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Fernando Quijano III


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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 40
Sign: Cancer

City: BALTIMORE
State: Maryland
Country: US
Signup Date: 1/31/2006

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Sunday, September 28, 2008 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry
¡'Sup Folx! The original plan had been to post poems that I'd already written so that I could use the time to finish the long overdue edits on my novel. It worked. Everthing's done save for a few modifications and the ending. The ending is written. As a matter of fact, I have two versions. But I've decided to go with a third ending, a sort of almalgm of the two.

That's not really done though, so I figure, I owe you guys another poem. This one was actually originally written by my baby brother, Joe. He brought it to me as an idea for a rap, and I pimped it out for him. In that sense, it is Our poem:

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  Rocked by Ages
    You think you had it rough
    Well I think I had it rougher
    Mommy was a dope fiend
    Daddy was a puffer
Five years old and learning how to suffer
    watching Mommy jump from one man to another

Daddy disappeared when I turned Seven
    He's in jail or hell... know he ain't in heaven
Nine years old, livin' off cheese & Kix
    Mommy sold the foodstamps so she could get her next fix
Eleven years old, first time I saw the needle in her arm
    Imagine my confusion, imagine my alarm
    Just that day, I learned about drugs in school
    They said it was for losers, they said it was for fools
    Tryin' to get her to stop, I laid down some law
    She just laughed in my face, said it was my fault
& I crashed

Thirteen years old, hitting rock bottom
    The disadvantages of life, yeah I got 'em
    so I hit the bottle and the joint to set me free
    Started off slow, but soon nothing could stop me
    'til I looked in the mirror, and all I saw was Mommy
Fifteen, time to quit while ahead
    Before I was too deep, before I was dead
    while at it, I'd get Mommy out too
    Get her in rehab, start our lives brand new
    But for Mommy things would never be the same
    Cuz she'd caught that big disease with the itty bitty name
Sixteen years old, at the hospital to say goodbye
    But I couldn't say shit, I just watched Mommy die
& I crashed...
Currently listening:
The Message
By Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five
Release date: 2005-04-26
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funkybuttahfli

 
don't really know what to say...
 
Posted by funkybuttahfli on Friday, October 03, 2008 - 7:18 AM
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¡The Word Pimp!
Fernando Quijano III

 
That really says it all, doesn't it?
 
Posted by ¡The Word Pimp! on Monday, October 06, 2008 - 5:26 AM
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