Whitney Peyton — no cookie-cutter rapper.
Calling me the N-word just because my skin is brown. I imagine him waiting for me knowing that I could never wait. The blood of my poems can be as dry as the sahara; as wet as monsoons; as cutting as a machete in the hands of the mau mau. Let all of the fantasies that dance in her head. Drawing on her desire to respond righteously, she encapsulated that experience of love and consciousness to produce the progressive, relevant and textured writings of Still Living on my Feet.