Confessions of a B-Girl

"boots laced tight with a multi-colored spirit of might...that's what b-girls are made of." 
- AbsoluteVenus

my sophomore year in high school (circa 1993),
back then cassette tapes housed beats.
i took my summer job money to buy maxi-singles.
common (sense), black moon, black sheep, camp lo and more.
stacked the cases up, flipped out the liner notes on the floor.
i mostly read them to see where the samples were from.
now we got the-breaks.com, oh how far we've come.

my love for hip-hop keeps me from listening to some current artists.
not all, but some are vandalizing the style - the soul of the game.
the popularity. the profitability. the fame.
tainting the purity of the form.
an unformulated formula has become formulaic.
simplistic. a nursery rhyme. babble-istic.
monochrome drones.

the b-girl craves noise, organized or otherwise, cause it speaks to her soul.
good noise - the kind that kisses her ears and makes her smirk.
the kind that makes her remember the night before and the morning after.
the noise that makes her feel like summer and crave winter, cause the gear is tight.

forever intrigued by the creation of things that transcend time,
is why she has crates filled with vinyl.
and composition books full of rhymes.
these are the confessions of a b-girl written line for line.

AbsoluteVenus
© 2011