Simone Nikkole's Blog

In light of the “Senseless” killings of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile and the other killings in Atlanta and LA, I decided to write a #dearbullet series against the use of guns in everyday life.

So far I have written

#dearbluebullet – against police brutality

#dearmilitarybullet – anti-war

#deargangbullets – against gang violence

#dearactivibullets – encouraging activists, allies and #blacklivesmatter chapters around the world

#dearhunterbullet – against hunting for sport

if you have any idea that I have not covered yet please post it in the comments. I will be posting the broadsides for sale by the end of this week.

Due to subject matter, here is a snippet of “caress me crazy”… check it out in future project, “T.O. love Azúcar”

…Let your fingers do the talking

Slowly but passionately

Idk why I crave it

Maybe because it’s so secret

Anywhere and everywhere

Don’t need preparation or permission

Once you get started

Make sure we reach our destination

You know I get restless

And need the next natural process

Stay playing keep away

With my tongue

Wrestle with my lips

Until the audience

Is uncomfortable….

i want you to love me.

love me wholeheartedly.

love me without apology.

love me and don’t hide any feeling.

love me in my madness and my peace.

love me til my scars recede and my soul speaks.

love me til this dream becomes a daily reality.

i need you to love me.

love me like a drought loves rain.

love me like a fat kid loves cake.

love me like how the treble loves the bass.

love me like freedom.

love me like peanut better and jelly.

love me like macaroni and cheese.

love me through good times and disease.

love me like forever.

love me like life is not complete without me.

love me like your missing puzzle piece.

love me like i am an extension of you.

check the box if you have read these terms and conditions.

i love you.

love you wholeheartedly.

love you without apology.

love you and don’t hide any feeling.

love you in your madness and your peace.

love you til your scars recede and your soul speaks.

love you til our dream becomes a daily reality.

i need you to know and believe

i love you.

love you like a drought loves rain.

love you like a fat kid loves cake.

love you like how the treble loves the bass.

love you like freedom.

love you like peanut better and jelly.

love you like macaroni and cheese.

love you through good times and disease.

love you forever.

love you because life is not complete without you.

love you because you are my missing puzzle piece.

love you because you are an extension of me.

please copy above in your own handwriting so admission committee knows you agree.

lastly please initial, sign and date.

Once approved, take me out and seal our fate.

~26.apr.15~

#napomo2k15

::I know you’re lyin

‘Cause your lips are movin

Tell me do you think I’m dumb?

I might be young

But I ain’t stupid

Talking round in circles with your tongue

I gave you treble, you gave me sweet talk

Saying how I’m your number one

But I know you’re lyin

‘Cause your lips are movin

Baby, don’t ya know I’m done::

i should have known

when you keep selling

you, yourself have a hard time believing

what your tongue is spraying

how many different ways

can you tell me facts that never change

years for me you were hunting

but i was being cautious

of your advances

your reputation made you daunting

like a politician moving

wolf in sheep’s clothing

got all the up-and-coming skeptical of your whole being

::Boy, look at me in my face

Tell me that you’re not just about this treble

You really think I could be replaced?

Nah… I come from outer space

And I’m a classy girl

I’m a hold it up

You full of something but it ain’t love

And what we got is straight overdue

Good luck finding somebody new::

no matter what your business is doing

your actions are toxic

Free is the only way you be rocking

so your mind

you truely lost it

i’m taking my kids

on stage, mics we be dropping

giving you connections, i will be stopping

good luck in NY, tryna be footprinting

baby, each borough

got my number

blackballed you becoming

::if your lips are moving, if your lips are moving

If your lips are moving, then you’re lyin’, lyin’, lyin’, babe::(x2)

The elite tried to warn me

but i wanted you to be brand new

different time, different life

different situation, different scenes

Grant game money tight

Renigging on a promise, tho

that ain’t right

::Hey, baby, don’t you bring them tears

‘Cause it’s too late, too late, babe, oh

You only love me when i bring the dollars there

You’re so two-faced, two-faced, babe, oh

:If your lips are moving, if your lips are moving

If your lips are moving, then you’re lyin’, lyin’, lyin’, babe: (x2)

~20.apr.15~

#napomo2k15

Song lyrics from “Lips are Moving” by Meghan Trainor

sex, drugs, and rock & roll

why does this threesum always exist

to create the sickest and illest cacophony on the art scene

when i don’t need assistance being me

i create my existance

through phrases, lines and stanzas

notes,treble & bass

only accompany

my greatness

drugs never sleep with my creative

alcohol is a bonus additive

Vino the true device

to take me down

shut off the synapses

close the eyes

opening the soul

making dreams my new reality

a substance free creativity

so easy in my being

i allow it as heavenly message delivery

substance free imaginative streak

why is that so hard to strive to achieve

when did it become strange to see

sex and rock & roll with the Lucies and spliffs

Drugs & creative consciousness

Such a common partnership

I begin to wonder

if creativity was never God’s gift

But a seed to be watered

by temple damaging magic pills

liquids that get you lifted

and awkward concoctions

to get you wired

i thrive

in substance free creativity

haze is not what my bars crave

chemicals are not what i need

to make my trills and runs stay

in your ears to marinate

all i need

is

me

a god given message

a heart for delivery

a mode and method for my soul to speak

and lines on a page that are not afraid to get dirty

is my free flowing proclivity

for poet speak

such a rarity

i have become the minority

the naturally unnatural of mercenaries

called to bring peace and harmony

to the country

destined to succeed in world unity

completely substance free

while dispersing my projects

for all to eat and digest

resulting in a changed mission and personality

to be change we want to see

exude the positivity

our youth yearns to be

so our legacy

stretches form sea to sea

hilltop to mountain peak

resting when all are unafraid to accomplish their dreams

listening to their souls preach

through unadulterated creativity

tell me you see a possibility?

Nothing is impossible when you believe

~17.apr.15~

#napomo2k15

Due to the sensitive nature of this piece, I will only be posting a snippet of it. To see the whole piece, Order your copy of “Devil’s Music” in 2016.

Dry those tears madre

Everyday the pain travels farther

i now cry tears like a martyr

my voice has become stronger

anything God makes Satan can never put asunder

The strength you birthed in me

the 8th wonder

all women are as strong as a tea bag in hot water

yes i kept the whole truth

from you

only to keep our love as forceful as crazy glue

i didn’t want the remnant of pity and sorrow

to emanate from your soul windows

i wanted happiness to radiate

being something you continue to marinate

not the pain i endured

through my soul and spirit’s rape…

~11.apr.15~

#napomo2k15

when you said

i should be more like her

you voiced me dead

it never marinated in my brain

it just muffled around my head

my spirit began questioning

and quelling

its essence

i began to feel nonexistent

as my presence

was never good enough

never good enough for its own space

for its own stage

when you said

i should be more like her

you voiced me dead

it never marinated in my brain

it just muffled around my head

i was born in a different season

in between changing scenery

from cold autumn winds

to crispy inverno foliage

and shiny crystal visions

i wasn’t made to be

her splitting imagery

she is Spring

I am Fall AND Winter

personalities so different

dreams of opposite coastal success

our legacies will be royally addressed

when you said

i should be more like her

you voiced me dead

it never marinated in my brain

it just muffled around my head

“imitation is suicide”

a slap in the face of God

Telling Him he made a mistake

in His celestial clay

in His arms we both cling and stay

embrace our uniqueness

forever forward from this day

marvel in the passions we partake

for a better world, our hearts desire to make

~10.apr.15~

#napomo2k15

Dear woman with autumn in your hair,

Did you die your locs

For the freedom

Of the leaves in autumn

Did you miss the evergreens

And their bald transformations

Did you miss turkeys and the itis

Cold winds and family focused holidays

I see you try to follow trends

With strawberry to blonde ombre ends

As streaks to spice up

Your double Chocolate chip brownie thick width strands

Did you miss the pumpkin patches

So you added

A taste in your delicious crown

Of historical roots

Did you die your locs

For the freedom

Of the leaves in autumn

Please tell me

Quell my question

Because my crown

Is curiously wondering

~7.apr.15~

#napomo2k15

I wish I could b like you

So spicy your taste blocks out those that can’t stand it

Or hack it

Jalepaño bursting

Eyes tearing

I wish I could b like you

Lingering on lips

Staining bodies

So you never forget

Changing personalities of all you are in contact with

I wish I could be like you

Falling off bone

Shredded

But still with powerful presence

But still

No matter how many years I have been marinated

I have to fight to be noticed

I have to have a ting tang

Just to be worth something

I have to water down my substance

In order to be digested

And understood

I know I’m saucy

But the flavor seems not to last

Evaporating the moment I leave the mic or room

I thought the past was in the past

My present continues to mirror the past

Experience should increase your respect

Not diminish your impact

Luckily my mission is bigger than ego

Bigger than dollars and cents

It is heaven sent

Divinely favored

The road less traveled

The pen less managed

Freedom given to the soul

I guess because I am not food

Everyone has the right to be rude

Let them be pepper

And i be salt

My words have longevity and take you to school

I patented my swag

You can’t script this walk

~6.apr.15~

#napomo2k15

::I’ve been hid-ing

Afraid I’ve let you down, inside I doubt

That You still love me

But in Your eyes, there’s only, grace now::

Here I am

Mt olivet

Feeling the spirit wind

Around all the languages

My thoughts surround and inundate

how you away from me, they take

“Whoever fall upon that stone shall be broken”

You still are my broken piece

Nothing can equal your priceless worth

The silver equals that of dirt

H0w can they continue to quantify a soul of such a mighty birth

You continued to serve

When lead was your cause

No matter how many times they were to do you wrong

Peter thrice before the crow in the morn

But judas, but judas with a kiss before the dawn

::I am guilty

Ashamed of what I’ve done, what I’ve become

These hands are dirty

I dare not lift them up to the Holy one::

This shame your world did not have

I walked alongside you

Til the end of your time

Beautiful robe worn for a short while

Spiting on you m

Hitting you

Mocking you

They made up their mind

To kill you, the king of the jews

Two acts of “mercy”

At the place of the skull

Man of cyrene

Carrying your cross

Vinegar instead of water

Weakening you with every cost

I wish I was at gethsemane

Instead of you to take this on

::You plead my cause

You right my wrongs

You break my chains

You overcome

You gave Your life

To give me mine

You say that I am free

How can it be yes

How can it be ::

My hologram sat there

Foot of cross

Separated from my body

The only way I could be

Overcome by grief

barely comprehending john was to take care of me

As they gambled away the beauty you had adorned

As you continued to be scoffed

at by the crowd

no sympathy they had for you now

Three hours of sudden darkness

“My god why has thou forsaken thee”

My heart continues to break

As the earth began to shake

Take me lord, take me instead

Filled with sin,

I see you lower your head

Dreading what has to happen next

“it is finished” trickled from your lips

Your last cry

I held on to ever whimper

As You gave up your ghost

::Though I fall, You make me new

From this death I will rise with You

Oh the grace reaching out for me yes

How can it be

You plead my cause

You right my wrongs

You break my chains

You overcome

You gave Your life

To give me mine

You say that I am free::

Captive I was

To grief

To lose my most beloved Son

White was not pure enough

To be your last outfit

But I watched over you

My eyes pierced to each. and every. single.move even nature’s shift

I indulged you in spices and ointments

To show my care

Even though I felt and knew your spirit had left me there

::You plead my cause

You right my wrongs

You break my chains

You overcome

You gave Your life

To give me mine

You say that I am free

How can it be yes

How can it be::

Still Here I am

Mt olivet

Covered in the spirit wind

Around all the languages

But all I can think

is how you rose again

on Sunday morning

Thank you God for coming

back to me

::You plead my cause

You right my wrongs

You break my chains

You overcome

You gave Your life

To give me mine

You say that I am free x2

I am free yes

I am free::

5.apr.2015

Italicized Song/lyrics by lauren daigle, “how can it be”