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Thug in my Life


—for Rihanna and Centino Kemp 

Gotta keep it on the down low
I'll never let my mama know

Only call him on my cell phone
only see him after dark

He scoops me up in his ride
Friday about a quarter to 9

There's a thug in my life 
how am I gonna tell my mama

She gonna say it ain't right 
but he's so good to me

There's a thug in my life 
its gonna cause crazy drama

I'm gonna see him tonight 
I'm gonna give him everything

Sometimes it gets kinda crazy
but he treats me like a lady

He gives me everything I need
I don't care who's hating on me

There's a thug in my life
How am I gonna tell my mama

T-H-U-G in my life baby
Cause I need lotsa thug lovin

First Lady (2013)


RIHANNA—Centino Kemp
VING RHAMES—Bishop Eddie Long

VING RHAMES plays the charismatic—
Bishop Eddie Long of Atlanta, Georgia

Reprising his knock out performances—
in “Baby Boy” and “Pulp Fiction”

VING RHAMES epitomizes the complex—
troubled, tortured religious leader

As RIHANNA plays Centino Kemp—
singing her heart out in stylish drag

Living and surviving as this yummy—
young Caribbean black queen bee

John Singleton (“Shaft,” “Boyz N the Hood”)—
directs this powerful charming melodrama

Tyrese Gibson plays Centino Kemp—
when Centino be like butchin’ it up 

“First Lady” be a tough and unflinching—
look at modern Deep South urban gay life

In many ways Atlanta and Miami are like—
Living in the intense South Central LA Hood

Sisterly Signifyin'


“You are the best 
thing I never wanted”
—Centino Kemp, First Lady

“Our sisters are hurting.
They desperately yearn
for positive male figures
in their lives”
—T. BensonGlover

It be easy to see how much—
Signifyin’ there be goin on

Between Centino Kemp—
And co-author T. BensonGlover 

How Kemp’s gay reportage—
And BensonGlover’s repartee 

Come together rather nicely—
Signifyin’ about the “Life”

Kemp’s story about being preyed—
upon by Rev. Long a Man of God

And “Sister” Williams’ story—
About growin up in North Philly 

The “Life” keeps us on the run—
from pimps, prison cells & coffins

Sisters give solace & comfort to—
those sisters, raped, tortured, hurt

BensonGlover’s signifyin’ be tres—
intense ghettoese dialoging

Hardly any narrative, mostly—
Signifyin’ stream of consciousness

Sister Williams’ writing style—
Influencing Sister Kemp

Dishing pimps, sugar daddies—
What black sisters hav ta go thru

Still Not Over You


—for Rihanna and Centino Kemp

I know we haven't spoken for a while
but I was thinkin bout you

And it kinda made me smile
so many things to say

I'll put em down on paper
maybe it’ll make it easier

The words might come 
but not like you used to, baby

Wish I could press rewind
and relive every line

The story of me and you
don't you know I really tried 

To get you out my mind
but it don't get no better

As each day goes by
I'm still lost and confused

P.S. I'm still not over you
still not over you, baby

Fading, Fading


—for Rihanna and Centino Kemp 

Generations are fading, fading
right before our eyes

All the old sorrows and regrets
they be fading, fading away

Isn’t that how it’s always been
they finally just fade away

They can’t help being that way but
now they’re just fading, fading away

Isn’t that how we’ve always been
Fading, fading away from them?

All of us ending up being this way
Fading, fading from who we were?

FIRST LADY: Book Review

FIRST LADY: Book Review  

First Lady (Kindle Edition)
by Centino Kemp & T. Benson Glover 

Well, my dears, I stayed up last night & read the ultra trashy tell-all "First Lady."

What a Queen Bee naughty little Diva. Something to rival even the esteemed Showman Rev. Eddie Long. Contessa Kemp and her co-writer—they mercilessly Read the Beads and Drag it All de Way Out, honey.

It be okay, girl, to dump a couple of str8t black studs outta your bed every once in awhile after you get tired of them and then go on to the next cute young black thing available....

But mercy, girl—don't ever dump a queen bee diva like Miss Kemp 'cause she be the worst kinda perfectly Pissed Off Woman Scorned to get on your fuckin case, honey. Watch out, girl! Stand back!! She be Bad Trouble!!!

Contessa Kemp goes on & on. I don't know who's fuckin worse: the Good cocksuckin Reverend Eddie Long or the ditched diva queen bee Contessa Kemp.

Miss Kemp settled for $100,000. In fact, her entry into the lawsuit that was at the settlement stage was crucial for the other young black men to get a nice slice of the pie. But apparently, Miss Kemp... she be greedy for more.

Somebody (lawyers, publishers, entrepreneurs, Hollywood Confidential, National Enquirer?) smelling dirt—convinced her to launch her new music-modeling-literary career based by spilling the beans all the way on the fine upstanding Black Queer Ministry there in Atlanta. 

Oh, my oh my—does Miss Kemp read de beads, honey. Like how ugly Rev. Long's wife be... when compared with Miss Kemp’s stylish expensive kept-boy coiffure & high-class boutique fashion!!! 

And how Miss Kemp be the one & only true darling "First Lady"—at least that’s what the good Reverend says during their tricky trysts kept hidden secretly in escorted limos & classy condos across the country. 

Unfortunately, Eddie the Dinge Queen… he done ditched his First Lady. He got seduced by a series of cute young rough trade numbers right up his alley. But unfortunately, they got chilled after being sucked off and not paid enough for their seminal services. 

What makes "First Lady" so revealing and exquisitely that none of de str8t numbers could possibly tell this whole Holy Roller Sex Story in such tacky juicy lurid details as Miss Kemp and her so-very-helpful co-authoress T. Benson Glover do in this tell-all True Confessions scandalous quagmire of queer Rihanna racy raunchy ravings.  

Yes, it's simply breathtaking, my dears. How all these archetypal Black Angels, these simply fabulous "Elmer Gantry" Evangelicals do flaunt it and be gettin down & rich quick.... only to fuck up like Jimmy Swaggart getting caught with a whore in a New Orleans motel parking lot & then losing his huge Congregation along with his much anticipated so-called holy roller University now rotting in ruins out there in the Louisiana bayou boonies.  

Yes, my dears, just like with Jimmy Swaggart, it now seems de good Lawd has just about been as equally scandalized and shamed by de simply shameless "high roller" shenanigans of de latest "Holly Roller" Man of God to fall from Heavenly Grace... de handsome vain butchy muscular good Reverend Eddie Long of Atlanta, Georgia—de Sodom & Gomorrah of de Deep South!!!!!!!!!!! 

The great Southern Black Church Community be simply SHOCKED, my dears, having been so deceitfully deceived and haughtily hoodwinked by such a smooth-talkin suave sophisticated Devil up there in the Pulpit as Reverend Eddie Long!!!!

The one good thing in this whole shocking Religious Wake Up Call for all of us—is that surely the Black Religious Community will now come to its holier-than-thou homophobic heterosexist senses, Halleluiah brothers & sisters!!! 

That indeed, my dears, the Southern Black Religious Community will finally reach out and forgive the good Reverend Eddie Long for his various & sundry Homosexual Sins and Queer Transgressions!!!

Not only Forgive the good Reverend Long.... 

But also Embrace de Black Homosexual Community as well—which up until now the str8t Black Religious Community has been totally against. GLBT black folks have been demonized as tragically Taboo and Forbidden Creatures of the Night by certain overzealous unforgiving Black Leaders.

It’s time now not only for GLBT marriage—but also for leaders like Eldridge Cleaver, Toni Morrison, W.E.B DuBois, Amiri Baraka (AKA Leroy Jones), Haki Madhubuti and Minister Farrakhan to finally lovingly embrace their gay black brothers and sisters…

Once upon a time—interracial marriage wasn’t permitted in the United States of America. And one’s inheritance rights were based on—how many drops of your proud African-American blood be running through your precious whitey veins. 

So how can those who can now interracially marry—say “No!!!” to those of us who want to be permitted to marry the same way? To be proud GLBT American loving couples—protected by the same rights & rules as everybody else?

De First Lady


“The one person in my life
that gave me everything 
that I long for was toxic”
—Centino Kemp, First Lady

Baldwin must be laughing in his grave—
While Toni Morrison be tres pissed off

The taboo of black homosexuality—
Hoodoo Voodoo be back in Style

Once you’ve gone Mandingo, honey—
There aint no fucking turning back

Thanks to Reverend Eddie Long—
De “First Lady” be reading beads!!!!

I Sucked Off a Zombie


Hear those beating, throbbing —
Voodoo drums tonight, honey?
I know I once did, my dear. . .

The Moon high overhead —
The twisting tall Canefield path
The crossroads guarding secrets 

Voodoo ceremonies late at night —
But first I had to pass the test
Going down on Darby Jones

So tall, hung and handsome —
The whites of his upturned eyes
Placating his huge Zombie Penis

Homo HooDoo VooDoo


“when he crows they quiver
and when he comes they flee”
—Ishmael Reed, “The Black Cock,”

A specter is haunting Big Easy—
The specter of Homo HooDoo VooDoo

Mojo Queens with faggy flumes—
Cry out for the Big Black Mandingo

Our Lady of New Orleans goes—
For young hung VooDoo boyz

Maria Laveau of the Big Easy—
Old queen of the Nile be back again


Marie Laveau be back again—
Big Easy HooDoo VooDoo Queen

Outta Bayou St. John darkness—
Up outta deep Lake Pontchartrain 

Up from Katrina black ghetto ruins—
Living Dead Zombies walking again

HooDoo Night of the Living Dead—
Home of VooDoo Black Mystery


Homo HooDoo VooDoo queen bees—
Crave & desire that young Negritude

Little Richard be playing her piano—
Young black Godz ride their Horses

Fuck Liberace & Elvis the Pelvis—
Vieux Carré queens want the good stuff

The first Vatican Black Pope arrives—
Black Jesus brings on the Apocalypse

Sun Ra orbits the Black Beltway—
Rome does Jazz Masses in Italy

Resurrect de HooDoo VooDoo—
I heard it thru the Grapevine!!!


Pick a young built Mandingo number—
Stoned & dancing all night long

Thicken with plenty of VooDoo cum—
Gumbo filet studs be nice & tasty

Delta ham, crabs, shrimp—
Onions, garlic, parsley, red pepper

Stir until stiff with plenty of coke—
Big meaty slice for everybody!!!


Gay Delta Deep South—
Home of homo Louisiana loas

Dark African slinky panthers—
Dancing in the Zimbabwe night

Feeding the Afro hungry godz—
Lotsa young Vieux Carré Cock

Our Lady of Queer New Orleans—
She likes de young black stuff

Dark Lady of Old Ancient Nile—
Down here by the Mississippi

Mardi Gras comes & goes—
Old Vieux Carré sticks around 

Son of Blacula


“Blacula” in 1972 as well as—
“Suck, Blacula, Suck” (1973)

Hot Blaxploitation flicks—
Caught my flaming fag attention

I started going down early—
down there in de gay ghetto

Down there in the Vieux Carré
on sultry Saturday nights

At the Bad Boy Bijou Theater—
way up there in the balcony

Giving head on my knees—
sucking off Superfly Studs

Word got around fast—
I be a Dinge queen, baby

I liked the big black stuff—
de blacker the better, man

Homo HooDoo


The Big Easy be my home—
Homo Hoodoo Voodoo, baby

Vieux Carré loas languish—
In this rotting City of Love

Homo HooDoo’s been around—
Longer than Hollywood Babylon

Harlem’s Hoodoo Voodoo once—
There at The Niggeratti Mansion

Where gay poet Bruce Nugent—
Wrote  “Smoke, Lily and Jade” 

But Harlem with its Renaissance—
Ended during the Great Depression

While Homo Hoodoo Voodoo—
Stayed Underground in New Orleans

Like some old Egyptian temple—
Down by the sluggish Nile Delta


Homo HooDoo down by the levee—
Mississippi Delta Bourbon Negritude

Mardi Gras’s got Mandingo men—
Parading up & down Canal Street

HooDoo VooDoo Mardi Gras—
Long & lanky be what I likes

Homo HooDoo VooDoo gets around—
Marie Laveau she be back in town 

Tongues be getting untied again—
Mumbo Jumbo Mardi Gras queens



Future - DNA (FBG- The Movie) Freeband Gang - DNA (Future)


“Jes Grew infests
all it touches”
—Ishmael Reed
Mumbo Jumbo

There’s a snake in my thigh—
At night it be a big black python

I feel it slithering & growing—
Giving me sullen wetdreams, baby

I can’t control it anymore—
Just like back when I be teenager

It comes in the middle of the night—
It takes over my whole existence

All the French Quarter fags—
Keep pestering me all the time 

Those Vieux Carré voyeurs can tell—
They can’t get enough of my junk

I prowl French Quarter jazz joints—
Cruising nights for a pair of greedy lips

Homo HooDoo VooDoo vibes—
Be driving me fuckin crazy

Escape from Prison Planet


The New Interdimensional—
Exopolitical Game that’s
Better than ESCAPE FROM LA!!!!

Your chance to be the—
One and only SNAKE PLISSKEN!!! 

Dive into the MATRIX—
Explore alternate Timelines
Get off on new Synthetic
NO ESCAPE Sick Scenarios!!!

Explore alt REALITIES—
In REM dream state brainwaves
That’ll make your skin crawl
And your DICK GO SPAZ!!!

Take the RED PILL—
And get to see just how deep
The Rabbit Hole goes down
Into darkest DARK MATTER!!!

Relive Ford's Theater—
Do the Red Plains of Mars
Scope out Saturn’s Rings

Mardi Gras Mojo


Choking on his Creole cock—
Tasting his father, uncles, brothers

Stoned, clotted with rum and coke—
Addicted to his baby-paste cum

Pea-green Gulf of Mexico eyes—
His kinky pubes my new moustache

Pealing back his licorice black foreskin—
Conjuring up his swollen pink head

Congo cock with a two-inch slit—
My tongue tip down deep inside him

Nothing like young Mandingo mojo—
Banging his head on the headboard

In my Vieux Carré hotel bedroom—
During Voodoo Créole Mardi Gras



—for Ahmos Zu-Bolton

I don’t wanna write a poem—
About making out with Zu....
Black Voodoo griot back then

I don’t wanna write anything—
That says “blackness is” anything...
Everybody knows the real thing
Was the 10,000 evil ways we all
Came over here as black slaves

All I know is Zu was endowed—
And I tasted his tart African cum
Gettin' him off three times so
That his moody DeRidder love
Got into me real good with his
Nasty-tasting soul seed

Voodoo Love is what I needed—
I let him flow through me mixing
With my mother’s mulatto love
Feeling his Shango sperm giving
Me all his masculine power down
To the last jizzy Voodoo squirt

Making my penis even blacker—
I could feel it getting bigger too
Feeling his deep Erzulie ecstasy 
Oozing Ogoun spaz through me 
All fucking night long, baby

Katrina Flashback


NEW ORLEANS (AP)—“Concerned the Superdome might not be able to handle the energy needed for its first Super Bowl since Hurricane Katrina, officials spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on upgrades to decayed utility lines.”

It was embarrassing and puzzling on Sunday—
the 34-minute power outage in the Superdome

I had to laugh thinking about all those white folks—
stuck in the pitch black darkness of the Superdome

During the third quarter of the game between—
the Baltimore Ravens and San Francisco 49ers

Reminding me of all those New Orleans black folks—
flooded outta their homes never to return

Crammed into the Superdome like dead sardines—
the smell of puke, sweat, death and tragedy

The Big Easy a stinking wreck of a ghost town—
poisoned, inundated, exiles trying to get out

I rescued this cute black chicken still in a daze—
he’d lost his family, all of them drowned

Hiding up in the attic, the helicopters got him out—
stuck him in the Superdome alone and scared

I spotted him in the crowd crying all alone—
I rescued him and took him to my apartment

The Vieux Carré crammed with adamant sisters
Staying drunk and high during the hurricane

The cops didn’t want to fucking rescue the fags
They be the reason for Hurricane Katrina dontchaknow

Lafitte’s kept going upstairs with a gay band—
Worse things had happened in the Big Easy, dears

I gave the kid a bath and cleaned him up—
Got him loaded on some decent weed and drunk

Spent a couple of weeks getting him off—
His Congolese cock and Dixie dick all mine

Sluggish, slow and thick like Old Man River—
I milked his Mandingo Mississippi meat real good

Making him forget Katrina and the whole mess—
He thanked me then I never saw him again

Bad Seed


My mother be a high-yellow pretty redhead—
She gave me her bright orange-red pubes

But that’s not all of course, baby—
She gave me all my dinge Pride & Shame

Penis envy and jealousy got me thru—
The whole goddamn stupid whitey venue

Guys in gym would stare in the showers—
I let them see it hard all the way, man

Word got around school, gays & chicks—
Started really paying attention to me 

Calling me up late on Saturday nights—
Wanting to date me at the Snake Pit Drive In

I was easy so I got around pretty good—
Fag teachers kept me after school dontchaknow

I needed it bad getting off twice a day—
They got me loaded on acid and weed

Pretty soon I had this really Bad Attitude—
I could feel Bad Seed flowing in my veins


Basquiat Untititled


“You’re sure dark
for a white guy”
—Philip Roth
The Human Stain

Passing for a white kid wasn’t easy—
When you’ve got a big black dick like me

It’s like being queer & trying to pass—
For being a fucking str8t honky asshole

There’s no way to hide it from knowing eyes—
Eyes that know and see and see too much

My mulatto mother had to get divorced—
When my father took one look at it

One look at my proud pigmented penis—
That was it ‘cause he was outta there

My mother was high yellow just like outta—
Faulkner’s trashy novel Absalom, Absalom 

And there it was for everybody to see—
My young jet-black Mandingo manhood 

What made matters worse later on was—
I was queer as a Confederate dollar bill

I would’ve made a good Mapplethorpe model—
Once you’ve gone black there’s no turning back

Hoodoo Voodoo mojo already had me good—
My African genealogy growin' in my groin

My mulatto mother couldn’t help me—
I started wearing a Hoodoo Headrag

White chicks called me up late on Sat nights—
They wanted what I wanted: Mandingo love