I am quite clever, cool, calm and collected,
I read my everyone’s every motion, their every step,
I am sly, cunning and awesomely charming,
I can attack in any which way without any warning.
(*Note (backstory)): We all been through it, bills, debt, splurging, ballin on a budget, going HAM on credit cards. This just a reminder to warn the future generation about spammers and how to stay debt free.
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Let me be blunt, love is overrated,
Everyone is out to get it, or experience the feel,
Love is what you make it, if you say you love,
Something or somebody, Then there you go, that’s your love,
Love is like a mystery you have to figure out,
But as much as you pick up on the clues
You just seem to get side track and lost,
Then you ask where has love gone?
When will it come back again?
Do I have to go find it?
The expression slash impression of love, appeals to you,
But it has blinded you in thinking; love is a jump for joy
Knock it out the park crazy feeling, HOME RUN
But what have you endured to reach to this feeling of Love, to have it leave?
Will you fight for it?
Will you die for it?
What excites you about it?
Love can alter minds and lives, do you really want it?
I am a menace much similar to the kid called Dennis,
Nobody can claim what I say all up in my sentence,
Busy as I bee is what they claim I am always is,
Can’t sleep not for a second is what it always is,
Hitting dem books, and counting them stacks,
Collecting them checks, putting cash up in the bank,
I am a multi-action kind of a dude,
No one knows me quite true,
Got stuff I am trying to do times two,
I am out all night, you checking in at curfew,
High school 3.7 already claimed,
Smashed couple sweet honies that loved to say my name,
College close to 3.0 already saved,
At 19 have my own company billed in my name,
Adding digits with digits you all look at my check,
Couple more months and years, I will be fresh out of debt,
Ice grilled on the streets cause I started from scratch,
Life as a hustler to dame is just the dash,
F all the talk about credit, give me cash,
Adding to my fame and fortune and call it my stash,
Moving so fast people thinking I am the flash,
The road is going to be rough watching out trying not to crash.
I can’t sit around and be the same old Jixi,
The one that was cool when you was not,
The one that was the dude when you was not,
The one that was new when you was not,
Now I am old and playing by the same old tricks,
The opportunities I need to be on I can’t afford to miss,
So I kiss the old me goodbye because it’s on to the next one,
The new Jixi is up to bat, and smashing home runs, one after one.
FIN
Break Free
by: Jixi Fox
“Breaking free from the old me to make room to be the new me I should and could be…it’s jixi…”
”Memories of My Past Flame…reflect, remembrance, restraint, resistance, release…we try to go forward from the past, but end up going nowhere in the future…”
We all want to go back but sometimes we need to let go of the past and think the new future, the brand new you, the new possibilities of how you can grow, instead of fall over the past fails, or discomfort trying to make it wonderful again.
Everyday we steadily walk along these thin lines,
Lines that divides what’s good from bad, or just fine,
As kids we hunt for the truth with our rebellious ways,
Our parents try to curb our appetite leading us on a path they have paved,
Through their mistakes our lives seems pre determined to avoid certain fates,
But no matter what we avoid there are mistakes we still tend to create,
Some of their mistake we can’t avoid and tragically we repeat,
For their voices were heard too late or very un-educatedly to us they speak,
We live our lives based on stereotypes we lazily try not to break,
We hold onto fixed morals and strategies believing through them a better life we will make,
Go to college, eat your veggies, pray to God, and commit no sins,
Always wear a condom, don’t do drugs, go hard or go home for the win,
Nobody is perfect we can only try our best with what we have got,
We breakdown to build up and we must do with what we have got,
There is no exact formula to follow, solution to drink, or tune to sing,
We just got to find what works for us, and use the power to overcome from within.
This Poem was inspired by the song, Nobody’s Perfect by J Cole and Missy Elliot
(*Note (backstory)): Nobody’s perfect, we live life through trial and error and even when we find a great path, death still lingers over our heads as a sure thing. So we make mistakes, we learn and we break trends the best we can and live life everyday and be thankful for what we have got.)