I must admit;
I’m terrified of the present and past tense
Medicinal rations get me past it.
Until my luck runs out;
Screaming I Wont come down!
My bad days are so bad that my good days are so good that I get a…
Rush; So I’m climbing up.
This aint so rough, but.
The hardest part is the way down they said…
I dont dread. IT. NOT A BIT.
Just chillin’ on this mountain top lit…
And I must admit.
Its real nice up here.
Looking down at my next nightmare.
-Nina
Another day,
the nish naabe way
bkaanak giizhgad.
anthems of the indigenous kind
from ancestral beats flowing down the traplines
it’s the deep bass that resonates filling up space
from the aether above us
connects the souls of our feet to the land below us
where cyphers breathe and spark, birthing
indigenous infused rhythms and resistance
maaba hip hop bemaadziwin, that’s the hip hop life.
Source: & See Full Article Here: —> bkaanak giizhgad
I started this blog when I was living in a shelter; it was a means of escapism as well as creativity in the form of writing and sharing. Ive come along way in the last 9 months and have received so much love and support from other bloggers. I love reading and seeing everyones different genres and styles of work that they choose to blog and am happy to be moving along in this journey with you all.
Peace for now!
Thank you!
-Nina
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