We've all had this conversation:
"Soo, what kind of music do you like?"
"I listen too all kinds, except Country.."

What's wrong with country yoo? Country music ain't never did nothing to no black folk..lol
Taylor Swift got a song or two, that I'd listen to.
But anyways, many say they listen to 'all types' which usually doesn't leave the confines of rap, and r&B.
So, I say this to say, people, please, truly, 'broaden your horizons' it's quite refreshing to have an open-mind.

R&B --->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcHMBJ5tEqw
hip-hop --->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQKOjP5Um_8
Soul --->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aBAMnIUi8Y
'alternative' hip-hop ---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsZ67wZeGVk
rock --->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvpMkcc823E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBE7xzbTZuE
(I was at this concert :)
alternative--->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u16IME6RTgE
Country ---> well, I would not know, I don't listen to much Country...lol

(NOTICE: all of these were blaq artist, our people ARE diverse)

~*BuNmI*~

I'll quote myself on this one:
When spoken word becomes redundant
I'll be there giving you a little more than love and revolution...

I've seem to have misplaced my passion for 'poetry', have you seen it?

When things become too 'cliche', I usually attempt to 'stay away'.
Cliches make me feel uncomfortable sometimes, it's like stereotypes, you think you know what to expect. Poetry has become one of those things that everybody wants to do, and there's no problem with that...it's just that, I can't tell the difference between truth and passion, okay and phenomenal. And there's an element I'm searching for. Yes, we've used similes and metaphors, but I've got to find some way to write my truth, truthfully, so I can reach and have people truthfully really captivated.
I fancy that awe factor, that can't get enough of that, I want more, recite right here in the hallway-in the cafeteria-afterschool....I lost it somewhere down the line when I lost myself.

to be a 'poet'...I've heard it too many times and I'm not fond of the title. too cliche. too cliche. spoken word artist.?. too cliche too cliche...? idk

And it's like...when you've seen it butchered so many times, you think...what is this, some kind of joke?

I'm not going to stop writing, I'm just taking a break [from the focus] until I find that element that is missing. That extra piece that makes, extraordinary. Spoken Word....spoken word....I've got to focus on me, and finding that missing element...I'm about to enter a point in my life, and there's no turning back to adolescence. So, I'm moving forward. Tomorrow I have an open mic to attend. I'm part of the feature. I'll go there and we'll see what happens...

tbc.

~*BuNmI*~

post.script.
he's phenomenal:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qf7hhnGaS_I

There is a magic that comes with the notion of a 'Soul Mate'. One of those widely known notions that has become too cliche for me to believe in. I've attempted to refrain from cliches. They're one of those things that urk me...I'm not sure why...


Soul Mate? What does that mean? What does that truly mean? That there's someone out there that I am 100% compatible with or..? Is there someone out there who'll really make me laugh or bring me tears of joy...it's happen before...never all at once though.


All The Qualities My Soul Mate Posses:

1. He smiles, not too much...not too little.
(He smiles because he knows there are times I don't feel like it)

2. He Loves, not too much...not too little.
(He loves not only me, but everything around us, nature and humanity, he's got good character and cares....||He Cares||)

3. He Speaks, not too much...not too little.
(He knows the power of words, so he seldom throws out profanity. He knows what I need to hear)

4. He Nurtures, not too much...not too little.
(He realizes the genius and artist in all of us, so he's always willing to nurture and accept it...never afraid to Broaden his Horizon ||He's open-minded||)

5. He Listens, not too much...never too little.
(He knows when to listen and he knows when to hush me up and intervene, when I'm feeling melancholy, he knows what the problem is before I do...because he simply listened)

6. He Preps, not too much...not too little.
(He takes great care of himself, he may even be a vegetarian, he pays close attention to himself, but he's not vain. He exfoliates, scrubs, cleans...etc.)

7. He Learns, and learns, and isn't afraid to learn more...he's an artist, passionate about something, so he educates himself and teaches me. We exchange knowledge and wealth.
....

So, you're telling me, that this guy is out there? Somewhere? lol well, when you find him, tell me ;)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEzbkGj7EaQ

~*BuNmI*~

These are my Coffee shop Folk and Soft Rock Picks....
Folk music and soft rock have a sense of soul in them, it's soothing...
Broaden your Horizons loves...

.::::Click the song titles::::.

Colin Hay - I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You

Coldplay - Don't Panic

Coldplay- Lost

Thomas Cunningham- Swell

Landon Pigg- Falling In Love At a Coffee Shop

The Shins - New Slang



.::::If you happen to feel it, just ask me for more::::.

"Mangoes contain beta-carotene which may help slow the aging process, reduce the risk of certain forms of cancer, improve lung function, and reduce complications associated with diabetes."

http://kblog.lunchboxbunch.com/2009/03/mango-nutrition-facts-super-fruit.html

~*BuNmI*~

At a glance, you can never truly tell one's story. It's as if our true identities are deep within us. Some more layered then others.

When I tell you, you don't know me, I say it ironically, because I don't even know myself sometimes.

I've yet to discover what truly makes me happy. They say do that. Go to college and major in something that will enable you to do what you have passion for...well, at this point I'm not really sure what that is.

So here's a few things you may or may not have know about me:
1. I traced my roots ,using the African Ancestry company, to the Cameroon. I'm going to adopt a child from there in twenty two years.
2. I've had malaria before.
3. I like to consider myself Afrocentric, whatever that means now a days.
4. I like mango.
5. I think I'm a 'hopeless romantic' lol (In love with love)
6. I wish Malcolm X was sill alive, I'm feeling a little lost..
7. I have locs not "dreads"
8. I lived in Jamaica for six months.
9. I get sentimentally attached to the weirdest things..
10. I day dream just as much as I night dream.
11. I stopped eating scrambles eggs after hearing Kesed's poem..it made sense anyways because I detest the smell of them.
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qf7hhnGaS_I )
12. I wonder if he knows I was kinda obsessed with him for a while =)
13. I enjoy spoken word.
14. I was born in Florida, West Palm Beach.
15.I like rock and hip-hop, mixed together

and etc.

~*BuNmI*~

I got on the plane today (Sunday, June 21, 2009), ready to embark on an adventure back to 'The A' and I'm always excited to see what interesting thing might happen, the airport always brings me adventures and just life..in general
After plugging up my computer for a sec and etc. I got on the plane. I was alllllll the wayyy in the back so far I couldn't even see out the window
And I was in between two white woman (great, a plane full of racist..lolz) I tried relaxing
Got my phone and my ear plugs and the woman next to me looked like she was sick
I asked her if she was alright
You know? Just wanted to make sure...I dunno why I feel the need ..sometimes...
but she looked like she was in terrible pain and even the other white lady next to me was looking like wth?
and the Plane Lady was like are you alright..will u be able to fly?
And so I just kinda kept an eye on her..
she kept falling asleep too
like in the middle of talking and doing stuff
I asked her if she needed water..etc. I even woke her up and made sure her seat belt was on...she fell asleep while trying to put it on..
she tried drinking her coke but she spilled it on herself and her glasses had broke..
she seemed sooo miserable..
She kept saying oh great
etc. my day is going terrible...
I really felt for her..
She said she was feeling reaall bad, I asked her if she was sick and she said 'yes...but not contagious..or anything"
I was thinking mann...I hope this lady don't have no rare disease or anything...that's airbourne
As the plane went up in the air, her condition just seemed to remain
I kept glancing over as she fell back and forth into sleep
She occasionally leaned over to me and slept on my shoulder and then woke up and apologized..
I just let her...u know? Well idk..but I tried to sleep as well..
When we arrived, I woke her
And asked her if she knew where to go
I told her to call her ride etc...
I decided to walk with her and I told her I would...She decided to tell me..
She had cancer
My mind kinda went into shock
Like ...wow
And so, I made it my duty to make sure I took care of her.
The plane ppls the pilot all came to the back of the plane asking if she needed a wheel chair etc..
She just kept on saying noo I'm fine, she had even asked me earlier if she'd get in trouble for being sick on the plane..I assured her that was not going to happen
So we walked off...the plane workers kinda silently gesture-free gave me a look of content..
like all the kindness in the world was in this act
She apologetically thanked me
I just told her it was no problem
We walked off the plane and I continued to ask her about the ppl who would be getting her..
she told me she was just there to see them..
she wanted to smoke too
She said it was the only thing left in the world that made her feel good..
I was taken back..
I eventually told her she needed to find something else..
I couldn't stop her but I persuaded her to just walk to baggage claim and she decided not to buy any, and that she'd find someone who had one
I think at this point in her life...she's just gotta do what she feels will make her content...I found out that she doesn't talk to her mother, her daughter is in one of the Carolinas-19 yr old, and her ex-boyfriend...was apparently abusive..
And the only ppl that cud get her from the airport would not answer the phone and lives over an hour away...
My father called me on the way to baggage claim...I felt a rush come over b/c I couldn't just leave her there at the airport...the ppl she had been with treated her bad, and didn't even make sure her bags got to the airport, so she was luggage-less, with only a purse, no cell, and a change of pants (cervical cancer...weak bladder..yea) and I was trying to hold back tears.
She told me that she works with Autistic kids
and that the mother of one treated her awful.
She said that she didn't believe in God b4, she asked me if I did and she said she does now..she said that she won't get treatment..'you loose your hair...and it all goes downhill from there..'
We were on the airport train (I'm not sure if you've ever been to ATL airport) there were no more seats and so I told her to sit but she insisted not to..
So we both stood, she nearly fell if I hadn't have put my hands out.
when the train started to move,
she told me I was a good person and that when you tell ppl, most likely they won't care...
Well, she waited while I got my bags. I had heaavy bags, but instead of siting down and waiting for my father, I walked up and down the terminal with her, we called her ppl...we looked..she looked..but nothing..just answering machine...and sweat..and heat...
And so, I called her friend...
And asked her if there was ANYONE else who cud pick her up..she said no
kept repeating 'I have no one'
she kept telling me to go and go about my life, my buisness, etc.
I insisted that I would stay.
But my father came, and so I told her that I had to go but if she wanted me to wait with her I would
& so she said no...we hugged, she told my father, I was 'an angel' and we parted...
I called the number several times when I got home..to see if they ever picked her up..bizzy tone and voice mail...I will continue to call

~*BuNmI*~

Fate Fate Fate Free will Fate Free will Fate Free will.........

(Photo by Bunmi)

"There are three basic positions we can adopt on the question of free will: either we have absolute free will, or we have no free will at all, or we have a certain measure of free will. The idea that we are absolutely free is clearly far-fetched, for there are certain obvious restrictions on our freedom: we are not free to do anything that we are physically incapable of doing. For example, we cannot change the past, breathe under water, or fly like a bird. In addition to these physical limitations, there are also psychological limitations on our freedom: our mental conditioning and our numerous habits and instincts play a major role in determining our actions. Some people might say that all these constraints are so powerful that we have no control over them whatsoever and have no free will at all. This extreme position is known as fatalism, predeterminism, or 'hard' determinism. According to fatalism, we cannot choose to do anything other than what we do choose to do; everything we do is predestined, and our feeling of being free is an illusion. Fatalism is impossible to prove, but it's also impossible to disprove, because a fatalist would say that whatever we do or say to try and disprove fatalism is itself determined by fate! "

David Pratt

"I can say that with this comment, I agree. The simple things we do are all pre determined. Every decision, every choice...everything happens for a reason. However, I often find myself questioning fatalism and even the idea of there being a God present, because all the suffering that goes on. Is all that predetermined too? Moreover, are we helpless products of free will or merely determined by Fate? Free will is Fate. FREE WILL is FATE. How can this be? Our actions are free will, yes, we do and say as we wish. However, it is fate that determines our free will. Working together, hand in hand simotaneously. Our free will is determined by Fate!."

~*BuNmI*~

I'm always finding amazing music. Recently [july 2008] I've discovered this musical genius named Shwayze. He has a song you may know called, 'Corona and Lime'. I love this song.


this is the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-38tShbnTg

I love their sound. It's not that difficult to market music to a variety of different groups. they have a soft-rock-rap sound and I LUV IT! Some of their lyrics are out there though. However, in this case the sound got me and I sort of tolerate some of the things he says.

A problem I have with their videos are the excessive use of skinny ass white girls. I'm not sure if it's the work of their marketing manager or video director, or maybe it's just A blackman's obsession with white women? Not sure not sure.

Another Viva la White Girl luver group I like is Gym class Heroes. Shwayze is better then them however.
The truth is I only like two songs by GClassH.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiiU-Fky18s

~*BuNmI*~

Now I'll say this, I'm not a complete advocate of The Anti-Lil Wayne deal. I just believe he's given way too much credit then he deserves and it's dangerous. However, this would not be fair unless Lil Wayne had some say, so let's hear, see {rather} his words....




"your career just isnt fair,
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed..."

Now, first off, I'll have you know that A menstrual cycle is NOT a Venereal disease of any sort. And 2nd, who the HELL uses metaphors to compare them self to women bodily functions such as a DAMN period???

It's as if he doesn't even write his stuff, he just goes into the booth high, spittin' any ISH that comes to his brain dead mind.

"Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind, Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time, Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar, And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha cha chopper, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper, Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin, Tell the coppers... hahahaha you can't catch em, you can't stop em"

Oh, so you don't write your stuff. you don't invest time and produce lyrics that actually have Meaning? Hmmmm...interesting. {I would have never guessed} I guess he doesn't have a vision. Every good "hip-hop" artist should have a vision, or else your not, your just a guy with words that ryhme. A person who has gave in to the capitalistic portion of the music industry who spoon feeds our youth poison in the form of words and images...all for $ money $

"A millionaire I'm a young money millionaire What chyall really want it naw Y'all don't really wanna do it If hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluid And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it Notice I say 'it' cause to me, it ain't shit Get. it. Call me whacha like trick? Call me on my sidekick Never answer when it's private Man I hate a shy chick Don't you hate a shy chick I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo' She changed her name to my chick"

Now now, there's no need to change the subject, if you want to help preserve the process and support the process of "killing hip-hop", then that's your problem. How did you go from that to talking about a shy chick? I don't get it, maybe the listeners do? Or maybe your just going through a phase? A money, degrade women, drugs ...phase..I'm sure it's okay. And I'm not 100% sure the lyrics are that bad..

"Swimming laps around a bottle of Louis the Thirteenth
Jumpin' off of a mountain into a sea of Codeine
I'm at the top of the top, but... still I climb
And if I should ever fall, the ground would then turn to wine
Pop, pop, I feel like flying, then I feel like frying, then...
(I feel like dying) "
"I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanax bars I have just boarded a plane, without a pilot And violets are blue, roses are red Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead Wish I can give you this feeling... I feel like buying And if my dealer don't have no more, then... (I feel like dying) "

Wait a minute...dude? Are you okay? I mean are you SANE? Weed, Louis the Thirteenth, Codeine, I mean! come on...Xanax.
Don't tell me your hooked on prescription drugs now, that's some white teen type ish mann... Codeine impairs thinking and the physical abilities required for driving and etc.. Alcohol and other sedatives, such as Xanax, can produce further brain impairment and even confusion when combined with codeine.....!!!!!!!..... Therefore, alcohol and other sedative intake should be limited when taking codeine. Codeine may be habit forming. Sounds to me like you are taking them ALL and you are an ALL around Drug Addict? I guess money and semi-college cred can't earn you your SANITY??
"I mean the world just ain't gon' never change So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let 'em hang Dawg I swear it's very rough out here for the youngstas
Like everybody against me 'cause I'm a young thug"

Like Dang! if you say it, it's true dude, try being positive...
I honesty believe that if he could just get his priorities and his mind straight. he could be a beast! I mean a fierce beast. A REAL hip-hop rapper and artist. But until then here's a public announcement about safe sex by yours truly ....Lil Wayne

"I'm in yo', neighborhood area, CD thang, tape deck IPod, ya gurlfriend and she say I got great sex Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex 'cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text Heh-heh, so wrap it up Bu-bu-but, he's so sweet sh-she wanna lick the rapper"

Oh and I almost forgot, MAN what were you thinking? Kissing Birdman?

"Black women are significantly less likely to marry than white women, but among blacks, women with a college education are more likely to marry than those who do not."

The fact is and the most important in my opinion is that I'm in that statistic. I'm a part of those African-"American" women who may not EVER get married. It scares me at times when I think about it.

With all the Black men in the world, statistics say that I might not get to be with one.

So the question is....what's happening to all of them? Where are they?

Well we know where a lot of them are: Locked Up.Cleaning Toilets.Selling Drugs On The Corner.With White Women......

Like I said before, it's scary! I've never really thought about it before in this way. I know competion has it's stuff, and I'm sure sometimes we try and strike-out in realtionship attempts; but what happens when you arn't even given a chance?

I don't want to marry anything other than a Black guy. Of African decent. It's not a racist thing nor a discrimination thing. It's just simply the truth. Indian Culture prohibits interatial marriges at a certain point, greeks, asians, mostly the same. So why should it matter if I believe the same.

But Hey, maybe I'll meet that guy I want. A radical Revolutionary. An Artist. A Sincerely Good Guy.

~*BuNmI*~

It seems as though people love to judge me. Criticize, chastize, and all that good stuff. People are always asking me why I do this and why I do that, but never stopping and asking themselves the same question. Now I wish I had an answer. I wish I could tell them truly why I smile. And truly why I'm so aware. I wish I could just open up and tell them they only see the surface of a soul who has traveled so far. Through rocky roads and torn between two parents trying to please both parties and I started trying to please the world..I guess?? But you can't please everybody and I've learned to accept that.

I've been told before that I'm too nice.

I've been told before that I'm a racist

I've been told before I'm too smart, work too hard, smile too much and the list goes on.....

I guess a part of living is dealing with criticism. However, at times that can get to be too much. There are times when I feel like being around people who will accept me as who I am and not try and change me. There are times when I just want people to want me as ME. I've had so many different personalities I sometimes forget who I am.

I'm not fake, I just naturally try and adjust to my surroundings. At times I'm crazy, at times I'm focused, at times I'm a "regular" teen, and at times I act as if I've been on Earth for decades..

But who Am I who am I who Am I.

I remember times where I use to go to church, I remember a time when I fought, I remember a time when my best friend was WHITE, I remember a time when I LOVED lil romeo {ILK!} I remember a time when I was depressed and was close to Suicide!

I was a differnt person in each of those scenarios and I won't say for a seccond say that I'm a better person then that girl I use to be. Maybe more wise and intelligent. More developed physically and intellectually.



~*BuNmI*~