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!aboutme
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I'm rachelmarie, but my nom de plume is "Assata Rafiya Pandu." I have an eclectic persona. I'm of an eccentric nature. I'm a extremely liberal and I believe that everything happens for a reason.

!loves
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!wants
love. freedom. truth. prosperity. wealth.

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Tuesday, March 2, 2010
10:10 AM

she awakens sweat drench every morning
yearning for a new feeling that always seems out of reach
and the breach from hell that she poses in hopes of a better future
is accomplished when she parts stem from seeds
and exhales green grass vapors
oh how great it feels for her to be able
just for a moment..
to get away from those eviction papers
nailed to her front door
and though WIC gives her monthly installments of food
how long do you think that shit really lasts?
and the thought of making more babies to receive more aid
crosses her mind on a daily
but hell, she can barely jungle this one baby, as is
making below minimum wage because she can barely read
and has no negotiation skills
so her employer downplays her and she takes it
and folks know not to ask her where is the child's father
because it's pretty apparent
that he found him some new tail to victimize
while he's sitting in the back of the club acting like he's so pimp-tastic
you know damn well those jewels 'round his neck are plastic
and this new Ms. Thang he's ushering in on his arm is enveloped in greed
though the fortunes she seeks will never come fourth
however it's inevitable that 9 months later her ass will be bearing this nigga's twelfth child
and I hope she doesn't think she's any different from his other baby's mothers
he doesn't want a wife, he's too keen on variety
because he's a rolling stone
a stoner just rolling
and he be quoting Drake saying, "he gets high just to balance out the lows"
but he creates his own demise so that shit is irrelevant
especially when he wants the mothers of his children to network
like Tiny, Toya, Nivea, and Lauren
but that's just an figment of his imagination
because broke women, trying to making to make it
for their children and themselves ain't bout to fake it
and I have pity on the next chick that comes in contact with him
because if she's screaming "where dem dollars at"
instead of reading between his lies and bullshit
she'll become a variable in his equation
wishing that she too would have dismissed him
and it's a system
because you know damn well that fool didn't teach himself to be triflin
and reckless on his own
BET -Bogus Entertainment Television...
makes our young black men a mess
and these little girl growing up watching movies with drug lords and their dames
have crippled themselves, by allowing such images to define their roles
and we turn the other cheek to make ourselves feel better
because it's something that we can't seem to digest
I suggest... that we stop this cycle
IT'S A FUCKING SHAME

♥Assta Rafiya Pandu.