Truth

to say that our justice system has failed would be an understatement –  but what pisses me off is the fact that they kill us right in front of our own faces-  video footage, camera phones, even news papers- but they still get off and leaving us with the same long faces- fighting the same fight since Malcom and Martin- leads to me to ask this question how did all of this get started??- Cointelpro used to setup and destroy the Black Panther Party and for those of you who are still sleep that stands for Counter Intelligence Program – Just google that’s how I got started- but you know what they say if you want to hide something from niggas just put it in a book- so that’s what piss them off when I open my mouth you can tell I read books-  Trump ain’t shit and neither is his entire cabinet- he came for the Obama Administration regarding a birth certificate, but his wife doesn’t speak good English so how can the pot call the kettle anything?- public lynching of Trayvon, Keith, Philando, Freddy, Eddie, Tamir the list can go on and on- let us kill one of theirs and see if they still sing the same song- killing the oppressed is nothing new- the only difference is that today’s technology brings it closer to you- the images, the graphics, the anger of it all- and for those of you who aren’t angry or even appalled- look at you kids and ask yourself if that were your child wouldn’t you want justice for all??- a black life has no meaning or even value- but when its time to kick or dribble a ball they put us on a pedestal- I’m going to end this like this- I’m black and proud to be so in order for my kids to grow I have to feed them with knowledge and integrity- Black Panther Party, Black Lives Matter, they all uphold a dream, but before you silence me- I would rather die on my feet than live on me knees……….

 

Brittany “BossLady” Johnson

 

 

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Queendom Come

As I adjust my crown- Thick lips- skin tone brown-  short in stature but never too small to get at you- didn’t jump off  the porch I eased up with a slow bob- don’t mistake me for cocky just a very confident one-  never arrogant I know when to toot my own horn- my crown sits high like the very essence I came from- my strong back built for carrying- wide hips made for bearing- smart tongue due to swearing- fist fights due to not caring-  ambitious is my nature- if we don’t see eye to eye two fingers to you I’ll see you later- never the one to judge not a know it all- just cant be around those who have an I.Q of dumb- in due time it will be my time to shine- never in a rush I believe in a slow but steady grind- because of my frame I get mistaken for ladies who like to dutty wind-  I’ve already introduced me if you need a refresher course Google me- I’m that country chick name Boss Lady- Queendom Come is the name of this and once I swing I never miss- as I slow stroke with my sharpie, choo-choo, or number 2- sit back and enjoy the ride because making love with words is something I love to do- and just like milk I do a body good to…………………..

 

 

Brittany “BossLady” Johnson

 

 

 

My Own Competition

It is only me that can beat me- It’s only me that can fail me- I only compete with the one who looks back at me in the mirror and that is ME- I run this race with me- so when shit starts to slow down I can blame nobody but me-  never the one to let the next get to me so I stay in my own lane- those H.O.V. lanes on the highway were meant for ME- I am my own worse enemy, my biggest critic, the one who see’s all the flaws in me- I am the one who coaches myself and will not allow myself to fail or fall because that’s not in me- I am the nightmares that keep me up and I can also be a beautiful dream- either way it goes I see no competition because it is only me that can stop me!- I don’t wake up from fairytales or puppy filled dreams- I wake up and ask myself how can I defeat the yesterday in me- Yesterday is gone, today is here, and tomorrow is never promised so before its over for me- I will make sure I fulfill the maximum amount of potential in me- I’m my own competition the one who see’s the good and bad within me- my own competition the one who dismissed herself out of circles because they weren’t big enough to hold me- my own competition the one who remains focused and dismisses herself if the conversation is beneath me- my own competition the one who isn’t afraid to lose it all and start over because that is the hunger in me- my own competition- the one who wears multiple hats so if your work ethic doesn’t match or supersede mine- then in my path you weren’t meant to be!

 

 

 

 

Brittany “BossLady” Johnson

Warm Up

I took a break had to sharpen my wordplay- had to take a step back and evaluate the words I had to say- had to make sure my comeback was anticipated; meaning they took in what I said so now they are ready for what I have to say- had to make sure my tools could be used to inform, school, and teach- not like these false prophets who put suits on trying to preach- as always I give a disclaimer I may step on your toes in this process, but don’t take offense because every now and then your teeth tell your tongue to quit starting shit!- I step on my own toes- I sit back and check me because if I can be the checker then I have to be able to disagree with me- this is my word warm up my word exercise if you please- this is how I get ready to feed the need- the need for the truth- the need for knowledge- the need to feed those who can’t see pass the bullshit or the drama- can’t see pass the broken promises and empty dreams- a street poet if you will- so don’t be fooled by my glasses; class didn’t teach me this skill- my mouth is slick but my pen is slicker so I won’t hurt you physically although I can but its safer on paper- So I make no time to see the white man- I can’t catch a case by putting together words real quick- so I sooth my soul and write these words down so with my sharpie, number 2, or even my choo choo I can so eloquently tell you to suck my dick- this exercise of mine is coming to a close- my ghetto gospel is dedicated to those- pimps, drug dealers, and prostitutes I never knock anybody’s hustle because through your stories I use literature to salute!

 

 

 

 

Brittany ” BossLady” Johnson

Truth Hurts

I was taught early to depend on myself due to lack of support from the ones that I thought would give their last breath- never the one to be coddled or even spooned- I guess from day one I had a mission soon as I came out the womb- sitting back in awe and disbelief sometimes I can’t believe that this is the person who raised me?- grades remained passing, but my focus was on something bigger- always been the black sheep, the outcast, the one that seem to be different- I marched to my own beat-  so the attention for negativity was always on me- the scapegoat of the family, but hey somebody got to play that role- but things got heated when I decided to switch my goals- in the path to find me I lost them- can’t say I’m mad just disappointed that you still can’t see your own bullshit- but I digress certain things are no longer for me-like kissing the ass of someone who can’t contribute positivity or anything to me- I’ll let you all have that and  you can remain asleep as the world and myself grows bigger- because I’m on a quest to better myself, my family and find me- I may step on some toes and I may even hurt a few souls, but being dishonest isn’t in me- so as soon as you wake up then maybe you should reach out to me- maybe you should find yourself, your backbone, or even your dignity and then find me- the wave length and the path that we are on does not seem to be connecting- is it because I have grown and you all have remained stagnant? – or is it that you are ok with being known as a has been?- once you remove your head from the ass that keeps you- then you can see why your flesh and blood keeps her distance from you- no grudge not even a tear to shed but that book you clutch so tight- go back and read the story of Cain and Abel and then you will see why in your family there lies so much pain and strife- you can’t preach the word without being willing to be taught- so in this message I will leave you with my final thought- in my eyes you are a hypocrite and very contradictory by nature- just sad to say that you can’t see after a man gets to know you he no longer wants to save you- that trait you have passed down to your very first seed- now I will sit back and watch her children destroy her just as you have done your seeds………

Brittany “BossLady” Johnson

Non-Delusional

now this may step on a few toes but as you continue to read you will see I wouldn’t care if I stepped on yours, his, or her toes – growing up being brainwashed thinking that the church building was going to save me – now as I am getting older I realize that a God has always lived inside of me – deep roots is what made me – but as a child I let society raise me – now as I’m on this path of self knowledge I now realize that I’m going to be saved regardless- not because somebody told me I would be, but because I’m on a path of self knowledge and my history is now clear to me – them white folks tricked us and made negroes believe in Christianity- but who did we pray to before they gave us that white man on a cross with a perm swearing he would save folks that looked like you and me? – Have you ever looked at the first set of Bibles? -Did you ever wonder what that symbol stood for? -but us being niggas we just took it and ran with it not ever second guessing or questioning what it stood for – you want to fool a nigga keep info in a book- white supremacist got our minds so messed up they got us thinking its us who’s the crook!- they stole our land, our freedom, our families, but we keep running to a building in hopes of salvation- nigga please you better believe in a higher power and begin meditating! – the same white man that’s on the cross can’t save you or me you want to know why? – well its because that ain’t even Jesus its Caesar Borgia the gay lover of Leonardo da Vinci – now you tell me how this man is supposed to save you or me?- he needed to save his damn self but us black folks never want to really know the truth – we would rather get all dressed up and listen to someone who just robbed you! – Church is a business and its ran good- you ever notice that its so many churches right beside each gun and liquor store in every BLACK neighborhood? – yeah get saved then when you leave go get drunk and kill each other, but you can run to the church and still be covered! – So now when they ask what religion I am I say I’m Non-Delusional!- research who we really are and you will see our history didn’t start on a plantation, but that’s what they want us to believe- Look I can only do and say so much its up to you to do as I have done and am doing and that’s to read- or you can continue being a certified negro under warranty until the day you leave!

Brittany “Boss Lady” Johnson

Side Effects of a Man

she watches you as you sleep – in love with you so deeply-  she gets you ready for work – and even greets you when you get off with a smile knowing deep down her heart hurts – she closes her eyes as you kiss her good bye- but as soon as you turn to leave tears fill her eyes – she’s in love with you so deeply – that she believes every lie you tell her knowing that with another woman you have been sleeping – her heart hurts and her eyes filled with hope – she believes in this love and pretends that nothing is ever wrong but she wants to cry out to you and ask why are you doing her so wrong- why lead me on and tell me you want this family to work – when deep down you have done so much to her its hard for her to believe that anything will ever work – but yet she still believes in this love – you all created life and brought it into this world – she looks at you and then looks at your babygirl – she believes the lie because in her life she only pictured you – no other man touches her the way you do – no other man makes her feel the way you do – and no other kiss makes her feel the way she feels about you – through every trial and tribulation she has been there- so in her mind when you make another woman feel good- she dies a little inside and when you leave she screams this isn’t fair- she knows she can do better and there are other men out there- but her heart wants you and that’s something she just can’t  share- her heart is pure and loyal and wants you to see her for who she is- she is your backbone, your wife, and the mother of your kids- with each chance she has given you, you say you will do right-  but those promises change when you come home after midnight – pretending she doesn’t know- she just ask how was your day and swallows her tears as he explains how his day goes – her pride, confidence, and self esteem all gone but through it all she holds her head high- praying that one day he will stop to see her heart before it passes by- feeling as though she will never be enough for this man she loves so deep -she sits in silence and thinks about the good times and begins to weep – will they ever get those back? – has he gotten comfortable with hurting her? – these are all questions that tend to bother her – when she leaves he says come closer – but when she stays he loves her no longer – confused and ashamed that a man has made her feel this way – she could no longer take living and ended it on his birthday – a message to her kids was written and said- never live your life for anyone else live your life for you instead…………………..

 

Brittany ” BossLady” Johnson

 

The Truth… Part 1

As I’ve stated before I don’t write about puppies, clouds, or rainbows so my thought process may offend you, but truth be told somebody got to say it so if this isn’t the type of truth you want then I’m not the person for you- Our worlds may cross, but our paths will remain different because for the simple minded I can no longer make time for you-  material things, bags, shoes, and acceptance that’s that shit that appeases you, but knowing the truth about who I am and where I come from you see that’s that shit that leaves niggas like you confused! – knowing that their is a hidden agenda to kill off niggas like you- while they may smile in your face they are plotting on ways to kill and remove organs from people who look like you- organ trade is just like the slave trade just now they dress it up and use mainstream media to confuse niggas like you- they sale your information in the prison systems after they have received DNA samples from people who look like me and you! – you think your healthcare provider really gives a damn about you?-  nah they can’t wait to see organ donor on your license so they can plot a way to destroy you- black blood has always reigned supreme why do you think they made us believe in their God during slavery? – if you really read the Bible it states God had hair of wool and feet of clay and his skin was bronze -so you tell me what white man looks this way- they don’t want to tell you that some of those stories were taken from ancient Egyptian tombs, but they use some of own words in a building called church just so they can pay a bill, but tell you if you pay the gates you will make it through!- hate to burst your bubble but God lives within you! – its when you reach your highest power and giving becomes 2nd nature to you!-  yet again they list names of cities and countries in the Bible and get you to believe that this white man died for your sins but Egypt is in Africa and its hot as hell so there is no way a white dude could’ve truly died for you! – is there a higher power? – is there a God? – yes the answers to these 2 questions still remain true, but if you read a book and look up who we really are its there plain as day during slavery we were killed if we thought this way- secret societies, illuminati, racism do you really think they don’t exist? – if you think I’m lying then answer this question for me why did they kill Sean, Tamir, Koryn, Trayvon, Mike, Alton, or Philando  and then turn around and blame them for the bullshit? Black Lives Matter yeah until we start to read- I could go on all day but I got a black husband and black kids that need this knowledge from me- I can continue to school you, but to some its just a waste of time for me- you will forever be lost, but don’t worry whenever you do wake up- there is a spot for you beside me!

Brittany ” BossLady” Johnson

sssssshhhhhhhhhh………… Part 2

you see as I dig further into knowing myself- I see there are some things that were covered up so I couldn’t truly learn what type of person I myself was dealing with- this God that they put out for us to bow down to is nothing more than a homosexual clown who decided not only men but his sister he would screw- but you want me to bow down and kiss this white man’s feet- excuse my language but I be damned if I bow down to anything or anybody who look like folks who have and still are trying to enslave me- truth be told this God that you speak so highly of is a mere figment because before HIS story there was a story that was told millions of years ago- that man looked just like me and HE is who I bow down to at night in search of HIM to rescue me- nobody wants to be honest and real about our history- lets keep living our lives with shades on so nobody can know that we know our true history- the fact of the matter is you beat us, raped us, chained us and forced this religion on me and if I worshipped an Afrikan God you would kill me! – White Supremacy at its best but thank God since Elementary school I’ve kept who I truly was close to my chest- why is Brittany so quiet and why is she to herself? -because I can’t waste my time on the shallow minded while I’m in search for self-  The Klan no longer wear white sheets they were blue with a badge and kill black folks then scream, “I was afraid for my life that nigga was gonna kill me!”- maybe I shouldn’t discuss what it is I know because if I read books and discover this cover up which way will their guns blow?- should I remain in silence and teach my kids this bullshit history or die with a purpose so they won’t be ashamed of their identity? – win or lose, right or wrong, I will never believe what my teachers explained to me because while niggas is out here celebrating the 4th of July I’m looking up Juneteenth- 1776 we were still in the field but you niggas running round here with red, white, and blue on like a loose chicken on top of a hill – why did MLK die, why did Malcolm die, Medgar Evers, the list goes on and on- they can try to burn our books, but once we all wake up then freedom forreal will really be our song! – you still keep waiting for reparations- truth be told they know they owe us but choose to continue to enslave us- the cure for AIDS was on its way to the states but the African doctor who made it -his body was later on misplaced- the money is in the medicine not the cure- you think in this lifetime you will ever see that cure?- look I don’t mean to be longwinded but this is something I had to get off my chest- either we wake up and stop killing each other or be prepared to get your children a bullet proof vest………..

 

Brittany “BossLady” Johnson