ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am an artist living in NYC...most of my writing is for performance/spoken word, so keep that in mind as you read my work. [April 2009]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (33) Caged Fences (Poetry) How I feel sometimes... [161 words] Chocolate Fantasy (Poetry) Female response to Midnight Satin... [173 words] [Romance] Congratulation Night (Poetry) My feelings on the day after President Obama's historical election... [111 words] Creating Love To Make Love (Poetry) - [276 words] [Romance] Games 1 (Poetry) Back & Forth Dialogue between He and She [78 words] Games 2 (Poetry) Dialogue between another He & She! [66 words] Games 3 (Poetry) A bit more dialogue between "He" and "She." It's quite telling... [62 words] Happy Holidays (Poetry) I was feeling a bit sad over the holidays last year, then I saw the news...made me feel worse. [95 words] Help--Emergency (Poetry) A mix of The Beatles & A Different World, but still unique... [234 words] Imani (Poetry) Just a quick little poem about faith. [68 words] [Spiritual] Midnight Satin (Poetry) I wrote this poem from a man's point of view. I was daydreaming about a story idea and this popped right into my head. [372 words] [Romance] Missing You...To Chris (Poetry) A poem about my first love and how I lost him...had to rewrite this one several times. [299 words] [Drama] Mood Swings (Poetry) - [77 words] No She Didn't (Poetry) Well, the piece speaks for itself... [180 words] Observations (Poetry) - [273 words] Passing Life (Poetry) Just a little something I wrote last year when I was feeling a bit sad... [164 words] Planned Lifehood (Poetry) Oh, if we could only choose the life we want to lead... [231 words] Rain On Me (Poetry) - [150 words] Rant 1 (Poetry) Just some poetic ranting... [427 words] Reconciling My Spirit (Poetry) Submitted for Dominique Morriseau's "50in50" series, with support from the Frank Silvera Writers' Workshop, this piece is about how I feel living in a Black body. [235 words] Smack-U 1 (Poetry) Haiku...but, with flava... [19 words] Smack-U 2 (Poetry) Another one... [20 words] Smack-U 3 (Poetry) Well, one more [24 words] Smack-U 4 (Poetry) Last one...I think! [24 words] Soul Mate...Let Me Be Your Man (Poetry) Response to Chocolate Fantasy... (must read Midnight Satin and Chocolate Fantasy prior to reading Soul Mate...) [528 words] [Romance] Taking Time (Poetry) - [367 words] [Erotic] That Word (Uncut) (Poetry) This is why you should never meet an Angry Black Woman...please, do not get offended. This is what runs through my mind for 3 seconds after I hear that word... [464 words] The Other Day (Poetry) Well, I was taking a stroll the other day... [169 words] Violated (Poetry) - [217 words] Walking Across The Triborough Bridge (Poetry) I do this sometimes when I need to think, or when I need peace of mind... [232 words] Watch Ur Back (Poetry) A little something I made up on the quick... [45 words] With Those Eyes (Poetry) I hate being followed and watched by people who judge me solely based on the color of my skin...this is my story! [91 words] You Feelin' Me (Poetry) - [170 words]
Hysterical Madness Jina Kaye
I am going crazy,
out of my mind
always being this person...this
ENTITY
that always does the right thing...
Oh, you are such a good girl,
they say,
So sweet and kind...
Sometimes, I just want to be a
BITCH!
And not in the way you think...
sure, I get my moods every once in a while,
but I look at these chicks walking in my hood
like life owes them something and they don't give a shit...
Yeah, I wanna be THAT bitch.
See, 'cause I'm that hardworking Sistah that gets paid every OTHER week from pulling a 9 to 5, with no man, not a single potential in sight, with a bunch of girlfriends going through the same crap. I go to church, I volunteer, I pay my bills on time...I AM a good person. So what the fuck...
These hood chicks get to roll around with every Raheem, Shaheed, Juanita and Dick, popping out kids every year, taking MY tax dollars to pay for their 8, 9, 100 hundred kids (and fuck that Octo-Mom bitch...she's a hood chick, too), while they getting bills from their babies' daddies, getting them new kicks and Dereon jeans (like an 8 year old girl is supposed to be wearing some Beyonce knockoffs)--please.
Let the FEDS pay for my housing, because in NYC, I can barely afford to pay my rent, let alone food and entertainment. Let me run these streets like I'm the Queen B--that would be L'il Kim. not Blair Waldorf, honey--and work those numbers, pimp these chicks--Hell, I'd be a damn good pimp. I'd switch up the game and start pimping these pretty ass street dudes hangin' on the corna. They ain't got nothing else better to do than, no way, so let me pretty them up and take their asses right to Jersey where them rich Negroes live and let them have a ball...I'd charge a G for each nigga (and I will be bringing at least 10 of them). Those boys are built better than any Chip & Dale looking dudes, any day! Those rangers can't rescue my ass...I need them street!
See, I switch to the vernacular quick, right?!
Hysterical Madness...that's what I'm feeling and seeing and watching and hearing and smelling and tasting when I walk through these streets of NYC...of BK.
Hysterical Madness is when you are living out on the streets because you've already been from shelter to shelter...jumping from Broadway House to Ward's Island, only to go back to BRC and THEN had to take the Next Step...
Hysterical Madness is when you just got laid off your $50,000 a year job because you were the middle man and you had to swallow your pride and work, part-time, at a Barnes & Noble. Hell, hadn't worked there since college...
Hysterical Madness is when you see children playing in the streets while their Mama is shooting up and Daddy is shooting someone in the head...Sista be fucking some dude on the side of the building while Brotha is selling some crack to fiends from the other project...
Hysterical Madness is when your friends get shipped off to another country, fighting a senseless, ceaseless war all for the sake of a mighty dollar bill...and they die in "friendly" fire--felt they were getting too friendly with the truth...
Hysterical Madness is like Marching to the Madness of a drummer who does not even know how to work those drunsticks, like LeBron James facing off with Kobe...like Kobe facing off with Jordan...like Jordan facing off with himself in a cartoon because someone was doped up and feeling good when that idea strolled along...like Aretha trying to out sing James Brown...like...life...
Life IS hysterical madness...so, are you showing up or strapping down?
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