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PPC Beautifully Dope S4 4/22/26
Check us out! Featuring: Miss Lady, PPP, Infamous, Mojavi (King Drip), Rare Epiphany, P.A.W.C.R.A.M, and Sage.
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ALL 🌟 lineup
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National Poetry Month – Day 22
Theme: Make It Make Sense Some things don’t add up, but we’re expected to move like they do. The more aware you become, the harder it is to ignore what feels off. Systems don’t align. People contradict themselves. Reality shifts depending on who’s telling it. Today we tap into that moment where you realize… something isn’t right. Prompt 1 – This Don’t Sound Right Write a poem about something that feels off, even if everyone else accepts it. A situation, system, or pattern that doesn’t sit right with you. (Angle: distorted normalcy) Prompt 2 – I Know What I See Write a poem about trusting your perception when everything around you says otherwise. What happens when you refuse to ignore what’s in front of you? (Angle: awareness vs denial) Prompt 3 – Ain’t Nobody Saying It Out Loud Write a poem about something obvious that people avoid naming directly. What is being ignored, softened, or danced around? (Angle: unspoken truth)
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@Ericka Floyd like how you flipped the expression in final line
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@Miss Lady “like a wound might hush itself under good diction” bun fiyah!
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National Poetry Month – Day 20
Theme: Smooth Criminal Not all theft looks like force. Some things are taken quietly. Slowly. Right in front of us. Time. Identity. Culture. Opportunity. Voice. Sometimes we don’t realize what’s gone until we feel the absence. Today we explore what was taken without a struggle and how it happened while we were fully awake. ⸻ Prompt 1 – The Criminal Was Me Write a reflective poem where you recognize a time you took something from someone else. This could be time, trust, peace, credit, or something less visible. What did you take, and what made you realize it? (Angle: self-awareness / accountability) ⸻ Prompt 2 – Stolen in Plain Sight Write a poem about something that was taken openly, yet unnoticed or unchallenged. How did it happen without resistance? (Angle: awareness vs inaction) ⸻ Prompt 3 – Silence Signed Off On It Write a poem that questions responsibility. Was it taken, given, ignored, or normalized? Who benefited and who paid the price? (Angle: complicity / accountability)
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Community Update
Quick update: Angel Kim is in the hospital for a few days. I’ve stepped in while she recovers so reach out to me if you need anything. Stay Zen. — Miss Lady
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Sending prayers petitions supplications intercessions vibrations for Angel Kim
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National Poetry Month – Day 2
Theme: Truth Truth doesn’t always arrive gently. Sometimes it takes time to understand, sometimes it hits all at once, and sometimes it changes us in ways we didn’t expect. Not every truth feels good, but it always reveals something. Today we explore the truths that shaped us, challenged us, and made us see things differently. ⸻ Prompt 1 – The Truth I Had to Grow Into Write a poem about a truth you did not understand until later in life. Something that only made sense with time, experience, or distance. ⸻ Prompt 2 – When It All Made Sense Write a poem about a moment where clarity came all at once. A realization that shifted your understanding in an instant. ⸻ Prompt 3 – Truth Doesn’t Always Feel Good Write a poem about a truth that changed you, even if it hurt. Something that forced growth, reflection, or a different way of seeing things.
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DAY 2 Prompt 1 The Truth I Had To Grow Into - Write about a truth you did not understand until later in life. ~~~ Amazing The cowboys I grew up watching weren’t even real cowboys. B&W Wild Wild West TV shows (without Black men) weren’t Westerns, they were erasure. John Wayne wasn’t Indigenous to lands where bison roamed. Lil Wayne & Cash Money at The Apollo—performing lyrics detrimental to minors. The crowd goes wild. But a poem called “Save the Children” gets booed off stage. Fifteen year old gets fatally shot in the chest, in a playground named after a civil rights icon, while evil lives longer than Methuselah. Every drug dealer isn’t a cleaned up rapper. How much Tide does it take to wash away selling out your community—distributing a substance that can actually make Black crack? The price of cocaine & octane 87 is inflated. Executive orders of operation are out of order. The math doesn’t math: 45 plus 47 isn’t greater than 44 (even if you subtract 46). Everything can’t be counted on your fingers. Making the sign language of the cross can be mistaken for throwing up a gang sign. Vomit can be a sign of good taste. Every sower of good seed, doesn’t get to see an orange tree reaped. Life is lived in two acts: I am a saint who fell down. I am a sinner who got back up. Human nature is a Miles Davis domestic dissonance— the way he held his horn with grace, isn’t how he handled Cicely Tyson. Workers at a Tyson Farm factory in Virginia (a place for lovers) are convicted of animal cruelty. The anatomy of grey matter is contradictory, we exist in areas more grey than the TV series about Seattle Grace hospital. Sometimes you say grace yet still get food poisoning. There are periods of time when the oppressed and the oppressor pray to the same God. Isn’t it amazing? How someone will ask everyone for a level of grace they’ve never given to anyone? MAD ✍🏾
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@m-a-dennis-4872
M. A. Dennis contains multitudes: Poet. Father. Formerly Homeless. Fights for Housing & Mental Health. Has 3 pet Rocks (Chris, Fraggle & Gibraltar).
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