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14 April, 2006


For anyone who has ever experienced a Blue Monday... hold on to this: -

My hair is still bobbing and without weaving
My butt is still bouncing and behaving
And with the help of Wonder
My breast still got some game in
I'm still living and breathing
Still singing
Still smiling
Still Bitchin
Still whining

I'm still living in hope and scheming
Still paying bills and dreaming
Although I'm still smoking and choking
I'm still planning to pack it in
In the meantime, I'll still pack 'em in
I'm still wondering where my career is going
Still guessing when I should be knowing
Works still giving me a f*cking kicking
Still, I'll stick it out instead of jacking it in

I'm still gazing at the constellations
Still show my Creator due appreciation
Still laughing
still crying
Still giving
Still trying
Still stopping dem people from breaking my will
Still trying sometimes to just be still
Still trying not to judge
Still trying not to hold a grudge
Still letting people piss me off
But when it's over, still wish them luck
Still happy
Still scared
Still free,
Still Black
Still Woman
Still Me.

'Still' © by Deborah Harper, aka: UrbanPoet.

Black Money Black Market

Right... got to get a bit political here. Now I work in advertising and I have to say the Ethnic representation both within the industry and towards us is shabby. So I'm not holding a damn thing back...

Black Money, Black Market
It really is no wonder to me
That after 400 years of slavery
Degradation, poverty
That there's so much strength in
Black Money

We've had to work harder than
The Chinnie, White or Indian
To regain our rightful position
That it's no wonder we're worth 32 BILLION*
Pounds to the consumer market

We're a booming industry
An emerging middle-class community
Driving Z3's and Lexus jeeps
Investing heavily
In the latest technology
Wearing diamonds and gold
Dressing in Versace.
If money were water
We'd own an estuary.

Yet we get no recognition
For our loyalty and ambition
Of pumping money into Britain.
No one advertises to me
To sell me shampoos or plasma TV's
No images of me drinking Kenko coffee
Or investing wisely in an insurance policy

Why? Do I offend thee?

"Yes! Because we've had time to evaluate
And We believe you'll alienate
The White majority who populate
Rule Brutannias welfare state
So whether we include you or eliminate
You'll still spend without debate
So cheers for your Black Money mate".

Emancipated, liberated, educated
Hustler, t'ief or job related
Buy it, rent it or hire purchase
Black Money is strong on a growing
Black Market

*Source: IPA - Sept 2004


Intro: I was having a retail therapy moment yesterday, beating up the debit card at all my old favourite name-brand shops. Well it's what a girl does best. But then I remembered this poem I wrote a while back and a touch of buyers- remorse kicked in. I'm not taking anything back (hell no!), but this is my reality check. P.S. It's a spoken word poem, so go with the flow.

I used to dress
As if my finanical interests
In Ralph Lauren, Gucci or
Wouldn't be caught unawareness
Without a name in even my vest
So Yes
I was paying dear to appear
As if with money I was blessed
Meanwhile my bank pile
Was bowing under duress
And every month the bills
would give me sleepless nights
And pure stress!

But to have a compliment
About my latest
Would fill my foolish pride
With joy and self importantness
Cheap I was not
But soon that had to stop
Or else I would be sleeping
In the doorway of a shop
And it probably
Would not be
Prada or Versace

So I acknolwledged that my
Shopoholic ways may never cease
But the rate at which
I spend my Queens
Would have to be decreased
And Hell, who would know
That I traded in my 'G's
From Calvin Klein, DNKY
To generics from Benny Dees!!

And now I still get compliments
On my clothes and jewellery
But the most I spend is £2.99
Or three for £5.50.
So I let my foolish pride be still
For I know it feels no pain.
Cheap clothes on back
And savings stashed
There's no shame in my game.

'Cheap' © By Deborah, aka: UrbanPoet

13 April, 2006

Half Full

Got no appetite cos not been feeling too good
But the weightloss
Is kicking arse
U see, my cup is half full

Developed insomina and no amount of sheep wool
Can make me nod
So I started this blog
U see, it's all good.

Read on and enjoy.

By Deb, aka: UrbanPoet

'Ation' Nation

I've been checking the situation
And I've come to the conclusion
That we're living on spoon-feed information
And given just enough to avoid starvation
By our very own parlimentation
Who are ruling by pure hypocriation
While they go off and fight various other nations
Creating a state of utter confusion
'Bout dem looking for weapon of mass destruction
Meanwhile creating more taxation,
False inflation,
World Police and Globlisation
What a hell of a occupation!

And what about the dumbing down of the nation
Is this another tactic of the Blair Witch projection?
Reality TV on every freakin' station
Can't get away from the Goodies and the Hiltons
The Geeks and the Islands
The mind-numbing celeb-rification
Of has-beens reinventation
Singing and snogging to regain their position
Meanwhile my braincells are in sterilsation
Sponsored by Big Brother Cryonic Suspension
To make covert operations
A part of my normal everyday situation

Sneaking 3GSM 'always on' connections
In to my home, my car and my every transaction
How u think they know your identification
When dont pay the charge for traffic congestion?
And can track down criminals by their mobile's location.
Oyster cards are to avoid fare evasion?
Or is tap in, tap out Red Ken's companion?

Like HD TV, watching it, watching me

Well I could go on with all these comparisions
But you get the picture of my pointification
Indeed, pure frustration
Nanny state or nay, God Save the 'Ation'.

'Ation Nation' © By Deborah: aka Urbanpoet