Note: IWITP (I Wasn’t In The Pictures) is my spoken word song. If you haven’t heard it, the link is at the bottom of this post. The technological age is really something else. Nearly everything has a digital form now. Online dating, cyberbullying, blogging, vlogging, photo-journalling, and whatnot. And so do the ways our problems […]Read More The Message of #IWITP
I realize a lot of people who follow me on any platform don’t even know what VI Music is. That’s so many levels of not-right! Vision Inspired Music (AKA: VI Music) is the record label I am signed to! Yes, with, like, an actual contract and stuff! LOL. VI Music is actually a collective team of […]Read More What’s VI Music? (You need to know!)
Shattered walls will rise again. I know this, for you are the builder: made of a fabric that paint cannot stain, nor concrete can break, nor wither. You’ve opened your gates: invitations to stay and enjoy you, for those that would bother. Yet guests have delayed, or come in too late, and most have […]Read More A Sonnet for the Queen Bee’s Castle
Note: I wrote this in like February 2015, when I had only just invented the term “lexivism“, and way before Dead By 27. Interesting fact: this is at the back of the same notebook as the first draft of Anti-Indoctrination is in the front of! I’m now posting it because I had a recent conversation with […]Read More Both Cheeks On Board
The last time I had a breakdown, I was reckless and it caused someone anger nearly as intense as my anxiety. The time before that, I confided. and the one before that, I confided But the one before that, I was reckless and it caused someone anger that calmed my anxiety and destroyed my reputation simultaneously. […]Read More The Last Time I Had A Breakdown
Unfortunately, I’ve never dropped out before – so my advice on this topic is obviously very credible and 100% legitimate. Listening to “experts on these issues” is overrated anyway. Yes, there are some who believe although I have never dropped out of school yet, there’s still a chance of it happening. I like these people. […]Read More Akotowaa’s Guide to Dropping Out
The poet, he was afraid to call himself a poet, wondering if his words qualified and if practicing the craft was enough. The internet, it spoke of inner demons countless, tortured artists abundant, and pain like it was art’s only fuel. The poetess, she told me there was nothing to be glorified for those characteristics that […]Read More This Is The Thing You Romanticize.