I am a writer, a poet of sorts,
raised on Mule Bone and the Ballot or the Bullet
I learned eloquence in penmanship from the best
it matters not how it looks
but how it resonates with the people
I stood before crowds, or just you, and poured my soul
in vowels and verbs leaving the last drop for periods
to end that...and begin the next
Pick it up and put it back down
this applies to handwriting, books and love
And I am at this very moment doing all three
handwriting my book about love
more importantly the lessons in the lack there of...
It will be long...
discipline for those of you that have acquired an appetite for 160 characters
an a lack of appreciation for vowels
it will be full of relationships some lasting mere chapters
but making lasting impressions in and on my life
it will be gut-wrenching and heartbreaking and awe-inspiring
forward written by Ilyasah Shabazz
family should always come first
published and edited by the grace of God
dripping tears on pages at times, hopefully more joyful ones than not...
knowing all the while that this has been my life and the experiences are engrained in my mind
so there is no fear for lost content
there is a fear of duplication duplication duplication duplication
this is where the writing should resonate...
I am writing as I go and as I grow people...bare with me
It WILL end perfectly...