O.K – and that was 2025 – that heffa went out quiet –
Slipping through Hardliner’s fingers like dry hot sand
Cause a sista was busy doing fuck all for most of 2025
The Christian in her is rebuking that statement
Or at least rebuking the profanity
But no joke 2025 was like the joker – laughing at her attempts
To get her shit together yet squander all her gains
So yeh fuck all translates to shopping online via the Klarna express service
Trawling social media – namely Facebook like a scavenger
On the hunt for anything to divert her path to productivity
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God has been dealing with Hardliner
And she can honestly say that she’s been a good girl through it all
Not succumbing to the lure of one woe-is-me rant
Is a victory dance in itself
That storm – the one that Dewdrop alluded to is about
To rip through her valley
But her inner queen is standing firm – garbed for war
With ‘fly-ass’ sabre in hand

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Get up!
It’s that voice again
Very insistent – veering towards pugnacity
But sista aint gats no fight left in her
All mopped out – all screamed out
And too dayum tired to give a shit
So her ass gon stay face down on her earth

Get up!

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So unimpressed

With lips pursed Hardliner comes up with the no brainer
That this here breakthrough is the water making kind
She stands there – did she mention unimpressed –
With an empty bucket and dry-ass mop
Trying to figure out how she gon squeeze water from this experience
She could lay prostrate before her alter in supplication to God
About this pharaoh-type-edict-of-making-bricks-without-straw situation
But Hardliner can practically taste the pugnacity in her aura
And pimping prostration before the Great I Am is a mockery
That even Ms. Ratchet will not cosign to
So she is back to being consoled by unimpressed
Until she can figure this shit out
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What is a girl to do when her stars are misaligned

Her chakras are jacked and wait – her inner chile is pimping

Separation anxiety by shadowing her every move?

Well a girl – eh- this gurl is at Pisstossity Station

About to board a train to Pisstocity Ville

And this is not a woe is me rant

This here is a conscious decision

To feel how she feel and fuck it to hell

Ooooooh – her salt runneth over

And it tastes as good as a bag of Cheetos

Spiritually this aint a good look for Hardliner

But crazy is all she gats to work with right now

Here comes the train

As Hardliner hustles into a good spot to board  

She spots a familiar face on the opposite platform

That goes ghost in two blinks a wink – against the backdrop of a whizzing train

Sista tries to override the unsettled feeling in her gut

With the affirmation that she is overreaching

Never mind that trickle of pee cruising down her right leg

Umph – not today Jesus

Sista gon catch that rain

Anxiety gats her stomach turning and twisting into a pretzel

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Hardliner’s sun is grooving – its golden rays spurting ebullience
As a benediction on sista gurl’s rolling hills

“Hold up yuh lighter and come
Flame inna di air, fire haffi burn
Holla from a top of a mountain and cry
Tell ’em seh my love will never die”

Koffee’s big tune – ‘The Harder they Fall’ is pure fyah
Hardliner experiences it’s rhythm as licks of fire
That pool at the base of her spine
She’s none the wiser as to why this here song resonates in her being
Maybe it’s because it brings her back to the time in her life
When reggae pulled up to her digs and whisked her off
Like some rogue prince – laying claim to her heart
As well as the title of her first love
Or maybe she is reliving those Friday night limes in Dub House
Being wooed by riddim and bass
But one way or another she is West Indian to the bone
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It seems that sista gurl has been waiting for READY to
Hit planet Hardliner for dayum near her entire life
However – that perfect state of READINESS has been elusive
As a full hairline on a weave queen
What Hardliner has learned is that there is no one magic button
To turn on READINESS
A sista gats to pull readiness out of crevice, crack or bottomless black
Through the sheer force of will if she gats to get her life
Now Hardliner is tired – battling oneself is an exhaustive messy business
Without outright inviting the woe is me soliloquy to slay her centre stage
Hardliner feels the need to compromise by allowing a little self-pity
To light up her downstage left
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Yasssss a sista is pimping resistance right now
She is just gon come out and be real with this here situation
Hardliner aint wanna do no inner child work
She aint in the mood for no Sweet Chile drama
Spiritual Awareness can crawl right back up her nether regions
She aint gats time today

Oooh Chile you better clean that up
Ms. Renna appears in her path – her perceptive stare eats up
Every flash of emotion in Hardliner’s eyes
Before sista could even pull off a decent poker face

I aint in the mood Ms. Rennah

As if Spirit cares about what you want chile – the wise
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2019 was the year that Anxiety showed up and
Showed out in Hardliner’s life
Up until then it had always lurked in the shadows
But became ‘that bitch’ in 2019
Putting a beat down – all ‘Arya Stark’ mode on her ass
Which lead to gurlfriend popping anxiety pills at night
Just to get her sleep right
Basically – sista gurl spent most of 2019 witnessing
Her life bleeding out in shades of grey
And she only has one freaking question
What the heyul happened to her life?
The one that she envisioned winning three and a half years ago
Her victory dance has become a death waltz
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