OOWEE Publications from Kim Wilson
head job
a mental picture unscrambles
in my head
i’m trying to figure
what’s real and what’s
reality i look and see
passed what i’m expected
to see so the things i
believe i have a right
to believe i get a glimpse
of something unrelenting
it looks like a goal a
goal that’s still pending
stop feeding me a
stomach full of
ache it’s too much
to take i see a
stigma of invisible
made clear so i
clinch my teeth
seeing my fear bring
about a single flowing
tear i smell
the funky foul air the
disgusted staleness of
it sleeps in the
thickness of my
sight focus
i’m not a rebel just
one with a cause
i’m not an activist just one
refusing to pause.
KW
“I definitely appreciate your support. OOWEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
They say we don’t stand a chance,
to a stagnant beat we dance,
claiming royalties from our blood sweat and tears,
keeping our ancestors chained because of their fears;
being filled with spiritual faith is a powerful rush,
the head man in charge is JESUS.
Kim Wilson, OOWEE!
onmyownkikl@yahoo.com
469-632-6702
Available November 2017
"I'm
trying to explain, as best I can, my insanity versus my sanity; needing it
emotionally delicate versus accepting it physically rough; fakin' dementia
versus ‘I refuse to remember that sh*t!;
saddled with the Grim Reaper and his issues.
"Your life's
omissions by commissions, the Grim Reaper spit from his hoarse-roar of a voice, hovering inches from my face,
in a Nun’s-black robe, his eyes the size of the bottom of Coke bottles, his
breath harsh and hot like death's spoilage, had much to do with the choices
your flesh made. You stand, here, before me, because you willingly and with
full willfulness must. You have lost your divine right for whatever it is you think you need
spiritually. The fire you thought you
had, the spices you thought you
flavored with, can not burn like the fire of Hades. This is your reward for
intentionally, yes how you lived your earthly life was absolutely intentional,
boaring into what’s left of my being with those eyes, submitting your flesh, your
heart, your sex, your soul and your love, every flaming minute of it, leaning
in on me as the hell fire flames lick and wall up against me. Where is your God, he demands with a
louder-than-thunder voice. Where is ‘The Father’ he roars until I lose my breath.
Before
I pass completely out with snot running from my nose, eyes tight with tears,
heart bursting because of this fear, “He can still redeem me, still save me, still
come get me, there isn’t enough dead.
Jesus has already conquered death at the Cross and if He doesn't, in the Name
of Jesus....” I scream in a loud voice I didn't even know I had, standing my
ground. "You are not GOD!."
And how almost not
surviving the emotionally crushing crisis forced upon me, from birth, at the
hands of my biological parents from birth, the terrible taunts of my youth, the
wisdom of my fake-ass frienemies; suffering in an outspoken and dark silence
amongst massive self-made wealth and an A-list social surrounding.
“I still have nightmares. Nightmares that
I’m forced to run from even after I’m awake. I was never allowed to believe
that a mother and a father is suppose
to love their child unconditionally. Everett and Em’ry made it absolutely clear
that my life wouldn’t be the fact. These imposed verbal and physical fallacies
are the burdens I have to struggle with, each and every day since my
conception. The price of being birthed into one of Atlanta’s many super wealthy
African American households puts me on a psychological rollercoaster that won't
let me catch my breath; paying a fair of emotional insanity
that guarantees it…
“Why was I even conceived? What do they
expect me to do; I’m a baby, a child, a teen; now I’m gone. I figure my mother
actually takes pleasure in verbally and physically abusing me during every
waking moment as my father stands on the sideline like a damn punk.”
“By age 15 I’m packed, removed and shipped
to my aunt Marjorie, in San Antonio, Texas. In my youth I create a nemesis of
Angelia McCarthy, whose parents are both Federal Court Judges and parent in the
opposite fashion; their daughter can do no wrong.
What had happen was….BFFs Angelia
and Heather is in the pristine restroom of our super expensive and private
Junior High school sharing a stall. Tracey, my BFF, and I enter the restroom to
freshen up after all the dancing, prancing and being rubbed all up on. We hear
giggling. I step up on the toilet next to the whispering. Peeking over the
stall wall I witness the two greedily snorting cocaine and uninhibitedly
masturbating one another. With three clicks of my digital, “You bitches are
busted!”
Within the hour Tracey and
I fast forward the photos to Angelia’s parents who are both, you know, forcing
her family to have to shake town; OOWEE! Oh but when Angelia catches up to me
in adulthood the proverbial shit hits the fan for real.”
“As a young adult I employ my way into the
hearts, minds and financial accounts of those socially surrounding me as I
cancel out everything that doesn’t make dollars; I already know what doesn’t
make sense.
By my mid thirties I’ve
become a millionaire many times over due to the graces of God; this is where
the spices that will flavor my life comes invading in.”
Tracey, it appears
we'll be best friends forever, but just like the four, seasons change and
sometimes with an unexpected vengeance. Angelia
re-surfaces, ultra incognito, determined to use her now-established
social muscle to influence the outcome of my now-publicized fate; 10 to 25 Fed.
The personal and professional goals of Mr.
Frederick Franks include becoming a respected
photographer and somebody 'necessary' assistant, by all means un-necessary. The
means to include, late night parties, multiple men, sorority-type secrets and
World Wide Webbster.
As a financial
genius for Fortune 500 clientèle, Maxila Davis easily affords rendezvous
in any country she chooses. When she thinks she’s about to lose me; she loses
it; and death does us apart. Rich’nald Regis is a 35 year old brilliant
business man and undercover Government Agent and cheating husband and ladies
man and attentive father; whew. He never imagines an Angelia McCarthy and a Veronica Webbster.
20 year old
wild child Tammy Stuart inherits
$5,000,000 from her grandfather's Will while her older sister Wanda gets absolutely
nothing; what a shame. Her crack head sister pays the neighborhood serial
rapist to attack her baby sister, betraying her in the worst of ways. Months
later Tammy re-pays her equally the absolute same.
Desire Floute, like
fiiirebaaaby, is a 19 year old erotic, exotic dancer with a rap video body.
She has everything in her favor except...
Mackenzie Phelps is a
gentle soul that enjoys throwing parties for his friends, cooking
culture-influenced meals, flirting with gorgeous women and being of assistance
to anyone that may need him; exactly what he does for me.
Now Dennis Carroll
is a universal gangster making his ends hella
meet. His thuggish roguish swag is what turns me the hell on and he knows it.
And he uses it to his advantage.
Charlston Hays, an avid traveler,
researcher and writer, relocates to Mauritania, North Africa with his significant
other, Raymond, to express with his creative flair and invoking wisdom, through
literature, what they and others deem still
unnecessary suppression of the majority of the black folks of the Motherland.
Why they’re always calling me for insight is beyond me seeing I’ve never been
to Mauritania.
Antonio Conseulo at 25 decides that the only way of
becoming a notable writer is to leave his Puerto Rican comfort zone; America
will suit him just fine. He blindly engages in unprotected orgies with
high-maintenance men just to fit in with what he’s told is an excepted and natural American custom; liars.”
Before this fact-wrapped-fiction
ends, my failed suicide forces a face-to-face conversation to bid for my life
with the Grim Reaper; it’s hot as hell in here for real.
Introducing- Christine Veronica Webbster and the Spices that flavor her life;
they are the sum of her fears.
To the Urbanites, Gay & Lesbian,
parental abusers, emotionally downtrodden, those who fight to survive
spiritually, it’s your world….
What makes this book stand out besides it
being mostly non-fiction wrapped in fiction, is that it’s gossipy and folks
love something to gossip about. OOWEE
"I'm trying to explain, as best I can, my insanity versus my sanity; needing it emotionally delicate versus accepting it physically rough; fakin' dementia versus ‘I refuse to remember that sh*t!; saddled with the Grim Reaper and his issues.
"Your life's omissions by commissions, the Grim Reaper spit from his hoarse-roar of a voice, hovering inches from my face, in a Nun’s-black robe, his eyes the size of the bottom of Coke bottles, his breath harsh and hot like death's spoilage, had much to do with the choices your flesh made. You stand, here, before me, because you willingly and with full willfulness must. You have lost your divine right for whatever it is you think you need spiritually. The fire you thought you had, the spices you thought you flavored with, can not burn like the fire of Hades. This is your reward for intentionally, yes how you lived your earthly life was absolutely intentional, boaring into what’s left of my being with those eyes, submitting your flesh, your heart, your sex, your soul and your love, every flaming minute of it, leaning in on me as the hell fire flames lick and wall up against me. Where is your God, he demands with a louder-than-thunder voice. Where is ‘The Father’ he roars until I lose my breath.
Before I pass completely out with snot running from my nose, eyes tight with tears, heart bursting because of this fear, “He can still redeem me, still save me, still come get me, there isn’t enough dead. Jesus has already conquered death at the Cross and if He doesn't, in the Name of Jesus....” I scream in a loud voice I didn't even know I had, standing my ground. "You are not GOD!."
And how almost not surviving the emotionally crushing crisis forced upon me, from birth, at the hands of my biological parents from birth, the terrible taunts of my youth, the wisdom of my fake-ass frienemies; suffering in an outspoken and dark silence amongst massive self-made wealth and an A-list social surrounding.
“I still have nightmares. Nightmares that I’m forced to run from even after I’m awake. I was never allowed to believe that a mother and a father is suppose to love their child unconditionally. Everett and Em’ry made it absolutely clear that my life wouldn’t be the fact. These imposed verbal and physical fallacies are the burdens I have to struggle with, each and every day since my conception. The price of being birthed into one of Atlanta’s many super wealthy African American households puts me on a psychological rollercoaster that won't let me catch my breath; paying a fair of emotional insanity that guarantees it…
“Why was I even conceived? What do they expect me to do; I’m a baby, a child, a teen; now I’m gone. I figure my mother actually takes pleasure in verbally and physically abusing me during every waking moment as my father stands on the sideline like a damn punk.”
“By age 15 I’m packed, removed and shipped to my aunt Marjorie, in San Antonio, Texas. In my youth I create a nemesis of Angelia McCarthy, whose parents are both Federal Court Judges and parent in the opposite fashion; their daughter can do no wrong.
What had happen was….BFFs Angelia and Heather is in the pristine restroom of our super expensive and private Junior High school sharing a stall. Tracey, my BFF, and I enter the restroom to freshen up after all the dancing, prancing and being rubbed all up on. We hear giggling. I step up on the toilet next to the whispering. Peeking over the stall wall I witness the two greedily snorting cocaine and uninhibitedly masturbating one another. With three clicks of my digital, “You bitches are busted!”
Within the hour Tracey and I fast forward the photos to Angelia’s parents who are both, you know, forcing her family to have to shake town; OOWEE! Oh but when Angelia catches up to me in adulthood the proverbial shit hits the fan for real.”
“As a young adult I employ my way into the hearts, minds and financial accounts of those socially surrounding me as I cancel out everything that doesn’t make dollars; I already know what doesn’t make sense.
By my mid thirties I’ve become a millionaire many times over due to the graces of God; this is where the spices that will flavor my life comes invading in.”
Tracey, it appears we'll be best friends forever, but just like the four, seasons change and sometimes with an unexpected vengeance. Angelia re-surfaces, ultra incognito, determined to use her now-established social muscle to influence the outcome of my now-publicized fate; 10 to 25 Fed.
The personal and professional goals of Mr. Frederick Franks include becoming a respected photographer and somebody 'necessary' assistant, by all means un-necessary. The means to include, late night parties, multiple men, sorority-type secrets and World Wide Webbster.
As a financial genius for Fortune 500 clientèle, Maxila Davis easily affords rendezvous in any country she chooses. When she thinks she’s about to lose me; she loses it; and death does us apart. Rich’nald Regis is a 35 year old brilliant business man and undercover Government Agent and cheating husband and ladies man and attentive father; whew. He never imagines an Angelia McCarthy and a Veronica Webbster.
20 year old wild child Tammy Stuart inherits $5,000,000 from her grandfather's Will while her older sister Wanda gets absolutely nothing; what a shame. Her crack head sister pays the neighborhood serial rapist to attack her baby sister, betraying her in the worst of ways. Months later Tammy re-pays her equally the absolute same.
Desire Floute, like fiiirebaaaby, is a 19 year old erotic, exotic dancer with a rap video body. She has everything in her favor except...
Mackenzie Phelps is a gentle soul that enjoys throwing parties for his friends, cooking culture-influenced meals, flirting with gorgeous women and being of assistance to anyone that may need him; exactly what he does for me.
Now Dennis Carroll is a universal gangster making his ends hella meet. His thuggish roguish swag is what turns me the hell on and he knows it. And he uses it to his advantage.
Charlston Hays, an avid traveler, researcher and writer, relocates to Mauritania, North Africa with his significant other, Raymond, to express with his creative flair and invoking wisdom, through literature, what they and others deem still unnecessary suppression of the majority of the black folks of the Motherland. Why they’re always calling me for insight is beyond me seeing I’ve never been to Mauritania.
Antonio Conseulo at 25 decides that the only way of becoming a notable writer is to leave his Puerto Rican comfort zone; America will suit him just fine. He blindly engages in unprotected orgies with high-maintenance men just to fit in with what he’s told is an excepted and natural American custom; liars.”
Before this fact-wrapped-fiction ends, my failed suicide forces a face-to-face conversation to bid for my life with the Grim Reaper; it’s hot as hell in here for real.
Introducing- Christine Veronica Webbster and the Spices that flavor her life; they are the sum of her fears.
To the Urbanites, Gay & Lesbian, parental abusers, emotionally downtrodden, those who fight to survive spiritually, it’s your world….
What makes this book stand out besides it being mostly non-fiction wrapped in fiction, is that it’s gossipy and folks love something to gossip about. OOWEE
In Life
Christine Veronica Webbster; an emotional wreck becomes a financial powerhouse, having spent secluded years building her world to fit securely into her sanity.
Her experiences with life’s ups and downs, its ins and outs, tricks in her emotional trade, allows her to repeatedly refocus her instilled views of the harshness of potential relationships; refusing to be sucked up out of her spirit.
Her psychological fits fight her every step of the way as she steps into adulthood knowing she is about to face an unknown reality truly alone.
The spices in her life define her morals, morals that cause her to maintain a certain distance from people; it being necessary for her mental stability. With her headaches and emotions in and out of remission, she rushes from her past trying not to blame her beginnings. She blossoms; one of the many things she’s great at.
At 35, with two established businesses and more money than most in her amazing social circle she lives with the spices in her life to the fullest on her own terms; until...
The Spices In Life
Kim Wilson, OOWEE
