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…I am an artist, photographer, organizer, socialite, writer, producer, entrepreneur, mentor and real impact in this city in a short amount of time. I have made mistakes, burned bridges, and realized what true accountability is. The elasticity of vices and virtues are inevitable but that is what makes me human. How I react to those hardships and misfortunes continue to set the course along elasticity to greatness. That journey between the two is full of accountability, inflection, and action. The internal and external struggles may seem endless but time isn’t real but your relationships and reputation are. You are on your own mental journey with guidance from external influences. Those influences impact your health, mind, and daily life. Again, they can influence your mental journey but your journeys between hardship and greatness are one you saddle up your own mental mind and travel that road alone. You can either gallop, trot, or spring in either direction…
-Chazmen McCarter 1.20.21
Life’s been rough since day one but at age 17, you start to see a silver lining. That’s not it though. You learn that the silver lining doesn’t exist. Well, at least not in your world. There is no escaping the darkness. Yet in those solemn times, you’ve always remained optimistic. Never lose that. That six figure silver lining doesn’t pan out. Yet, you do find your way out of Florida. It won’t be to an Ivy League school up North but niglet you do make it out of Hell.
You’ll learn to surprise yourself. By stepping out of your comfort zone and expressing yourself the way you see fit. You’ll find your voice to speak up about your troubles. You’ll learn to be vulnerable.
You’ll eventually learn to embrace your blackness.
You won’t always be called an Oreo.
You won’t always be the only black gay male in the room.
You won’t always feel alone.
My God, you’ll disappoint yourself over and over again. You’ll be disappointed in others. Cry & move on.
You’ll continue to live life backstage in Florida. But remember, a stage is a stage and you can shine from anywhere. Your moment will come.
Also, magic IS real, not like the Harry Potter stuff. You create magic every time you smile. Never stop smiling. It’ll continue to bring you justice in complicated situation. So, smile on!
There’s magic in your creativity. Trust yourself and the abilities you have earned. Use them wisely. To create art, community and self love.
Call Granny more.
Never stop dreaming. Those dreams becomes foundations for artwork. Pain is an emotion meant to be felt and expressed. You’ll learn to express your pain. You’ll learn to share it with the world. They’ll even understand. There is power in being vulnerable.
So keep smiling. Keep dreaming. And be patient.
Your time to take center stage will come.
Scatterbrained and endless,
Rocketing through neurons,
With no time concept,
Dreams that burst through into reality.
Shaking my core.
Rocking the bed
Swerve to ten.
I runnit till I can’t I breath
No air, I still thrive.
I make it 11.
She’s laid to rest when the sun is bright.
On Autumn’s eve, she duels the night.
She gyrated, joked and caused a rite.
Causing chaos to all in sight.
Pupils white, she chants through the night.
CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ
Once he’s beckoned, there’s no turning back.
He charms them with his smile.
He enchants them with his laugh.
Not a creature could save them,
Not even Tituba would dare.
He chazzes them with his charisma.
He encapsulates them with his knowledge.
CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ
Oh alas thee! You’ve been Chazzed!!
So chant the chime that Medusa mutters.
You cackle and scream, but unbeknownst to you.
The Sun and the Moon made a bet on your life.
Whether you know it or naught,
He’s got ahold of your soul,
So go on and blutter,
the name that the Witch’s mutter,
CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ
I grew up in my mind.
It was where I was safe.
It was where I was free.
Not bound by the burden
of multiple Mothers.
Not bound by the burden
of stray bullets.
Not bound by the burden
of being myself.
In my mind,
I am a king.
A thorned rose.
in my heart,
i am picturesque,
free of norms,
a thornless rose,
in my heart,
i am infinite,
The thunder boomed as lightning-laced through the purple skies. The leaves vibrated violently as the trees whipped back and forth. Nose pressed against the window, I was mesmerized by the storm. I watched in awe and wonder as Mother Nature went to war outside. Suddenly, my bedroom door slams open. Mother’s husband stumbles in clutching his chest. The big, tall man who everyone called “Boo” because he was so scary was now slumped on my floor. Eyes bulged with both arms tearing open his shirt, he’s squirming all over the floor. Quickly, I hop over him and run into the living room.
Perched on the wall between two mirrors was a house phone. Punching in the number of 911, I was quickly connected to an operator, “My mother’s husban’ is havin’ anuther hearth athack. Hurry or he’ll be dead.” With a clack, I hang the phone up, scurry to the kitchen and get to work.
Boo lay there on his back clutching his chest. His big round tummy is going up and down so fast, his chest is bouncing all-around. They remind me of the lady’s boobs from the movie Mother and I watched a few days ago. I cannot help but chuckle. As his breathing got slower and his stomach started to come to an idle. Just as Mother told me, I dashed the ice-water right in Boo’s face. Since it was mostly ice, it worked fast. Almost as if, he was struck by lightning his body jolted and went rigid. His breathing sped up and his man-boobs went back to jiggling.
Three loud booms from the front door and the adults were finally here. Opening the door, I simply pointed to the back bedroom and watched them march in.
“Where is the girl who called 911?” The ambulance lady asked me as they made their way past me. Confused by her question, I simply shrugged my shoulder and closed the door. Back in my bedroom, I could hear the ambulance people strapping Mother’s husband to the stretcher.
Cabinets bare and the kitchen sink full of dishes, I open the fridge and grab the birthday cake. Slowly and steadily, I balance the cake and head to the living room. I watch as they roll Boo from out of my bedroom and load him into the ambulance. Rearranging the candles, I sit down with my spoon and wait for the right moment to ask if anyone had a match. Once Boo was gone, I notice a fireman standing in the doorway. Waving my spoon to get his attention, he seemed a little surprised to find me sitting there alone.
Taking off his helmet and making his way towards me he asked, “Whose birthday is it, little guy?” Using the spoon to notion myself, I lift a single candle and nudge it towards him. “Ah, I see.” The firefighter rummaged through his jacket and produced a large metal tube. With the flick of his thumb, the torch roared. Slowly leaning the candle forward, I lit it and used it to light the remaining five candles.
Returning the candle to its position, I smiled at the firefighter. Placing his helmet on my head he said, “Time to make a wish little guy.” Closing my eyes, I took several deep breaths, smiled, made a wish and blew out my candles.
I think we have loved before.
Neither one of us remembers each other.
But we have loved before.
It was the first time you made an impression on my heart.
The kind of impression that transcends time.
So we have loved the way we do now,
and in the next lifetime.
My heart will find your impression again.
Sitting by the fire.
Fulfilling nature’s desire,
Getting lost within the trifes of the fire
We watch and honor the flames.
Taking turns playing life’s games.
Changed by each season – made brighter,
relations grown tighter.
Time and time only has brought us here.
Patience and Persistence, lead the way.
Raising the tides, coast clear,
may the embers roar, never to fray.
Written by Christian Parks & Chaz Sonique
I saw trees of green,
Steeples amongst the horizon, I wandered.
Wading thru the crosswalks,
I thought to myself.
Let’s write a poem.
You can do it.
I know this
I show up
We show out
These guns out
I see the future
I know no bounds
I’m not here to find a common ground
Playing these fools like Cleopatra
I fuck up these hand
Like these fucking sentences
I think it through
Then murder it
I clap back
Then slap my own back
Back to the future
I’m still talking about me tho
When I step on stage I throw it up
Word vomit, I can’t write enough
I gotta remind myself that I can always go
Never end, just a few naps
But for your sake
Ill close my eyes
Bat up, shoulder down
Hit it outta the park
No, short stop.