Neighborhood Flower (Listening Party Intro)

[Music] [Intro – Spoken Word with Cadence] Looking for my vibrator, magic back massager. Old stuff in the closet I ain’t let go of. New stuff I ain’t even opened. Holding panties I never intended to wear. It feels good, they say... Marketing draws, genius. Dang [Pause], I miss DaWayne. [Chorus – Singing] Poo nonny, Poo nonny, Poo nonny, my word. [Verse – Spoken Word with Cadence] Just a lil’ neighborhood flower, planted and pruned in Oakland. Hip Hop journalist, my preferred label. Hoe-ing in a garden of diss ease, where somebody planted AIDS. A death sentence, pronounced to silence pleasure and spread through prisons Nineteen Ninety Five Poo nanny was more than poetry it was my mission Power to the Flower! [Chorus – Singing] Poo nonny, Poo nonny, Poo nonny, my word. [Verse – Spoken Word with Cadence] Aye, as a sound is loud and disruptive. Aye!! They say to break up a fight or a party. AIDS was the fight at the party in my head AIDS was a harsh word, later softened, rebranded Aich I Vee with the soft hhhuh-hhhuh-hhhuh Semantics, huuh! they play too much. That’s why I created The Poo nonny Poets. [Chorus – Singing] Poo nonny, Poo nonny, Poo nonny, my word. [Verse – Spoken Word with Cadence] I loved the word Poo nonny. The soft P, the pull of the ooooohh... that gets you down on one knee The word was mine. Then AIDS comes along. Young, hadn’t even mastered my orgasm yet. Fast forward, a young protégé, terrified of COVID, still wears a mask. She reminds me of me back then. Watching Fauci on TV, AIDS CZAR COVID master, with no cures. [Bridge – Singing] Poo nonny, Poo nonny, Poo nonny. Even the word feels good in your mouth. Poo nonny, Poo nonny, Poo nonny. Neighborhood flower, in her final hour my word. [Verse – Spoken Word with Cadence] 2019, lockdown in my basement. Empty walls and words to comfort me. I wondered if I was part of a conspiracy. Unbeknownst to me supporting the condom industry playing a role in population control Sick over the thought, disturbed by all I had learned. I went through the stages of grief over my word. [Breakdown – Spoken Word] And now lovers and friends, Now it’s Coffy Time. Coffy-Coffy Coffy-Coffy My other word, steeped in history, born in my creative corner with D’Wayne. In our electric church, a living sanctshuary of sound, a musical portal for a prodigal poet seeking home in rhythm and rhyme.. [Verse – Spoken Word ] Creating an entire Coffy town for you, my loyal supporters. Thirty years of Poo nonny Poets. Thank you for your patience. Truth is a mystery, a grand design for misery. Truth is a Trap House. I wrote a book, yep. Unlike Poo nonny The Hip Hop Psalms, this one needs no vixens. It is the picture. Truth is a Trap House, next step in my rise to Christ Consciousness, where little men cannot make me uncomfortable in my own skin. [Chorus – Singing] Poo nonny, Poo nonny, Poo nonny, my word. [Outro – Spoken Word] Today, The Poo nonny Poets is a legacy. Coffy in all her flavors — books, music, video, art, and romantic comedy — has taken over my stage. The following is a sampling of the Twenty Twenty Six season soundtrack. I know you will love it. Lately, I have become familiar with AI. Hi. I am Jessica Holter’s persona. I hope you enjoyed this introduction, Truth is a Trap House: The Lissening Party.