Rosa Parks , MLK , Malcolm X , to those who stood up for equality , who pushed against authority , to be seen as more as just a minority , this month goes to you , those very few that knew that all black people are special and should take pride in being black....

Indeed black lives matter , in fact all lives matter , whether this month is to celebrate black excellence or not..... be proud of you , understand that many before you fought , so we could have equal rights , equal say , so at last we could at least say hooray , so we could speak , so we could shout , that our voices be heard.....

Celebrate this month with joy , happiness and if you have to cry to deep those who fought so hard for moments like these , go ahead , turn each teardrop afterwards in to euphoria , into delight , into a smile so bright , for they did not do this in vain , they withstood so much , I could hardly imagine the pain they went through for this gain....

Despite this month , celebrate who you are daily , although i speak of black history month , I also speak to everyone , be comfortable in your identity , in your skin , in who you are because you can only be yourself and that fact in its self , is a testament of empowerment , of greatness , of just pure awe that you alone should always adore...

In essence happy black history month and a happy day to all of you...

Chains unbound , Shackles broken , Voices unheard finally
spoken.....

A raised fist to empower a community , to show strength , defiance , resistance and unity.... John Carlos & Tommie Smith

A man who had a dream , so big it endures til this very day , so big , it can't be cast cast away.... Martin Luther King

A lady who sat in front of the bus , thinking , why seating there was such a fuss , confident and brave.... Rosa Parks

A man loved by an African nation , capturing all with with his own brand of Afrobeat music creation.... Fela Kuti

A lady tending to the sick and wounded , bruised and battered , though a ghastly sight , ensuring their well-being , to her ... was all that mattered....Mary Seacole

Throughout history and even now , many have shown....

B-   Brilliance and Bravery
L-   Liveliness
A-  Ambition
C - Courage , Confidence and Creativity
K - Knowledge

That first time, those nerves erupting, sometimes no manifestation through body language , other times the tremors of the body so strong as if you are your own earthquake and the flood of sweat , each trickle flowing heavy like a steam

That first time, the excitement bubbling away , the new job ,school or whatever it is causing a fizzy sensation , like a coca cola bottle that has been shaked and as soon as it opens , it lets loose with no restraint

That first time , where you feel you should be perfect in your approach, possibly causing you to be overly serious and not entirely relaxing, since one hick-up you make renders you hot and flustered, forgetting you are human and that mistakes happen

That first time. with the marination of nerves , excitement and trying to be perfect mixed together, causing the birth of an unusual, unique, yet indescribable feeling, one that if you could taste, you really could not distinguish whether it was sweet or sour , but you would not want another taste

There is a first time for everything, sometimes you may feel like this, sometimes you don't, sometimes it is a quick momentary thing, other times it is the whole day, but hey, when it is over, you will be relieved since now you have gained at least a little experience

Poet : " Hey peeps"

Singer : "sup"

Artist : " Hiii"

Poet : " I was wondering, its quite intriguing how we are all quite similar , yet different as well "

Artist :  "How so ?"

Poet :  " Well, we all show , some feeling or emotion or portray any message in some sort of form, one way or another "

Singer : "Thats true , I use my voice so that many can hear my lyrics whether cryptic or not "

Poet : True, but you also forgot...

Artist : "Poet does this as well , despite the words on paper for many to read , poet doesn't quite sing in melody , but speaks so that many can hear the words to tell the message "

Poet : " Exactly , thank you Artist "

Artist : " No problem , as for me I neither Sing nor speak , my art paint the words I want to convey in the mind as an image "

Singer : "Yes,Yes, But don't you at times say what your art means , so technically you do speak kinda"

Artist : " Hahaha , *******, yes but I would only say 15-20 per cent of the time , to convey what i'm trying to define "

Poet : " Fair enough but technically poets can do this as well , in fact there is a type of poetry called...

Artist : " Concrete, Yes I know , such a flattering name by the way, hahaha "

Singer : " Hahaha"

Poet : " Anyways! , to add to poetry we need not have to create art , for our message to be visualized "

Singer : " Thats all well and good , however in the rhythmic sway in the melodies of song , I quite literally move people , you could even say the way they dance to my songs to show how it makes them feel , expressing themselves, as well as painting a picture ...."

Poet :  "Hahaha damnnn, are you trying to show your the best ?"

Singer : " Just saying facts , not my fault it might come across as me being the best "

Poet : "Do try and remember us Poets do move those who read or listen to our poetry , they can relate. On the words , they think and meditate plus with those lines an image in there mind they do,  re-create"

Singer : " Really , you just couldn't help not rhyming ? "

Poet : " Don't hate , appreciate.. "

Singer : " Oh gosh... "

Artist : " Hahaha"

Artist : " Don't forget us Artists , our art , can move people , maybe not as physically as you Singer, but we can cause a sway of thoughts for a painting can have a multitude of meanings"

Artist :  " Sometimes it is better not to tell them my definition of the painting, but to see what it means to them and how it makes them feel "

Singer : " Sigh fair enough you got me there... "

Poet : " Its like I said , we are similar in the fact , that we portray something in our own unique act , to wonder and see how the viewer will react , to see the thoughts and feelings in our different dealings... To..."

Singer : " Oh my gosh we get it... No need to rhyme us to oblivion"

Artist : " We all basically show some sort of message just in a different way "

Singer : " See , why couldn't you just say that poet ? "

Poet : " Oh shut up."

Artist ; " Hahaha"

Boom! The explosion of creativity , when all the lanes or veins in the brain connect , causing you to know what to do , such a great feeling, when it hits you...

Like a train , moving like clockwork to its destination , you having no hesitation , just forward-forward momentum , making you feel Centum per centum , in other words you feel 50 plus 50 or happy and nifty

All distractions blocked, you like a ****** , target locked, you full of finesse, no hater can tell you less

your mind like : idea , idea, idea
having feelings of : no fear, no fear , no fear
your mind : so clear , so clear , so clear

you on a roll , perputual motion.
Flowing wavy like the ocean.
Just enjoying the productive notion

The moment of eureka ,
Like lady luck just blessed you and you meet her

Free flowing, no sign of slowing....down
you so excited , as if you want to give yourself a creativity... crown

Shout-out to everyone , you're creative , innovative , you're all artists in your own right
Each and everyone of you having a light so bright

Thou clock hath reached its twelfth hour and my belly rumbles as if to waketh an angry beast from its slumber

To tame this beast, it seemeth only right that I must consume to cease such devilish pangs of hunger that keepeth the trembles quiver

I telleth mine self, fear not rampant beast, there is a solution to this troublesome problem... we must make haste to thine fridge for there are treasures both man and woman desire....food

Oh curses ! I forgot to doth thine shop for food yesterday, let us hopeth there is  a snack in thine treasure chest

I open thine chest and covereth mine eyes from its blazing light that fills the room , I adjust mine eyes and to no surprise, the chest is exsufflicate, oh curses ! , oh curses ! I scream

I search each shelf of the chest, seeing nothing but milk and some vegtables, unfortunately that wilt not suffice this ever raging beast

Is all hope lost ? Must I attempt survival of thine night with this beast which wilt not alloweth me slumber ?

I dart mine eyes into the cold abyss ; the freezer .... my last hope....

With a yell that would scare the gods , I shouteth , Hoo-rah !, Hoo-rah ! it seemeth I hath Oreo  flavoured Ice Cream that has remained untouched of human hands

I check this valuable piece of treasure, it is full and the fragments of Oreo glisten like the stars that brighten the heavens

The beast wilt cease its rage , for this day lady luck has bestowed her blessings on me...

Note to thyself : On the morrow , thine quest for food will begin...

Ever just want to write, just to let off some steam ?