Textile Tapestry

Sometimes I am misunderstood by the way I express myself. At times I can be innovative or I take the old me off the shelf.

I think that I am often misunderstood because I try to appease each and everyone of you so I stand out as if I am constantly being interviewed.

I have been around this world making statements, lending my expertise to the causes of humanity, yet some still feel I am just concerned with shallow vanity.

However, this is furthest from the truth! I never wanted you to be enslaved by my fruits! It is man who labels me and charges a fee when my expression is always free!

I am so misunderstood yet I keep showing up but it is not me who corrupts fabrics dividing mankind. I don't command a runway with seasonal changes or generational times.

I am simple as a fig leaf figuratively speaking; free flowing as a grass skirt. My hues vary from red clay to dark brown dirt. I simply desire to protect and provide a daily revival promoting individual style. I can be classy or flashy, but always filled with passion!

I am an icon, I am Fashion.

Written by ONEI 2010

Invisible World

When you walk up the street
Do you ever think to greet
The junkie turned bum with the highest degree
The real hustler’s, busters walking the street
This is his home no matter how neat
It’s not
You cross the street like the block is hot or
Like walking by him gonna blow up your spot
You must have a problem
Is something wrong with his home?
Although you crossed over you still in his zone

Just say hi, hello, hey, wussup
Oh you too busy to speak to his stinking butt?
Looked at his gear
Assumed he didn’t care or gave a fuck
As you rush to daycare, bitchin’ life is tough
“Can you spare some change?”
(I don’t want to steal.)
“I’ll even have the left over from your meal.”
“I don’t get too many. Can I have a minute of your time?
“A penny would be plenty perhaps a dime?”

You stare and peep at him through the tinted windows of your jeep
As he picks the scabs of his infected feet
Stare at his clothes that are old circa I have dream speech
Matted beard smelling of soot from the heat used to warm chilly type nights
Overall look that tells you America ain’t right!

So as you walk down the street thinking, “This creep!”
Remember
You sow and you reap

o.n.e.i. 2001

Mirrors

Reflections reflect
What you cannot recollect
Remember the irrational
Reason the reside is in your reflection
Reflecting like a reflector
Remember reconsider reflecting
Within your reservoir retreat
Reflect upon your rational self and relocation
Is what you will reconsider.

Y-'all Write

Some of y'all write to excite Write to shed light
Onto a situation at night
Write to fight
write to ignite the spark in the plight
Write to feel good
write cause they should
Write to feed famished brains food
Write to be cool write to fool w
rite to share knowledgeOr take some to school
write preschool
Write dissertation animation
Write plain or complication
Write to bond or free your mind
You me write
for we be
Writing for rights
Reciting all night so your soul can get right
Write tight like chorus line
Girls write to tell the woes
of lifeBoys write 'bout girls
We write each other until we earl
Write to save a life write to ease strife
Write to right all thats gone left
Rites of passage
Writings of massive movements
We write to gripe get a grip and writeUntil blurry in sight
so who right
When we write dynamite
Alright

O.N.E.I.
copyright 2001

Mental Health In America

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The Gully

I have heard about the hard money times . I have watched people cut back on some things but we have only now started to feel what some have felt for years. So I will keep this one short. Welcome America to the color reality ! Now you will see the true feeling of black and white !

o.n.e.i.
2009

Real Time

Real time. As in, as we speak. Real time has really forced us to operate in a delayed state waiting for the update. Allowing us to fill in otherwise meaningful space and time with sublime real time frames behind the ongoing pains. Media take out fake out our senses. We miss the glimpses of our children, aging parents, our aging faces which are apparent in real advertisements. Caught in the digital circus and unspoken divide stay in the moment its real momentum is live.
O.N.E.I. (c) 2009