so you think you safe cause you act like them? They gon turn on you too, 666, red, voices, matrix, nobody

Everything is a game. Everybody in they spot to play and they better do it on cue. They pay you to bump into somebody else or say a word, but they gon turn on you too,

Type it for me, I’ll think it,

Show me magic

Current Scenario: Real Talk from On the Streets, Figuratively



I’m so tired of beig out here like this. After five years of being homeless like at this point I’m truly over bei around people. I’m tired of being at bus stops upon waking up. Being. At shelters, jails, mental hospitals. All of that annoying shit. And then realizing there’s really not shit out here and even with all of these distractions and nuisances around I still have to keep a positive attitude Even doing that not wanting some evil, high, mentally ill scrambler walking down the street or on the train trying to come around and steal good energy.

People be sitting up here talking to me for no reason l. Don’t be bothering nobody, and a bum would come over just to see if I respond, just to be seen, or whatever it is, they’re not regular people. First of all no ones just going to trust some bum walking down the street and assume just because they’re homeless and smoke fetnyal they’re harmless. You’d think if you say a simple no they’d go away but even with that, I’m not sitting up here at 4 and 5 am to talk to no fucking bum. It’s so freaking N annoying!

These people out here be having bad energy, bad attitudes l, all these people out here looking for validation, wanna be seen, and really nobody’s at a position where that’s the example to follow. These mfs on the trains and buses don’t have anything. I barely see anyone ever reading or doing anything productive, so it’s really no inspiration. Pretty much anywhere along this whole train route bums are. And it’s like the people that work at the gas stations are more comfortable with people like the bums and addicts than someone who is obviously not like them.

I have meat on my bones. I’m weari my shades. It’s hot as the middle of hell out here in Phoenix, so I’m having on these clothes, long sleeves and caps and head coverings, which probably gets me more stared at because it’s not a lot of people my skin color out here that’s out on the streets that’s not on drugs and not tryi mg to just fit in with everyone else. Cause these mexicans out here think they superior to opposites and they are hateful and have bad vibes. They think they’re people is supposed to be automatically liked or looked at, and these females really be trash and dumb. I see it like bitch you workin go at the gas station or some temp place or whatever whatever you doing is not better just because it’s a lot of mexicans out here. They be tryna subtlety make it seem like if a mexican bitch a bum an obvious prostitute or drug addict is supposed to get a pass for not being shit just because h the e bitch that race. They not the only ones to have businesses or who work. Then they out here making it seem like if a black person latches on to them they some savior but it’s to look like oh I have this black person on a leash everybody look. And both of their asses sittting out here homeless as fuck.

I can’t stand no mf that smoke cigarettes. I hate drug addicts and bums. There’s no sympathy from me about no bum cause guess what these be he main people out here causing trouble. It’s certain places they won’t walk into or go because they know they don’t fit in there. Just because they got on a dress today riding the train, bitch you not cute, you not sexy, everybody sits on these damn seats, they’re not sanitized, ain’t nobody out here tryna save no bus fare just to park at some park and ride, nobody’s gonna assume you’re not homeless or have a car, no it’s just some bum bitch on the train. And this is the only spot where they can ‘show’ off for the next person and nobody’s on these fucking trains or buses but broke bum mfs!

I’m like if these mfs not buying what I’m selling ain’t no need for me to really talk to them cause somewhere along that, it’s a waste of time, they ain’t going nowhere, they got narcissistic tendencies, they don’t have no conversation, they too hung up on who sees them out on the street, like they be talking and whispering to the next stranger. I dont give a fuck about no gang stalking shit, I’m the only one in my own thoughts, my own mind. And ain’t nobody else finna sit up here and be born tryna make it seem like I haven’t. Then all they doing out here is tryna see me. And I hate it. Cause I’m not getting good vibes back, it doesn’t feel useful to me to sit up here just cause somebody walking down the street to give them some acknowledgement, cause that’s the common thing of how commoners do out here. I’m not no regular schmegular out here. That’s why I can’t do temp jobs, even the dispatchers be jealous of me trying not to send me out on assignments after I been up there since 4 am. Shit like that.

People really be jealous of me out here. And I think I physically see the matrix right in front of me. Like it’s not even funny. I can’t do no shelters, as wide open as it is out here, like it’s not meant to live out on the streets l, anywhere you go is a space for somebody to try to fuck with you if you not at home or have something to back you up. Don’t go to know cheap ass circle k cause only bums and broke people go there. Ain’t nobody reading or even talking about shit on the trains but they fucking problems and issues, and what license or if they tryna get,. It’s so irritating. Then if they see you don’t have on headphones, plus you’re not looking at them or up when someone gets on the train, here goes the conversations tryna say something to be heard, all this old stupid kindergarten shit and it’s like I could be at the flea or market or some shit meeti mg better people. I highly fucking doubt if these neighborhoods around here making eight million a week off drugs. These bums out here on the street don’t have shit. Police ain’t doing shit, all the trouble is fucking fetnyal addicts and so they treat everybody like that, they soft and weak out here in Arizona and they don’t expect nobody to retaliate or combat them. They got that same systematic approach to either try and fuck with you to see if you gon get loud, even if you just sitting there not doing nothing, it’s so many other people in the library , why this mf only over here talking about am I ok? Like, I don’t have to respond to anybody. Actually it’s best not to say anything to them cause they like arguing anyway. As stupid as they are.

It’s so annoying that I’m not even interested in the next person. Some mf carrying a fucking book bag or bag, what use is that for me?

That’s why I’m not at the shelter. It’s not healthy to be around that type of energy for too long. You there for a voucher, somewhere to stay and save your money, if it was just that, it’s doable, you can deal, I put up with it for a month, another place 3 maybe two, but realize you out here with all these people and they got all this bad energy on them, they ain’t used to nothing but sitting up not not doing anything everyday so they don’t mind looking and watching you, they don’t mind tryna make trouble for you, the bum bitches wanna feel feminine knowing that they not in the state where they’re desired, some other addict fucking on them, that’s it, then they wanna try and stand in front of me or on the other side at the desk, when it’s rude to do that when a person up here talking about tryna get a bed, bitch you have no respect, you do not know how to conduct yourself. These mfs a come up on you and touch you for no reason. Where do they do that and somebody doesn’t get shot? Like nobody said anything to them or even looked at them? What, that’s supposed to be ok just because this bitch is obviously a crack head. That’s what makes it even fucking worse! I don’t want no ducking bum touching me. But if I wild the fuck out then it’s gon have to be some explaining to do. And they like drama. It’s this light this glow about me, like I shouldn’t be around no bums at all. And when I say I dislike em and I don’t have any sympathy for them, understand I been out here homeless for five years.

And I’m extreme not tired of sharing space with other people. It causes so much unnecessary distress. And then it makes it seem so fucking small when it’s all this fucking space, then out here walking, here got all these eyes, then it seem like all these ppl just bunched up in the same spaces. Same sidewalk, same way, then they tryna act big out here like ain’t nobody feeling like ‘no, bitch you get the fuck out of MY way!’ It’s so annoying. Go up to the damn self check out thing at the library, somebody’s there. Wasn’t nobody there on my way to the restroom. How ironic is that. Then it’s like ok just cause you look at this person doesn’t mean they probably aren’t a mass shooter, but you looking up or in this persons face, who has sunglasses head covering and long clothing on, that doesn’t make you tough!

I can’t stand the simple minded behavior out here. You’re not going to see any millionaires camping out at no damn library, they can buy anything here! Only ppl that need wifi or a library card is a broke mf that really is caught up in this matrix dude. It’s so annoying.



Anxiety, Weed, God and Homeless

It’s not my problem where anybody else is in their lives. You got homeless people all over. At the beginning when I first was homeless, I used to feel sort of bad for the people, like a little kid visiting a animal shelter of sick pets. Ohh, nobody should be homeless, it’s so sad, blah blah fucking blah. I’m at the point now where I do not give a fuck about homeless people and I actually hate these fucking bums.

See, these mfs with these carts be the main ones starting shit. Why? I mean what is there left: homeless, mental, miserable. It be the main motherfuckers with these carts and bookbags trying to start shift with people. Get in your way, start yelling for no reason, stand by you, they want a reaction, feel like somebody notices them because they know they aren’t shit. This is how they try to feel included with somewhat regular society.

I’m walking down these small ass sidewalks, I cringe at the site of a fucking bum coming my way. They have nothing better to do, they’ll stand there, in the way. Or try to bump into you to get to argue with them. Fuck that. It’s their own fault. This is why nobody cares. Nobody’s gonna fucking baby you. There’s all types of shelters and shit out here. Barely any showers and of course no one wants a bum washing up in their establishment but after a certain point it’s a choice.

I don’t even know why they’re at the fucking shelters. Just to leave again. I mean I don’t care but it’s like damn, while I’m here, I mean the shelter shit is their domain, I hate even sharing any type of space with these dirty ass bums. They don’t know how to take care of shit. Then walking around like somebody’s supposed to feel sorry for them or something. Shit.

But back to these carts and bookbags and shit. All these bags and dirty shit, crowding up the train, and the sidewalks, it just makes everything feel so ugly. Now I’m like I see anybody with a damn bag, suitcase, automatic bum. And I need to be as far away from them as possible. Don’t even say anything to these motherfuckers. Buy a coffee or a meal or something. I mean do nice shit but you know, you can’t be around these people. So yeah.

Update since I first started this post from November 2021. So much has happened. Been in AZ four months, jail four times in those months, since being in PHX. And I wasn’t even trying to stop here on my solo car road trip across the country. This sont my first trek across the country like this. First time back five years ago when I first became homeless and been since then. Each year that went by was more stressful than the last. It’s to the point now where you see certain type of people or energy you just don’t want to be around. Trust me if you were living out here on these streets you’d feel a different way about people. It’s hard to really keep a good attitude when you got a bunch of hating ass, dirty, negative broke people around who aren’t doing anything than to try and seem like a big person off the next person on the train.

These mfs out here disrespectful too. I don’t carry weapons, I stay to myself and I don’t bother with nobody. You already know what type of people out here. Only ones that’s gon be cool with ppl like them is other bums or drug dealers. All that smoking getting high off these ugly drugs out here that’s not cute. Can’t no meth addict sit up here and try to compete with somebody focused on building wealth for themselves. And if you try to be too humble, whatever that means, they tryna sit up here like oh that’s what’s supposed to be done for them. It’s cool to be nice. That’s God’s way, I just don’t like how ppl be tryna make you feel low or beneath them.

Who wants to walk to the train station at four in the morning down the street where the shelter is on 12th ave in Phoenix, when you got three way traffic and it’s tents on every when way you stand at that corner. How can you put up with dealing with that every days when these mfs out here robbing, stealing, high with no though process, all this crazy shit going on out in the world, you can’t say that wouldn’t spook you? You don’t want to say nothing to hear mfs, they don’t have any money or shit you want. They ride the same trains with no money, sleep, dirty, and understanding how hard it is, but it’s like you get tired of being around that shit every fucking day. You don’t see nobody reading. If you sit off anywhere off where this train route goes for too long, here comes one of them, they crowding the sidewalks, staring in your face til you walk by, you got addicts sitting outside of circle k growling at you and shit til it’s where where the fuck are you supposed to give away from all this shit?

Cause with hygiene, I mean if you got the money you could get a shower at the travel center, if you’re not on your period and don’t have any accidents or incompetence, that could last a week. I don’t get funky like that, but I do sweat. I try to stay covered from the sun, I got my shades, face mask, good on, gloves, cause I have a bike now l, but the front tire is flat and the pedals seem so hard to push even with the gear in low mode so it constantly feels like uphill for no reason. So when I show up people are looking. People like starting shit. Then you gotta get through paranoia. If you riding the hike and the ppl around these neighbors hide, you don’t know what’s a ‘good’ or not, they see you going this direction or you gotta be going to circle k on this street, seem like mfs be waiting for you to get there. The neighborhood watchers, mfs a pull up to sit there, then pull off, not get out, just when you leave. And it’s like they want you to see them.!

I got meat on my bones, so that’s another stand out that I’m out here like them. Cause you know a lot of addicts are skinny. I tried meth before. Most I smoked it was a month or so. Not everyday either. After one time of feeling like it was too Nintendo I never put that shit inn my nose again. One time I came out here in 2019, and even got my own pipe. That’s when you become a crack head. But I did not stay on this shit. I probably smoked crack and didn’t know it. From a pipe. Thought it was crystal meth. I put a few crumbs in my weed blunt, but nothing long term. I s mostly smoke weed and drink. I drank so much, and most times I wouldn’t eat, I weight nearly 150 and I had been

Surviving Homelessness with a Prupose

Just recently released. So currently, I’ve traveled miraculously trying to get documentation to get my car released from impound. It’s been 22 days.

During this process I’ve been a little more anxious than usually and slightly more paranoid. It’s the being outside part. I thought I was hearing things. Like regular ppl saying my name, talking about what I was doing in the bathroom, just straight watching me. Even in jail I was hearing the negative energy trying to penetrate me.

I was wondering why was I hearing my middle name and a city the sergeant mentioned in a paper she printed off for me because she called me in the office wondering why I was yelling when really it the met head in the mental health pod screaming out racial slurs indirectly. And not that I took offense but it’s like these ppl would never say anything to me when I was out, and they stand around waiting for a reason to bump into you, or say something stupid, just to have an encounter.

Not everyone readi this would understand,. If you think you’re one of the 144, 000, then you probably get the vibes, but ppl are drawn to me, and I don’t say anything, and it’s toxic, feeling everybody and their hungry for attention, they wanna be first, seen, in front of me and all this jazz.

So, the whole two weeks I sat, I’m like ok, keep my mind sharp, I’m listening to the convos that float around, not talking to anyone, I didn’t even eat the food or come out of the room, felt like they were trouble, and they were, the guards even buzzed the door open and let other inmates in the cell I was in, with no other guard present, and I’m like the only black girl on the pod, and you’ve seen the movies. I was paranoid for like two nights.

So I get released, thinking oh it’s only gonna be around 150 usd around there, I find my car, walked three plus hours, just all this to go and get my ride. Get there, they’re like oh it’s not registered to you, after they let me in to get all the paperwork and my I’d to grab my things, that was bullshit right there because they let me in to get that, obviously I bought the car and the papers are here, oh it needs to be in the system, legally.

So, they didn’t even give me my ID after that. So it’s all this shit, I’m like ok, something is working against me, doesn’t want me to win, wants to see me walking the streets squirming, all these voices, sounds, and I know I’m not tripping. Haven’t even been smoking. I’m an avid cannabis smoker, but lately just been on ease with everything. Because I bought this car and I worked hard for it, and homelessness is stressful especially being more determined to be away from the energy of it, can’t slow down and feel sorry for everybody, wondering why ppl are looking at you sideways.

And so with voices, I’m saying in my head I’m getting my car out, I’m determined to get my car, I’m hearing opposite. But not loud. I got my car registered today. Despite the sounds against me. So whatever that isn’t doesn’t have power. And another example is from jail because when I thoughts their innuendos were about me, I said ok if that’s true, then slide your info under the door, that’s all I said out loud. Because I was in the room most of the stay, didn’t talk to anyone l, I’m in the room talking out loud to myself. What the name of my boats gonna be and all this. So, I didn’t get any info under the door, like oh could you help me wihh the bail or whatever, … test. Ok, king me.

So it’s really motivating. Can’t be stuck out here if you really want something better for yourself. And you can’t be out here bothered by the negativity or misery of other peoples. Everybody can’t see your visions. And if you find yourself in between times, make sure you making it look sexy. Never dim your light for anybody. Haters want to feel big, they know they’re not important, hurt them more by accomplishing your goals.

Crickets are chirping currrently as I’m camped out by the tags and title office until daybreak. No bums should be over here.