Her latest post
one can only assume she is talking about tattle.
She writes like a stupid person trying to sound clever. She’s the kind of chick who gets the dictionary out to try and find words in replacement of other words to try and sound like she’s intelligent but everything sounds forced and out of context.
As for people who use tattle being talentless, let’s not go there Candi. You sold your bits to dirty men for designer shoes and handbags. Not sure your talents were above us all then ay?!!
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candicebrathwaite
Well to be honest, really honest, I feel I haven’t written for a while. Sure I’ve let my fingers waltz upon the keyboard but that’s only been to meet the standards set by my critics which are usually so low a mediocre limbo could perhaps suffice. But to hand myself over to my gift so thoroughly that like a child on Christmas morning I’ve allowed myself to be ripped open with only a crazed smile as an audience? Well no I haven’t been there in a minute. Because becoming lackadaisical is a symptom of suffering from bullshit. Gossip and pretence are only hobbies for those who have no other talents. And more often than not those most affected by their by standing are those who should be getting on with being just that - the talent.
But it’s far too easy to get distracted by the insignificant and insincere. And now I have to deliver some harsh self discipline and remind myself that this is how they want it.
I must tell you that’s how they want it.
My dear you’ve come to far to get swept away by moments most nursery children would quickly tire from observing. You are here to do real work. And it is this work they hope they can undo with distractions and deflection. Stay rooted in your transaction with honesty. Once again become familiar with your reason for existing because this is the flame that can set alight to false idols and simaltanously shed light on the plentiful injustices that continue to erode your people. Our people.
With that said, I think I’m starting to write again and I mean really write. If I want words to wither in my presence, I need to once again commit to practice. Because admittedly my metaphors are a little cantankerous and I’m not as confident as I used to be. But few things withstand pressure like the pen. And my own, bent to suit my experience and scuffed by nothing more than names I will perhaps never remember, will always, always, be mightier than the sword.
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