Join for FREE | Take the Tour Lost Password?
[x]

deviantART

 
About Me Member General Poet Mr. Heart19/Male/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
Needs Premium Membership
Statistics 83 Deviations
776 Comments
7,369 Pageviews

Newest

deviantID

- I'm just a fragmented figment of your imagination -

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: In a dream
  • deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL?
  • Print preference: huh?
  • Interests: Expanding the boundaries of creativity, spirituality, and expression
  • Favourite movie: Waking Life
  • Favourite band or musician: Ever changing
  • Favourite genre of music: Music
  • Favourite poet or writer: Shel Silverstein
  • Favourite photographer: Emma Reed
  • Favourite style of art: Anything inspiring and nice
  • Operating System: Windows
  • MP3 player of choice: Winamp
  • Wallpaper of choice: Lickable
  • Skin of choice: Yours
  • Favourite cartoon character: Shinji Ikari, Bender, Zoidberg, Farnsworth, Brannigan, FUTURAMA!
  • Personal Quote: Extended warranty? How could I lose?!
  • Tools of the Trade: My brain and my fingers ... and pencils and sometimes pens ... and keyboards

Black Stacey

Fri Aug 7, 2009, 11:37 AM
  • Mood: Eye Candy
  • Listening to: Saul
Saul Williams - Black Stacey

I used to hump my pillow at night.
The type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the light.
Me and my cousin Deuce would rank the girls between one and ten
and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.
Now I apologize to every high ranker.
But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you.
I never had the courage to approach you at school.
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool.
But I was just covering up all the insecurities that came bubbling up.

My complexion had
me stuck in an emotional rut, 'like the time you Flavor Flaved me and you called me
"Yo Chuck, they say
you're too black, man".
I think I'm too black.
Mom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black.

Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to
myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose
and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey.
the preachers' son from Haiti
who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
you thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams.
I dreamt of being white and
complimented by you, but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes.
Now, I apologize for bottling up
all the little things you said that warped my head and my gut.
Even though I always told you not to
brag about the fact that your great grand
mother was raped by her slave master.

Yeah, I became militant too.
So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you.
I turned you on to Malcolm X and
Assata Shakur in the three quarter elephant goose with the fur.
I had the high top fade
with the steps on the side.
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride.
I had the sheep skin, name
belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle.

Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey. the preachers'
son from Haiti who
rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

Now here's a little
message for you.
All you baller playa's got
some insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up, cash in
and cha-ching it up, hope no one will bring it up,
lock it down and string it up.

Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you couldn't be rugged
and ruff.
And even though you tote a
glock and you're hot on the
streets, if you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to
its beat.

And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove
that a player like you could keep it honest and true. Don't mean to call your bluff or
mothafucka, but that's what I do.
You got platinum chain
then, son, I'm probably talking to you.

And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew.
And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too. I plan to have a whole army
by the time that I'm through to load their guns with songs they haven't sung

deviantART Community Board

[x]

Journal History

Comments


:iconarcprocess:
happy birthday! :)

--
I don't want to be a spaghetti
:iconeuphoriant:
:)

Thanks, kid.

--
"Let my own lack of a voice be heard"
:iconarcprocess:
how have you been? :)

--
I don't want to be a spaghetti
:iconeuphoriant:
I'll email you :) I don't get on here often anymore. It's more of an online storage space for old work.

:)

--
"Let my own lack of a voice be heard"
:iconarcprocess:
alright. will wait for your email :)

--
I don't want to be a spaghetti
:iconcrimsoncravenheart:
Thank you for the fave! :aww:

--
I’m running out of morphine lies to tell you
And the truth will hurt more
The lies are a band aid with side effects
And I’m on overdose

:gallery: [link]
[link] click
:iconeuphoriant:
Mhmm!

--
"Let my own lack of a voice be heard"
:iconcrimsoncravenheart:
:aww:

--
I’m running out of morphine lies to tell you
And the truth will hurt more
The lies are a band aid with side effects
And I’m on overdose

:gallery: [link]
[link] click
:icontetemeko:
:) !evaf eht rof sknahT

--
Whenever ideas fail, men invent words. ~Martin H. Fischer
:iconeuphoriant:
Of course :D

The Ceiling Fan Clue was a very joyful read.

The imagery was amazing :D

--
"Let my own lack of a voice be heard"
:iconno-more-ignorance:
Thanks a Million dear for supporting and joining NMI...

Hope you enjoyed your stay.. and hope we could altogether bring some peace for this scary world..
:peace:...

--
*"Art is A Powerful Weapon":faq:

** NMI
@ Facebook [link]
:iconeuphoriant:
Oh yes, of course!

Very noble cause.

--
"Let my own lack of a voice be heard"
:iconxalia16:
hey thanks for the fave :D
:iconminicarrot:
Thanks for the watch! Right back at ya!

--
********************************************************
Please allow 1 - 3 years for shipping.
Some settling of contents may occur during transit.
********************************************************
:iconphoenixfury666:
ooo thanks for the :+devwatch:

--
If your heart was broken..... you'd be dead :dead:
(\_/)
( '.' )This is Bunny. Copy and paste bunny into your
(")(")signature to help him gain world domination.
--
BrokenWings
:iconeuphoriant:
You're very welcome.

Keep creating!

--
"Let my own lack of a voice be heard"
:iconphoenixfury666:
ty ty :D

--
If your heart was broken..... you'd be dead :dead:
(\_/)
( '.' )This is Bunny. Copy and paste bunny into your
(")(")signature to help him gain world domination.
--
BrokenWings
:iconeuphoriant:
Mmmmhmmm :D

--
"Let my own lack of a voice be heard"
:iconan-xperience:
i'll have to read up on some of your worded thoughts, cuz what i read so far is sparking thoughts~~~

--
:peace: pass
:iconan-xperience:
so far i'm greatly entertained by your writings, and i'm extremely grateful to have pushed aside whatever clouds were in my path to lead me to your temple~~~

--
:peace: pass
:iconeuphoriant:
Well, all are welcome in this temple. So feel free to stick around a while.

It may be hard to find at first, but once hear you may find it harder to leave.

--
"Let my own lack of a voice be heard"
:iconan-xperience:
oh i've got lots of catching up to do still, and even more futures to look forward to reading~~~

:worship: and thanks for sharing your sacred shrine

--
:peace: pass
:iconeuphoriant:
Yayyy.

Make yourself at home.

--
"Let my own lack of a voice be heard"
:iconmelladramatique:
Hey!
Thanks alot for your comments on my 'Sanctuary' photo series. Glad to see someone actually GETTING IT, without me having to tell them about the story :w00t:

Site Map