Subliminal Beef    

     Twitter has definitely been the gateway for cyber thugs. The fact that you can address someone without actually addressing them, is crazy. Nonetheless, its annoying! Why follow someone you are going to talk shit to, without talking shit to? Either you get over it (because its never that big of a deal with a 140 character limit) or you address the person and keep it real. It’s not rocket science kiddos. I myself has been a victim of the infamous “subliminal tweets”. I was more ticked off about the person taking the situation pass the last tweet I sent her more than anything. I just took upon myself to have fun with it.  I know how people are. We are all very predictable. So I knew the next day the subliminal tweets would be replaced with “Goodmorning @vonnaellysse” , so why should I be mad? 

      Another one of my pet peeves on twitter is when people have an issue with replies they get on twitter. Surprisingly, there are number of people whom I follow who although tweets endlessly about nothing, do not want you to reply unless they are speaking to you. Now, If you are going to tweet random shit about every day life and not expect anyone to respond, kill yourself. OR, send text messages to yourself. Hell, go in the bathroom, look in the mirror, and talk to yourself! Twitter is not the place for PSYCHOS! Common things I see on my timeline: 

"Don’t fucking correct me over twitter”

“If I wasn’t effn talking to you don’t send me a reply” 

“If I wanted your opinion I would have asked you”

     Twitter is an online social network. Which means people are supposed to SOCIALIZE. And what that means is talk to other people, and hold some sort of conversation about anything! If you don’t want to communicate I suggests you delete your account or open up your mind for some new experiences. 

Dear Nicki Minaj, you can’t sit with us !

    I’ve been on Nicki for awhile. I first heard on Lil’ Wayne’s Da Drought 3, “Can’t Stop, won’t Stop”. She was fireee! She ended up releasing more shit and doing interviews and I was really amazed. There was  new female rapper in the game and she was DOPE! Then along came twitter .... And Barbie Nation, and green wigs and eye shadow.  I am not the one to knock originality and uniqueness. I love Lady Gaga for wearing a bird’s nest on her face and I don’t even like her album. But I respect the boldness. But Nicki....I just cannot get with all the sudden changes. First she was raw, straight out of Queens and of course we loved that. And then she switched it up to be the preppy, preppy pretty Barbie. Even that was fine. But now, she is a FREAK. Like, not in a good way. Ass shots, breast implants, green wigs & eyeshadow, metallic suits, NICKI who are you trying to be??? All Im seeing is a mixture of Lil’ Kim and Lady Gaga in ALL of her videos and performances. Although she said she is not trying to mock Lil’ Kim, she is. 

Be original. The barbie idea wasn’t a bad idea. Calling your fans barbies and kens and creating this whole new nation where you embrace fans was an EXCELLENT marketing strategy. Choose something and stick to it, otherwise you lose credibility (in my book). Don’t get cocky and claim  you are the first to ever do it, pay homage. Too many people support her without any common since. Girls walk around with a weave half blond & half black and they are copying Nicki Minaj. Why not Cruella Deville? I feel like too many times we give artists too much credit for the shit that they do. Just because they make more money while doing it, does not make them the originator or creator. If we follow each other for the rest of our lives then we’ll keep going in circles ... 

THEN LET ME BE GHETTO !

     
       It’s the constant phrase always thrown my way. “you’re ghetto”. Each time , I never get mad. However, its gets tiring. At this age I expect the capacities of people’s minds to expand, but Im afraid they don’t. I KNOW who I am. Which means I have KNOWLEDGE  of myself. So why take your time to decided when your opinion matters, when it really doesn’t? Of course this is why I never care when people call me ghetto.  However, in my opinion, if these things were considered there will be less ignorant people in my presence. 

1. I can talk the same EXACT  way and come from somewhere differently than where I grew up, and I will not be called ghetto. Let’s say, beverly hills. (These same people clown me from sounding “proper”, you see the ignorance,  I mean irony ?)
2. How can you have anything to say about where I live when you live 5 minutes away? Watts is surrounded by other poor areas, South Central, Lynwood, Southgate, and last but not least COMPTON! But for some reason these people still fix their mind sets to believe that somehow they have it better, why? True, the Nickersons are projects. Brick Buildings consisting of over 1000 apartments but these buildings do not make us any less smarter, any less poorer, or any less  human than anyone in the surrounding neighborhoods. We don’t get more food stamps, more payless shoes, more rats and roaches, more gunshots then your neighborhood (and I bet $$$ that its much less!). So stop with stereotyping, you’re not going anywhere. 
3. Thirdly, the judgmental part of these attitudes often stem from parents, in my opinion. I had a friend who lived in Compton once. Her mom told me to not go to Spelman College because it was “like the projects”. One, this was rude considering the fact she’s a grown ass woman and knew where I stayed. And two, what sense does that make??? The inside of her house was clean. But when I say they did NOT have a front or back yard .... She lives in a run down house in Compton and she’s pointing fingers, your parents are dumb. They should know better.

   I can go on for years with this list and the world will still be the same. The point i’m trying to make is people judge harshly off their insecurities. You are ashamed of where you come from so you try and distinguish yourself against something else? It happens all the time. Fat girls talk about dark girls. CooI/popular people chastise the nerdy/smart people. It’s an ongoing cycle. But, you know the old saying, “people with glass houses shouldn’t throw stones”.  Eventually the finger will be pointing at you and the I’ll be the only one laughing. That’s how life is. I really don’t care about people calling me ghetto. I never have. As long as you know where I come from and were I’m going, there are no discrepancies. I’m real, I’m blunt, I’m smart, and I’m beautiful, I can’t please everyone right? Right :) 

Kanye is a GREAT

Kanye:

I WAS JUST LISTENING TO WENDY WILLIAMS AND HEARD SOME QUOTE ABOUT ME SAYING I’M THE NEW KING OF POP. NOT ONLY DID I NOT SAY THAT, I HAVEN’T SAID ANYTHING. IT MAKES ME FEEL BAD THAT OBVIOUSLY I MADE PEOPLE FEEL THAT I WOULD BE CORNY ENOUGH TO SAY SOMETHING SO WHACK AFTER THE PASSING OF AN IDOL, A LEGEND AND MORE THAN THAT A HUMAN BEING WITH FEELINGS AND FAMILY. IT SCARES ME TO THINK WHAT PEOPLE WILL BELIEVE, WITHOUT EVEN A SOURCE. ANY RANDOM PERSON CAN TYPE SOMETHING ON THE INTERNET AND THEN THE WORLD BELIEVES IT. I DON’T TALK TO PRESS OR DO TV OR DO PROMOTIONS OF ANY SORT. I’VE STOPPED CHASING AND BUYING INTO FAME. FAME IS LIKE CIGARETTES WITH NO SURGEON GENERAL WARNING. IT DESTROYS MOST PEOPLE AS IT DID TO THE TRUE AND ONLY KING OF POP. WE EXPLOIT OURSELVES AND EAT OUR OWN EGOS ‘TILL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT. I HAVE A FEELING THAT THIS WON’T BE THE LAST FALSE STATEMENT WITH MY NAME ON IT, BUT THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME I DEFEND MYSELF. I’M DONE.

I love you Kanye
The End.

Challenges
If I had a dime for every time I was in a situation and asked God, "Why am I constantly being challenged?", I would be a damn millionaire! This life for me gets HARD! A girl like me on the come up, and "luck" is nothing but another 4 letter word like "bull" and "shit". And sometimes I get tired of the bullshit. Sometimes I just want to feel like everything is okay; like if I can rest my mind today, my world won't collapse tomorrow. But I can't. I have to keep fighting until this road comes to an end. Everyone gets there time to relax, but I have big dreams and even BIGGER responsibilities. Therefore, I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Possibilities...

I was looking out 0f my window today and for the first time I didn't just see "the hood". I saw a woman. Maybe less than a woman in her mind, walking back and forth steady on the pavement. With her head down and right arm swinging aimlessly, as she seemed to be lost in her thoughts. Almost shivering for he next fix, I wondered what she was wondering. Did her thoughts ponder on her children? Or how her life could have been? For a moment I was dazed and lost in my thoughts about her. But when reality struck again, I noticed that her pacing ceased and she was now staring at a pigeon that sat at the top of the telephone pole.

Birds fly, they die

but a Phoenix

would rise from

its Ashes

I couldn't help but wonder what all she had been through? How m,u8ch had the world given her before she realized she just couldn't take it anymore? The more I looked out the glass window the inevitable happened. You know how if you focus hard enough into a window that you'll began to see our reflection? Well, that's what happened to me. In that moment and time I captured what I couldn't see on a daily basis. I saw a beautiful girl, who wasn't quite sure what pretty meant. The corners of her mouth straight as a board, maybe turned down a little, with a scar on her upper lip that somehow traces you to here eyes. Almond-shaped, with light brown pupils. Full of ambition. Cheekbones high, somehow signifying strength. However, comparing the reflection that I saw of myself to the stranger outside my window, I couldn't help but wonder how much would the world give me before I feel like I just can't take it anymore? Or are these eyes not deceiving in their perception, being honest about my ambition?With all that I've been through...do I have what it takes to be the Phoenix that rises from ashes? Possibilities...

Twenty Four

Learn to Live

Live to Write

Write to Love

Love to Learn