard was nasty, wet slurping sounds
He had me wet and paralyzed to the bed
His face disappeared and all I saw was his head
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Neon Arts Project #EastNewYorkRenaissance
How will impact your community
Amber amor captivates East New York #SwagOpenMic
moments like this I wouldn’t trade
Post traumatic slaver syndrome – this woman right here is a visionary
Sit back and learn