When did I fall in Love with Hip-Hop? I remember seeing her, long legs, green eyes, beautiful features. I did not know Hip-Hop like I do now, I wish I had met you sooner. Hip-Hop had me infatuated, I had to get to know her.

Next thing I know Hip-Hop spoke to me and from then I knew I had to pursue Hip-Hop. A couple of days went by, and I finally built up the courage to introduce myself. From then I knew wherever Hip-Hop is, that is where I want to be.
The pursuit was magical still is. I Love the way Hip-Hop made and still makes me feel today. When did I fall in Love with Hip-Hop? In all honesty I don’t know when I fell in Love with Hip-Hop. Maybe it was when I first seen her or going through certain trials and tribulations along the way. I definitely made the choice to Love her with all my heart. No matter the type of Rhythm she has or if she is following the beat of her own, I Love her and everything about her.
Hip-Hop did not give up on me, she gave me more purpose. That was to cherish her forever. Hip-Hop is just right for me. I will Love her music in any era, time, and place. She became my muse for life.
Hip-Hop saved my life in a way that I did not even see coming. Hip-Hop tested me in many ways and helps me understand how to be a man. It taught me the value of time and energy. Hip-Hop gave me a family I always wanted. For that I will always fight for and to protect.

Hip-Hop value is truly beyond words. I want to be able to keep increasing that value. I want to protect and nurture that value. I genuinely appreciate her. I do not want to be scared or hardheaded when it comes to Hip-Hop, I just want to listen to her melody and dance with her soulfully. I would do anything for Hip-Hop, she has my heart. She always has.

No matter what phases Hip-Hop go through I will always Love, listen and dance with her. From the sole of my feet to the top of my head Hip-Hop will always make me peaceful, happy, and grateful.

My mother used to say.
You catch more flies with honey.
Than you do with vinegar.

She never taught me.
That the same principal.
Would apply to men.

Like how they craved affection.
Just as much as they craved sugar.

That their jaws would gnaw.
As they took bites out of my skin.

Causing me to bleed out.
Till I've been drained.
Of everything I ever was.
Or will be.

That this world.
Has taught me.
My pleases and thank yous.

That the sour words.
Have no place in a women's.
Vocabulary.

That sentences like *******.
I don't give a crap.
Get the hell away from me.  

Offends a man's ear.
Just as much as the word no.
No ******* way.

So the next time they order honey.
Give them vinegar instead.

kitchen counter riddled in grey marble
a fragrance of burning wood and candy
solar blessings filtered into linear lines
fruits spread in an ikebana rainbow
a jar of sickly saccharine sugar atop
a syrupy taste lingers in that air

i long to breathe it in once more
that sweet air of my grandma's
house from all these 11,285
kilometres away from home
and ten years from those
first moments of life

i meander at the
depths of rock bottom stumbling
upon newfound grace and
gratitude.

the spiking stone all around
is dull to the eyes but makes
the ever-blue sky
come alive.

when i reach up to
touch it, i know that
i am too small to caress
those faint cotton candy
wisps.

but in my dreams,
i greet the sunrise by
perching on the shoulders
of those who dare to rise
above.

Sugar and spice
and some things nice;
are not too good
to have as food.
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1. Refined carbohydrates: in the form of
    a. white sugar
    b. white flour
    c. white rice
(avoid the above or anything made with them as much as you possibly can)
2. Cigarette Smoke
3. Soft Drinks
4. Alcoholic Drinks
5. Junk Food
6. Common Table Salt
7. Bad Company
8. Sedentary Lifestyle
9. Food Additives: in the form of
    a. artificial colors and flavors
    b. preservatives
10. Overindulgence in ***
11. Not enough sleep
12. Drugs
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To eat or not to eat; that is the question.
A doughnut--******, airy--I’ll consume,
adjust my diet later to make room,
or falsely reject pastries’ sweet delight
while bingeing pasta deep into the night?
Doughnut, thou art satisfying; sweetly
filling morsel, savored now discreetly—
perhaps a little midday’s sugar craving
is better solaced, hunger I’ll be staving
off,  resisting better night time craves.
‘Tis better, easier to have the faves;
by portions small on calories I’ll save
and skip on other dishes that don’t taste
as sweet and crispy, but go straight to waist.

True, the sugar tops
sweeten everyone's mouth.
Hold onto the salt though
let's not lose out.

Pinches of sea salt
    dancing smash hit
deep down the sea floor
   ace extracting ice cores,
boom, the clouds form high,
show the upside is sky!
    
Jubilant cumulus pop
only crystal clear vibes 
let the wind see through
that sings the rhymes.

Oops, it's not always a blue sky
wispy white clouds turn dark.
The storm soars the larks fly low
busy men down the trees
seek refugee for a mo.

Sticking my head under a roof
pondering me find a room.
Is this 'smash hit high sail
of the clouds rising from deep core,
all is gone in a blink of a storm'.

Not far in the sky
nor deep down the sea.
I see a raindrop on a shining
flower before me.
Something more to tell
very closely!

I see your eyes
wondering my body

don't take me lightly-

Take me like the heart break
I really was