Scarifications on Surface

Freedom of speech, emotion, & expression.

ART!
On the body or on the canvas.

My body is my art, more than the pre-stretched canvas that the acrylic sets in.

I let the ink settle deep, not just on my surface but through the circumference of my dermis.

More permanent than the epidermis......


More people tend to judge scarifications and body modifications as sin, but from birth and early childhood years do parents pierce their childrens ears, and in other coutries are tattoos and scarifications rituals and ceremonies for youth to enter adulthood.

http://www.larskrutak.com/articles/Benin/index.html




Understanding and openmind acceptance are things that are hard for people to do without passing judgment on decisions of others. This blog link below shows different rituals and body modifications/scarifications in other regions of the world that some percieve as taboo, and others see as acceptance in religion and ancestry.


http://unusual-things.blogspot.com/2009/01/extreme-body-piercing-branding.html


If we havent known by history that Otzi the IceMan, King Tut and Buddha had stretched earlobes. These are figures that have progressed and gave life to our futures. Many Buddhist monks follow rituals by tattooing their bodies with ancient art that classifies their status in society. Through research shows that even mummies of pharoahs and egyptians had tattoos. Same as we do in society today.


Sometimes we need to ask questions and try to acknowledge other perceptions of why they do things in life and hear their explanations of what they do to their body and the meanings that these modifications carry. It may be so much more deeper than you could ever know by just looking and being critical.

Many critiques throughout society associate tattoos and other body modifications as taboo between gender. I dont understand this because in life, women deal with the most pain as far as childbirth. And is a known fact that most women have a higher tolerance for pain than men. Either way, I believe however you choose to depict your life and art through your body is BEAUTIFUL, and should be appreciated. Pain isnt forever, but spirit and soul is...........

So next time you see me, with my current 8 tattoos, and soon to be sleeved left or right arm. 4 ear piercings, 2 of which are currently being stretched. 1 nose piercing, and 1 navel ring. If you choose to pass judgment, just keep moving or take this...

....because I dont care to accept critiques and judgment from people who arent open to the free expression of others. This life is for Art and that is what I choose to live. My Body is my art. The moving Canvas. And I'm not stopping aanytime soon, as long as my body permits me to give it temporary pain, we will endulge in the gifts. I am in the rebellion! Drastic moves to be made. Lioness and Queen of all nature. Inner spirit and outer space.

-QSS

Eat My Words

I sit and wonder... As many times as I spill my life to the world through my realisms in poetry, that my words get ignored and overlooked.

So what if, one day i choose to take my life: which may never happen because I love myself too much. Conceited and confident yes.

But anyway, If something was to ever happen to me in my future that I had prediction to and decided to write about it, those people closest to me may never know until it was too late.
I could be dead and gone and no one would really know what happened because they didnt read the context clues when I expressed them and delivered them.

This is just a reality check on life. My Life. The little bit that I feel like sharing today. Which is less than most other days.

I'm closely buiding these bridges and barriers back up because my trust has fallen in percentage. near 50% to the world. I used to enjoy a 90% upsale in loving others but I see no reason in doing so anymore.

I dont know. This is just me now and forever more. Happiness doesnt last forever but spirit does and Im not really in the giving mood to share mine.

Peace out.

What is Mother's Day?!?

Since I was 13, I wasnt really too fond of Mother's Day. My mother passed away August 21, 2002 when i was 12 and since then, I didnt really care to celebrate for any reason.

I understand how people always say that we should still celebrate for all the other mothers in the world, but this "holiday" closely means nothing to me anymore.

I've become closeminded to this day, as I've done in the same sense that Father's day means a bunch of donkey ass to me. I havent seen or heard from my father since I was 7 yrs old. I dont even know that bastards real name, and its sad that my family doesnt either. I only share his last name. So orphan I am. Shame right? lol, maybe, maybe not.

Today it makes me a little bit more tense as well, that my sister starts a lil mommys group "Momtourage" with all her "mother" friends and I try to close my ears to it, but I get asked to help on certain things. Which I dont want to help with because I cant be included because I dont have kids, and dont want kids anytime soon. Not jealous, but would like to not hear about it. I dont know. I guess there are a million things that I dont connect with from my sisters. Of course Im the Martian of the family so I stray away from the Kids and having a family thing. Yes Im the youngest but I have just as much stuff going on as the next person.... so should I be counted out?

I dont know... back to subject. Mothers Day can be a little painful at times just thinking and watching others embraces their mothers and kids, so I feel that I shouldnt join in those festivities of life because I am without both. Yea I have(had) a grandmother, whom I dont speak to for many unGodly reasons, and yes my sisters have kids, but I constantly am out of the loop because I dont feel those joys that my Mother could bring me. I've forgotten the little bit that I once felt and hate that I was so young not to have the same memories that my sisters shared with my mother.

Im not bitter, and these arent cries for help or attention, just know that, when I dont show happiness or enthusiasm around these times, its because I seriously feel that I have no reason to. I know there are plenty of people in the world that can relate to this because we all have those losses and misfortunes that change our lives forever, but we cant carry them as burdens on ourselves. Its just the feeling that we have and cant relay by showering others with gifts, flowers and cards, when we cant shower the one woman who gave us the greatest gift we have, LIFE!

I guess these are the many reasons that I have grown to be so independent, because I feel that I've never really have a bond, or the motherly teacher to show me how life is and teach me what I should do as I was growing on. I had to learn everything practically on my own. Good and bad, those lessons in life have built me to be the strong, independent, outspoken, forthright, strong willed, artistic woman I am today. Through everything, I am still learning, without the advice children get to call and ask their mothers about, so I call to myself forthe answers I need in life. No one can make you be who you are, but there should always be someone there guiding and helping you along the way. Where is my guiding light?!?

Listen In... The Team Takeova -"We Out Chea"

If I know one thing.... Its to always remember where I was born and raised, No matter where I reside now. Life takes changes but we do what we have to, to get famous and Not be nameless. We all know Im one to always show love and support for those who love and support the art and passion of others. We are who we are, artists on this place we call Earth.... For I am still a Martian. Peace this. Music from some Bmore natives that I lend ear to! And you better click and listen, Because I said so and I love the song! -QSS

zSHARE - The Team Takeova _CR Da Show_ Sage Bravo _ Mr. Valentine_ - We Out Chea _Prod. By DK The Punisher_.mp3

Stuffed symptoms

CANT MOVE!!!

A feeling that life is in the same condition as my nasal passage.
Stuck and congested with no exit to relay the message.

Sometimes i just want to leave.
But anxiety attacks hold me so I cnt breathe.

Needing to find peace in my mind,
Space Martian having all space and no time.

I dont live for the minutes.
Just have to remove these thoughts called tenants.
If cleared, could new process be replenished.

Not a greed in stomach to feel.
No food from dinner left to seal.
Mind falling like the bananas shell or peel.

These air changes accumulate new moves or my body that are hard to explain.
New feelings I cnt seem to restrain.
This isnt the process of success I was built to maintain.
I dont know about this system I have to contain.

I am not myself.
Not that book I pick off the shelf.
Was told this stress would take my health.
But what medicine are you dispersing to help?

Stuffy symptoms correlate to the life that has overcome my brain.
From hot, humid days, to breezy nights of rain.
Dealing with mentalities in dark, isolated pain.

Theres more elements constructed to this stress.
Irritating, frustration from RLS...
Research the acronym and find out why I dont rest.

Stuffed Up.

Do you Need Me

I cant understand how I always am the one on speed dial of their lives.

Can I Get the break needed for self..... myself!

I cant hear myself over the conversing of the worlds problem!

Sometimes I just need my own peace and quiet! I need to be with Me. Myself & I.

When problems fall into others lives... I am the 911 call directed.

Behind My Eyes

What sight cant tell that my heart feels..
Never written the same words twice, is the image of true life into posts and notes.

I am a split image of my mother.. diferent from my sisters but of the same blood we are.

Not what I see in the mirror is a soul unfelt. Untouched to this earthly life that i was born to.

Sight reveals a broken spirit, open heart & trampled emotions. I am not supposed to feel... Life.

No explanation of thoughts, but unforsaken pain. Truth expressed and delivered for others to embrace, but I am not recieved.
Meaning not percieved or incorporated into their heads.

Brains not rotating the meanings I preach. Not expelled back into open ears.

Once preparing to conquer fears and take on challenges of life to perservere.... I do not see the winning contestant in front of me.

I have fallen, two feet behind the loser that beat the race for me.
Goals unaccomplished to my racing hands and mind. I have not prepared for this defeat.

Seeing the medals pass before my presence, I reach for the finish line and tumble to my knees. Laid down to my demise. I have lost. Myself.

Broken spirit, praying hands, wrapped to prayer beads... Deep prayer makes deeper thinking. Deeper thinking expells deeper feelings. Deeper feelings makes a broken heart release..

Tears.

Behind My Eyes.

Days like today...

Listening to Window seat.. Ms. Badu... My Earthly Idol

Words of wisdom always encounter my mind and embrace my spirit.

Following my dreams and supporting my goals are like feeding my stomach and nurturing my bodily systems.

Universal Donor Is my blood, Constant calls from Red Cross make me feel the importance of life. What one persons life can do to save more than many! Posted on my license speaks Organ Donor.

I'll give back when my life is over and done. No problem.

Badu: "I have some food for you!" "Food that you eat?" "No, food for thought!"

Just coming off the top of my head and expressing a lesson of the day.

Sittin still keeps you stagnant. Even on days off we can build and restore past misfourtunes.

Dont let your soul and success rest while your mind wanders and wonders.

How complain of no progress when you arent pushing your success... I Digress!

What are you doin for your life? or are you just living it?!? Think...

I set accomplishments to fulfill as future goals recieved. Same synonym but formed deeper to achieve the meaning. This is my life. My motivation.

Do you want to know?!? Dont guess. Just ask..... Me!