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C-squared Design c_squareddesign — I read this book for a class and thought I would hate it, but it was better than I expected. Short and easy to read. The class had a great professor who was very high on emotional intellect (touchy/feely type) I am nothing like that (very analytical), but I still think I was able to take something away from this book

Finn Eskelin finnmilton — This 500+ page novel is set in Africa and America. The family of well-developed characters is complex and the setting is medical. It starts out in 1954 with the birth of twin boys whose parents are an Indian nun and a British surgeon. Their journey is unforgettable indeed.

Hasan Rasheed hasanrasheed — somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff not my poems or a dance i gave up in the street but somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff like a kleptomaniac workin hard & forgettin while stealin this is mine/this aint yr stuff/ now why don't you put me back & let me hang out in my own self somebody almost walked off wit alla my stuff & didn't care enuf to send a note home sayin i was late for my solo conversation or two sizes to small for my own tacky skirts what can anybody do wit somethin of no value on a open market/ did you getta dime for my things/ hey man/ where are you goin wid alla my stuff/ to ohh & ahh abt/ daddy/ i gotta mainline number from my own shit/ now wontcha put me back/ & let me play this duet/ wit silver ring in my nose/ honest to god/ somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/ & i didnt bring anythin but the kick & sway of it the perfect ass for my man & none of it is theirs this is mine/ ntozake 'her own things'/ that's my name now give me my stuff/ i see ya hidin my laugh/ & how i sit wif my legs open sometimes/ to give my crotch some sunlight/ & there goes my love my toes my chewed up finger nails/ niggah/ wif the curls in yr hair/ mr. louisiana hot link/ i want my stuff back/ my rhytums & my voice/ open my mouth/ & let me talk ya outta/ throwin my shit in the sewar/ this is some delicate leg & whimsical kiss/ i gotta have to give to my choice/ without you runnin off wit alla my shit/ now you cant have me less i give me away/ & i waz doin all that/ til ya run off on a good thing/ who is this you left me wit/ some simple bitch widda bad attitude/ i wants my things/ i want my arm wit the hot iron scar/ & my leg wit the flea bite/ i want my calloused feet & quik language back in my mouth/ fried plantains/ pineapple pear juice/ sun-ra & joseph & jules/ i want my own things/ how i lived them/ & give me my memories/ how i waz when i waz there/ you cant have them or do nothin wit them/ stealin my shit from me/ dont make it yrs/ makes it stolen/ somebody almost run off wit alla my stuff/ & i waz standin there/ lookin at myself/ the whole time & it waznt a spirit took my stuff/ waz a man whose ego walked round like Rodan's shadow/ waz a man faster n my innocence/ waz a lover/ i made too much room for/ almost run off wit alla my stuff/ & i didnt know i'd give it up so quik/ & the one runnin wit it/ don't know he got it/ & i'm shoutin this is mine/ & he dont know he got it/ my stuff is the anonymous rip[ped off treasure of the year/ did you know somebody almost got away wit me/ me in a plastic bag under their arm/ me danglin on a string of personal carelessness/ i'm spattered wit mud & city rain/ & no i didnt get a chance to take a douche/ hey man/ this is not your perogative/ i gotta have me in my pocket/ to get round like a good woman shd/ & make the poem in the pot or the chicken in the dance/ what i got to do/ i gotta get my stuff to do it to/ why dont ya find yr own things/ & leave this package of me for my destiny/ what ya got to get from me/ i'll give it to ya/ yeh/ i'll give it to ya/ round 5:00 in the winter/ when the sky is blue-red/ & Dew City is gettin pressed/ if it's really my stuff/ ya gotta give it to me/ if ya really want it/ i'm the only one/ can handle it