Thursday, December 23, 2010











“My lady aint no bitch, she gets whatever I own. So when you see her, understand thats me nigga. Understand that im the same OG nigga. I know the difference between a bitch & a Bey(once)….. Niggaaa”

Monday, December 20, 2010

Marc By Marc Jacobs

Gil-Scott Heron:

Us living as we do upside down.  And the new word to have is revolution.  People don't even want to hear the preacher  spill or spiel because God's whole card has been thoroughly piqued.  And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey.  The youngsters who were programmed to continue  fucking up woke up one night digging  Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys.  America stripped for bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes. The signs of Truth were tattooed across our open ended vagina.  We learned to our amazement untold tale of scandal.  Two long centuries buried in the musty vault,  hosed down daily with a gagging perfume.  America was a bastard the illegitimate daughter of the mother country  whose legs were then spread around the world  and a rapist known as freedom, free doom.  Democracy, liberty, and justice were revolutionary code names  that preceded the bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling  in the mother country's crotch What does Webster say about soul? All I want is a good home and a wife and a children and some food to feed them every night. After all is said and done build a new route to China if they'll have you. Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America?

Maturity,


I think the more you mature, you start to look at things with a different eye, in a different light. You start to understand more, but only when you're open to understanding. You appreciate books, art, people, music, knowledge, friendships, and more. The NAKED eye will comprehend where I'm coming from. Shit isn't one sided anymore...I guess I can say that's the beauty of life.

Sidenote, this was written while listening to "Let Me Be" by Kendrick Lamar

Monday, December 13, 2010

The Element of Freedom

I think "Freedom" is a very powerful, controversial word.It can cause Civil Wars, raise fists, being people together & also tear them apart. You have people who believe Freedom is being able to do whatever the fuck they want, you have people who think Freedom only pertains to Slavery, you have people who believe there's no such thing as Freedom, except Free-Doom, and then you have people like me...who believe the element of Freedom is a figment of our own minds, a seed, still waiting for the word to fully blossom before us. But that's where the problem lies. Why are we waiting around for Freedom to find us? Our world is one of great corruption and oppression, but we make the choices. Freedom can be anything we want it to be. The freedom to smoke Marajuana in the comfort of our own homes. The freedom to marry same sex couples. But nothing comes easy. America is now blood & tears instead of milk and honey, but we must continue the search, and the fight...for Freedom.

Stop having blind eyes, deaf ears, dumb tongues, closed minds, and deceived hearts. Don't be the perfect slave.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Think about it


Despite everything you've ever believed or heard, if you found the end of the world, would you take a risk and jump? I mean, we've been on this earth for quite some time...so would you continue to explore what has already been discovered, or take a leap of faith into the UNKNOWN... literally.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

An Ode to my Niggas

Ode to you, friends of mine that are males.
Especially the ones doing something with yourselves.
I don't knock the hustle, but I know this life is rough,
Ode to those who have had to be more than tough.
I admire our friendship, your intelligence, and even your humor.
I sometimes wish I could've met you all sooner.
Your willingness to overcome the struggle is a motivation,
We love hard workers, the ones with dedication, striving to get an education.
You give us a sensation of inspiration that sparks a creation of our imagination.
Reassuring us that we can be whatever we put our mind to.
Ode to my athletes & homies with jobs, man, the upmost respect for you.
Juggling High school, or College, Home life, and still making room?
Keep the focus first, and the women second,
Because choices you make now will be a valuable lesson.
The hard work will pay off , I'm sure of it all,
Just remember that nobody walks before they crawl.
There's nothing like a strong man, so take pride in all you do,
Keep pushing my niggas, I see you!

Her.

Brown skin, brown skin,
Where does yours begin, and mine end?
Lol, on some India Arie biz.
The smoothest, the sun loves to kiss,
Call 'er the dark complected female with the beautiful epidermis.
In Urban terms, the black sistah with the sexy skin.
Accompanied by a smile that makes them loose the confusion.
Body of a goddess, and struck with hips,
The ones that make you want to explore all curves and dips.
A work of art, Pacasso couldn't even paint a picture of her,
Got the heart of a lion, but a hopelessly wreckless lover.
A rare individual, blessed with charisma and class,
Her mind is deep, but the gasps are usually for her ass.
Shake my head one time.
Don't you see that her mind is sublime?
Cherish it, support it, stand by it together,
Because beauty passes, but wisdom remains forever.


Monday, October 11, 2010

Open Letter of Resentment to Our Notorious Friend "Love"

Dear Love,

I am charging you with being completely overrated. We are taught to think that you are something spectacular, and amazing, which is probably only the case 50% of the time. You're two-faced. You have the ability to make people feel like they're on top of the world one minute, and then make someone feel like they're being crushed under the weight of the world the next minute. You have this way of making people in relationships fall hard...but often times one more than the other. You should be a mutual thing, but for some reason, you get a kick out of seeing people travel down a one way street. You practice cruel and unusual punishment and you've been a weapon in disguise for entirely too long. I hear by declare you a desperado to my mind, body, and soul. You've been found guilty as charged by myself, and a number of your other victims, and are sentenced to confinement until someone can prove you innocent. That is all.

Sincerely,
Alexis Shantia Scott

Monday, October 4, 2010

No Spheres Here,


Contrary to your beliefs, my world has never been a sphere. I view the world, and everything and one in it from a very unique pair of eyes. I think that once you have found your perspective on life, and you're happy with it, you have reached one of your greatest coups. I have yet to fill this void. I'm just on the roller coaster of my pursuit of happiness. It may be treacherous, but I'll buckle my seatbelt and hold on tight, because I'm down for the ride. This is MY world, what shall I make of it?

Friday, September 3, 2010

The Butterfly Effect


Today was my first day in my Personal Development class, which is also my first college course. I learned a great deal already, but the one thing that stuck to me the most was when my Instructor talked about the Butterfly Effect. Of course the first thing you think about is the movie starring Ashton Kutcher, but there's a bigger meaning behind it. It is said, that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wings can ultimately cause a typhoon half way around the world, or change it's path. The way I interpreted this is that ONE small action can GRAVELY alter the future, or cause a domino effect. I believe it is also known as "The Chaos Theory". Well, that explains a lot.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

One picture, a thousand words.


"A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you, the less you know."-Diane Arbus
I came up with an ENTIRE scenario for this picture. Perhaps a Part II ?

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Our World By: Alexis Scott

Why is it that when we lie, we look to the left?
What's REALLY going to happen after death?

Why is it that when you try not to cry, you get a painful lump in your throat?
Why does the female species find it becoming to gloat?

If hate is such a strong word, why is it such an easy action?
If there's a variety jobs, why do we all want to be the designer of fashion?

If children are a gift from GOD, why are we so very mistreated?
If love is to be cherished, why does it all too often leave our hearts depleted?

See, words of endearment are becoming too dominate when you live in a world where it's impossible to be celibate. We fear Lions and Tigers and Bears, but walk the unsafe streets of cities in which we dwell, without a care. That's where the real problem lies. Lies, told from one person to the next, which usually ends in the words "I regret..". Can you feel me yet? Church was never my priority, cause I get the daily word from Kanye, Common, Wale, and Bob Marley. That's when the judgement comes, and I hate fighting ignorance, but I don't dare to run. Young men with tattoos, pants loose, and guns, we don't know their stories, but we still choose to shun. People always say college is the key to success, parents pound it in our heads, so unheard of dreams are locked away and suppressed. I'm just speaking for those without a voice, the ones who are forced into situations, not given a choice. The majority yells PROP 8, while the minority yells NOH8. Can you relate? I know many of us can. We need freedom for the voiceless, cause I'll be damned. Our generation is repeatedly dogged out, but who can tell me who raised these children that we rant and rave about? We stress that chivalry is dead, but are surrounded by women who only want their men to break bread...Enough said. This is OUR world, let's get it together BEFORE they day we're lying in a hospital bed all covered in RED.

Take a stand for what you believe in.

Sam Sarpong for NOH8
Kim Kardashian for
NOH8
Tila Tequila for
NOH8
Ashlee Simpson-Wentz & Pete Wentz for NOH8

On November 4, 2008 Proposition 8 passed in California, amending the state Constitution to ban same-sex marriage.
The NOH8 Campaign is a photographic silent protest created by celebrity photographer Adam Bouska and partner Jeff Parshley in direct response to the passage of Proposition 8. Photos feature subjects with duct tape over their mouths, symbolizing their voices being silenced by Prop 8 and similar legislation around the world, with "NOH8" painted on one cheek in protest.

Two years later, Prop 8 has since been overturned, and same-sex couples are now legally able to marry. So special shout out to the makers of the NOH8 campaign for all of their work, and helping to give people the equality and happiness we are ALL entitled to.


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The Fantasy

They day I sit on a porch, in front of a beautiful ass house designed by me, in a bathing suit, sipping lemonade, and laughing with my Best Friend and Sister about how my son always writes his "E"s backwards on his homework. Gazing at the sun, remembering when I WISHED for everything I now have. My Husband and daughter will then pull into our driveway, and when he gets out the car, I look at him as if I'd never seen a more beautiful creature. My daughter, missing her front teeth, but all smiles, runs to give me a hug, and immediately rushes to her room to enjoy the new toys her Dad bought her. My husband greets us with a "Hello ladies" and plants a kiss on my lips that sends the butterflies in my stomach fluttering, and tells us the game is on, so he will accompany us a little later. We proceed to the pool, in the backyard. I throw a frizbee for our dog to catch, and swan dive into the pool. I can no longer hear anything but the calm water moving through my hair, and into my ears, and I can't help but think...This is the life I've been waiting for.

Can you see it?

Monday, August 9, 2010

Ambitious Girl





I wish more people wanted this...

Summer, 2010

Good Morning,
Today is August 9, 2010 9:04 am. For me, this means there are only about 14 more days that I will be able to enjoy, without being on any sort of wake-up schedule. That was just a small reminder that school will be starting in exactly 2 weeks :( One thing I can say, is that I've definitely enjoyed my summer. So much has happened this year, that just made me feel that I should enjoy my summer before I go back to school this year. So far this summer, I've gone to my sister's house a few times, Six Flags, Universal City Walk, The L.A Zoo, Hermosa Beach, Docweiler Beach, and some other cool stuff. I've also found a job , finally. In these next two weeks, I hope to return to six flags, go to the Long Beach Aquarium, and take a road trip to San Diego. We'll see how that goes!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

"Beauty passes, wisdom remains"


I am a firm believer in this quote. Being one who has both qualities, I feel it is necessary to spread the word that wisdom is what is truly going to carry you through life, and in turn grow through out it as well. . My dear friends, outter beauty will only last us so long in my opinion. I'm not only directing this to women, but men also. Ladies, your hair will not always be the beautiful, rich color that it is today. Eventually, that will be taken over by brittle-like colors of grey, and white. Gentleman, eventually, you will no longer be capable of enticing a woman with your wrinkle-free, youthful faces, and in-place hair lines. The more you experience, the wiser you will become. I also believe that experience isn't the only way to become wise. KNOWLEDGE is also a key to wisdom. This is why, after many years of immaturity, I have finally realized that with every encounter I have, and new things I learn, I am becoming wiser day by day. If I had to choose, I would die full of beauty SECOND to full of wisdom.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

My Day Away ( Diary Entry)

June 22,2010 3:39pm Location: Hermosa Beach
Now Playing: In My Dreams By: Kid Cudi
Dear Diary,
Today is my day away. I woke up when my body was physically and mentally ready, Igot dressed, and was on my way. I started my day off by going to
the Library. I got myself a Library card, and checked out two books. "Honey Flava" By Zane, and "Promise You Won't Freak Out" By Doris and Natalie F
uller. After that, I walked around and discovered a new beauty supply store that carries EVERYTHING. lol Lucky me. Next, I hopped on the bus to the mall. Here, I got some McDonalds, and my favorite drink. (Caramel Frapp) . I walked over to Zumies to see if they still carried the keep-a-breast braclets I kept procrastinating about. Fortunately they did. It was like 5$, which is kind of a lot for a damn braclet. lol At least I'm supporting the cause right? Well, now I'm at my last stop right now, which is Hermosa Beach. The sky is almost perfect. Cloudy, but not glumey. There's a pleasant breeze bru
shing against my skin nearly soothing enough to put me to sleep. In the background of the music playing in my ears, I hear the waves of the ocean calmly spreading across the shore, where children, couples, and bi
rds alike, wait for the salty water to touch their feet, but only the birds can fly away. As for me, I'm going to lie here with my feet tucked into the warm sand, and let my thoughts spill out onto my towel while I eat my double-cheeseburger . lol.
Until tomorrow,
Alexis

Monday, June 21, 2010

A Day Away By: Maya Angelou

*Definitely worth reading*


We often think that our affairs, great or small, must be tended continuously and in detail, or our world will disintegrate, and we will lose our places in the universe. That is not true, or if it is true, then our situations were so temporary that they would have collapsed anyway.

Once a year or so I give myself a day away. On the eve of my day of absence, I begin to unwrap the bonds which hold me in harness. I inform housemates, my family and close friends that I will not be reachable for twenty-four hours; then I disengage the telephone. I turn the radio dial to an all-music station, preferably one which plays the soothing golden
oldies. I sit for at least an hour in a very hot tub; then I lay out my clothes in preparation for my morning escape, and knowing that nothing will disturb me, I sleep the sleep of the just.

On the morning I wake naturally, for I will have set no clock, nor informed my body timepiece when it should alarm. I dress in comfortable shoes and casual clothes and leave my house going no place. If I am living in a city, I wander streets, window-shop, or gaze at buildings. I enter and leave public parks, libraries, the lobbies of skyscrapers, and movie houses.
I stay in no place for very long.

On the getaway day I try for amnesia. I do not want to know my name, where I live, or how many dire responsibilities rest on my shoulders. I detest encountering even the closest friend, for then I am reminded of who I am, and the circumstances of my life, which I want to forget for a while.

Every person needs to take one day away. A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future. Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence.

Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. We need hours of aimless wandering or spaces of time sitting on park benches, observing the mysterious world of ants and the canopy of treetops.

If we step away for a time, we are not, as many may think and some will accuse, being irresponsible, but rather we are preparing ourselves to more ably perform our duties and discharge our obligations.

When I return home, I am always surprised to find some questions I sought to evade had been answered and some entanglements I had hoped to flee had become unraveled in my absence.

A day away acts as a spring tonic. It can dispel rancor, transform indecision, and renew the spirit.

I'm so doing this.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Life Lessons...



Well yesterday I pulled my quad in the 100 meter dash at my track meet. That ONE incident taught me soooo much. I learned LIFE lessons.

If you ever want to be successful at something, it takes practice.



Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Problems... Pt.I

What if you have so many things running through your mind, that they all start to low key blur together ? What if nothing you think about makes any sense anymore ? If everything you've ever known, your no longer sure of...


Thursday, March 25, 2010

Alexis' penis speaking.

Hello, my name is Tracie and im Alexis' penis. I love the shit out of the person I belong too. She takes very good care of me. When im feeling funny, she knows just what to do to make me feel great. And when I feel like somethings wrong, she knows exactly who too take me to. If I were too everrrr be taken away from Alexis, I wouldn't be a penis anymore :( But on a moree seriousss note, Alexis is most definitely the only girl thats reaally important to me at this point. And without her, I wouldnt be as happy as I am now!! I am more than anxious for OUR future ;). Thanksss for everything my beautiful, broke, mean, sweet, funny, smart, and not innocent BFF.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Day 7


On a brighter note,
I'm laying in Tracie's bed bored af waiting for her to wake up. lol 5 star chick just came on the music channel and I cant find the remote. KILL ME NOW! Its Day 7 though, bet you guys are wondering what we're going to get ourselves into today huh ? 8)

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Take advantage!

Tracie and I have very big plans for our future . For anyone who's reading this, spend time with us while you can. Like real shit. Cause we're going to be BUSY all sumer, and all 11th grade year basically. That's why it seems like we're always doing something, or always going somewhere having fun. Take advantage of the time we have. Cause we wont have it forever. . .

"Good things may come to those who wait, but to those who wait too late"

Day 5

LMAO, there's plenty more too .

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Shani Alexandra Reed




This is my youngest sister Shani. People say her & I are the most alike. We are outspoken, athletic, both tomboys, and girly-girls, and we know what we want. She holds 1/6th of my heart in the palm of her hand.