Author: Navah The BuddaphliiiPublisher: Navah the Buddaphliii
ISBN: 9781734610659
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Languages : en
Pages : 86
Book Description
I would like to acknowledge those who inspired me to pick up a pen and create sound, a voice. Prince Rogers Nelson, who truly needs no introduction, was a genius in the eyes of millions. Consider "Purple Rain," what an abstract concept of reality. Let's just look at the title of the band, "The Revolution", What a powerful message. -I wanted to be just like him. Prince's "Controversy" album cover had the name Joni Mitchell on it. In the late 80's, we did not have Google. I had to know who she was. No one close to me knew. After a few years went by, I came to know she was a white singer, songwriter, and AMAZING. I went and bought all the albums I could find. My favorite album of hers is called "Court in Sparks'. She taught me I didn't have to be a painter to color the world, I could color with my words, vibrant hues, wild, and free. I've always been otherworldly, a bit of a transcendentalist, even as a child. The other children would make fun of me and most of them would call me a witch. Now that I'm all grown up, I see they were right. I am truly magical, especially with a pen in my hand. Poetry is the process of transformation for the one writing it. As I write, I encourage myself to look at everything in life as a constant change. I've enjoyed the ride on my own brain waves that inspire thought provoking concepts as I fall freely into the universe of imagination. After twenty years as a writer, I finally feel my time and effort is going to pay off. I am stepping out, taking a leap of faith in the title "Black Cocaine and Colorless Butterflies". Please understand, I am not promoting the use of cocaine. I am speaking figuratively about the black struggle I witnessed growing up in a poor, black, crack-cocaine drug infested community. Cocaine did not originate where I lived. The people outside of my community had to bring it there. We all have our demons and our struggles individually and collectively. The community needed a major transformation. I wanted to be a part of the transformation. I needed to see the drugs removed once and for all. I longed for the community to shed the weight of the black struggles and generational curses that plagued us. I was ready for us to morph into the butterflies we were meant to be as a collective, void of color. Poetry is my offering; it is my contribution to society.
