Hip Hop Wednesdays (#1)

I am definitely a product of Generation X and my genre of music and love of music is rooted deeply in hip hop or rap. I will be doing a segment on Wednesdays dedicated to hip hop music and its long illustrious history. This first installment looks at the original origins of rap music before it became a genre.

Little is known that rap music is an old tradition dating back thousands of years. African griots were the African storytellers in their villages and used basic handmade instruments while they told stories about family and local events. The griot used this form of entertainment to communicate with the villagers and is still used to this day.

The griot tradition carried over into slavery when Africans were transported from their homeland to America. The “call to answer” was used in the fields while they worked. This helped them cope with the tremendous amount of pain and heartbreak of slavery. In today’s times, this is considered emceeing or crowd participation.

In the late 1970s, in Bronx, New York, Clive Campbell, better known as DJ Kool Herc (also known as the first hip hop DJ and founding father of the genre) started hosting back to school parties with his little sister. It was these parties that sparked the beginning of hip hop.

Just like disco DJs, DJ Kool Herc used two turntables with the purpose of extending the breakbeat in funk songs so dancers could perform longer. He extended the breakbeat for as long as he wanted. This technique is called looping and is used by record producers in almost every genre of music today.

All this innovation eventually leads to emceeing and rap music, which we will cover next week.

Well kiddies, this is enough history for today. Next week I will introduce the first-ever commercial rap song released into mainstream. I hope you enjoyed this musical moment. I can’t wait to share what I have for you next week.

To the hip hip a hop, you don’t stop the rockin’ to the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie beat… See you next week.


Author’s note: Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read. Comments are always welcomed.

Please continue to practice social distancing to stay safe and healthy.

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

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100+ Followers

Hello Everyone,

I’m so excited to have reached 100 followers on my blog. Thank you to all those that follow me. I am so appreciative. I am honored that you all find what I have to say matters, as I am also impressed by the sheer number of talented individuals I’ve come across on WordPress. You guys are so AMAZING!

This was a milestone I set for myself to reach by the end of the month (April 2020). I did it with all your help. Although I’ve been a member for some time, I did not have the time needed to concentrate on blogging until COVID-19’s quarantine, so here’s to the next 100+ followers. By the time we’re back to normal, I would like to have another 100+ added to my list.

Keep on blogging and keep on reading and supporting your fellow bloggers.


Please continue to practice social distancing to stay safe and healthy. We can beat this thing if we band together at 6 Feet apart, wear face protection, and gloves at all times.

Peace and Blessings – CVDavis

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My Universe… Destroyed (04/29/2020 @ 2:45 AM)

Today, my Universe met its maker
I destroyed all the heavily guarded secrets
that I hold close to my vest, like…

How time began
The fountain of youth
The Fibonacci Sequence
Oh, what a mess

The Illuminati, is no more
The cure for cancer, is gone
and the vaccine for COVID-19
now lost to the ether

How could I have let this happen?
I knew better and yet…
I did not listen
I forbade my common sense license
and now, these answers no longer exist

I could sit around hitting my head
on an unforgiving wall of plaster
but what would that solve
when I do not know the answers

My Universe… DESTROYED by me
because only an idiot
would keep all their eggs in one basket
and that idiot is me

You may wonder how one single-solitary
person did so much damage
Well, I’ll tell you how but
you must promise not to
leak this to the press

I’ll take your head nod as a
guarantee that this stays between you and me
Okay, I’m ma tell ya
I believe you to be trustworthy

Here it goes…
My Universe… was DESTROYED by yours truly
because I broke my flash drive
when I stopped my laptop computer
from hitting the floor!


Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read. I laughed when I wrote this poem even though my heart has broken into a million little pieces, I am hopeful. I found a company that may be able to retrieve my data from my broken flash drive. Fingers crossed X

I hope you all are continuing to practice social distancing to stay safe and healthy.

Peace and Blessings – CVDavis

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In My World (11/12/1992 @ 1:36 PM)

In my world…
There is no hatred,
no prejudice,
just love –
just peace –

In my world…
We are all one
no colors,
no race,
just unity –
just us –

In my world…
The sun shines every day
no storms,
no hell,
just rainbows –
just flowers –
for all to see

In my world…
There is no hunger,
no famine,
no hopelessness,
no disease,
just rest –
just shelter –

In my world…
There’s no crime
no murders,
no gangs,
just adolescents –
just adults –
someone to care and love

(Please watch before reading on)

In my world…
There’s a God
who guides,
who loves,
who cares for us all

In my world…
There is utopia
perfection at its best

In my world…
Is where I long to stay
but one day I awoke,
and saw all I dreamt to be true
did not exist
Anywhere –
not at all
It was just my world…


Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and viewing another excerpt from my unpublished book Portrait of Words, which can be viewed in its entirety at wattpad.com/user/CVDavis.

Please continue to practice social distancing, staying safe and healthy during these uncertain times. You are IMPORTANT, the world needs YOU!

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

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Leslie Jordan’s Journaling Endorsement

Leslie Jordan is a well-known actor that has appeared in numerous television shows and movies over the last three decades. He is also a writer. I follow his TikToks because he is hilarious. Whenever I need a pick-me-up I look for new Leslie Jordan videos. I know I’ll get a chuckle out of whatever he’s posted. Please enjoy his latest rendition. Here’s to a good-hearted laugh…


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Alone (02/25/2012)

I wake alone,
I sleep alone,
I think alone,
I am…

There are parts of me that wish I weren’t
But what am I to do
Wishing has not helped
Dreaming has not produced results
I suffer in silence at the bleakness before me,
And hope for a change…
…to come


Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read. This poem comes from my unpublished book Portrait of Words, available in its entirety at https://wattpad/user/CVDavis. I also have two other books available through that platform.

I hope you and your family are staying safe and healthy, practicing good social distancing techniques so we can defuse this pandemic and return to our lives.

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

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Chapter Six – Ghetto Girl Rising (Continued)

Today I received a letter from social services telling me that my time in foster care was nearing an end. I got the typical aging out the system letter that all 18-year olds get when they’re in foster care up until their 18th birthday.

There was nothing unique about the letter, it went on and on about how it hoped I would have a successful adult life and that there were resources available if I needed it. What a bunch of bullshit! Did Social Services think I thought they cared about me? I was just another kid in a long list of other kids who had been sucked up in the foster care system attempting to survive their horrific childhoods.

I knew this day was coming for a while, and in a way, I had been preparing for my future for the last year. I spent months studying for the SATs and was scheduled to take the exam soon.

My favorite teacher Jeffrey spent hours sitting with me and helping me through the study guides he had found used at a local bookstore. I hated to admit it, but I think I have been crushing on Jeffrey since I started his English class last semester.

Who would not at least be moved by his sensual voice and his charismatic personality? He had a way of reading poetry that touched something ravenous inside me, something so simplistic and animalistic, like a gnawing deep inside my soul. It did not matter that I had a boyfriend.

Don’t get me wrong I care about Jayden, but Jeffrey touched something deeper than physical contact could ever touch. Maybe it was just wishful fantasies spun in my head, but I truly enjoy being in his class.

Dorsey Alternative High School sat on the corner of Church and Allen Streets in the heart of Mexican Land. There were mostly Hispanics everywhere you looked or went. The building itself was a single-story brick building that was a recommissioned library for our school’s purpose.

Classes were from 8:30 AM to 12:30 PM and usually consisted of four classes, except Wednesdays, which was an elective class day that you stayed in for the four hours of school. I chose bowling at Alameda Bowling Alley for my elective.

The inside of the school was divided into classrooms big enough to hold about fifteen students, desks, and the teacher. Upon entry, you run smack dab into the main office. That was it, besides the bathrooms, one for staff and two for students.

The only other unique thing about my school was we called all our teachers by their first names, and most of the time, they called us by our last names. I was used to being called Ms. Giles. It was their way of shortening the divide between students and teachers.

When Jeffery offered to help me prepare for the SATs I jumped at the opportunity to spend quality time with him. I knew nothing would ever come of it, but it was nice to sit close to him, smelling his delicious cologne, seeing his eyes sparkle when discussing the English comprehension portion of the test, and his beautifully structured face with thick arched eyebrows, pale brown skin, and stunning blueish-gray eyes.

I could melt in his eyes. When he looked at me I saw myself the way he did, and not for one minute, doubted I was not as spectacular as he believed me to be. Through his eyes, I saw the possibilities. I saw my future, and my future was bright.

“You know Topaz, I love your poems. They are so raw and real and organic. You should do well on the reading, writing, and language portions of the test. I suspect you’ll get a perfect score, if not pretty close to one.”

“You really think so?” I asked.

Jeffery’s confidence in me was engrossing. He made me feel as if I could do anything, but my inner demons taunted me with vile thoughts of inadequacies. I want to believe him and when I look him in those eyes, I did for that moment. I really believe what he sees in me and I feel invincible.

The time had flown by, the SATs were fast approaching. I felt pretty confident I could hold my own during this four-hour test. I may not have strong math skills, but they were adequate. I usually got high B’s in my math classes, so I would be okay.

Jeffery told me to focus on the English portion because that’s where my strength lies. Whenever I worry about school stuff, I recite my favorite parts of a poem by Maya Angelou written in 1978, that I learned a few years back, Still, I Rise.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still, I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise…

I know it’s not the whole poem, but those parts really made me think about my life and situation. Those words seem to calm and center me whenever I need to be calmed and centered. Whenever I am standing on legs lacking assurance and a mind racing a mile a minute, I have those words to snap me out of it.

The closer the SATs got the more unprepared I felt. Jeffery reassured me at every study session that I would be fine and do well. I have never gotten anything I want in life. Why would this test be any different? All this test would do is prove how uneducated and stupid I am and I did not need the whole world knowing this about me.

I spent the last remaining two weeks cramming as much information into my brain that it could hold and still it felt like it was not enough. The test was tomorrow. I was out of time and out of options. I could reschedule the test but that would mean having to pay the sixty-five dollar fee again. There was nothing left to do but woman up.

I arrived at the SAT location as the doors were closing, making it in a nick-of-time, literally. I sat through the grueling four-hour exam because I opted to do the essay portion of the test, writing is in my will-house. I finish the test, walk out feeling at least a hundred pounds lighter, happy that this damn test is behind me. No matter what happens next, the test is over. It is finally over! Just as that thought left my brain another more dissatisfying thought entered, no more one-on-one time with Jeffery, and soon no more Jeffery.

The reality was taking hold. I would soon have nowhere to stay, and no Jeffery to fantasize about while I listened to his deep sultry voice recite pose and portions of the most delectable sort of romantic classics. Like most things in life, everything must change, nothing ever stays the same.


Jayden is on time, as usual, to pick me up from the test. I promised I would be a better girlfriend after I got through the SATs and he meant to hold me to my promise. We were going to hang out and celebrate. I am no longer grounded at the group home so my curfew is back to normal. I did not have to be home until midnight. Yipee! If nothing else, I am excited to have my life back.

Hanging out with Jayden is always an adventure. We usually end up in the most interesting places. He has taken me to the Oakland Museum, which I had not been to before. Me being an Oakland native, I am ashamed to admit that, but my life didn’t leave a lot of time for me to explore Oakland and all its wonders growing up.

We have been to the Oakland Zoo, which I had not been to since I was seven years old. Not much had changed in that time. All I remember from my last trip to the zoo is a picture my grandma had of me and my two oldest brothers walking, eating an ice cream cone with ice cream running down the hand and arm holding it.

We would often go to the Castle Arcade and Malibu Speedway in East Oakland near the Oakland Coliseum. Everyone hung out there on the weekends. I always said if you were looking for someone you had not seen in a while, all you had to do is go to the Castle to find them. The flip-side to that is if you were trying to be on the down-low, then you shouldn’t be at the Castle. We had even gone roller skating. I love hanging out with Jayden, he makes me feel normal.

Shortly after me and Jayden’s six-month anniversary, I realized things were changing between us. I no longer felt as guarded or defensive when we were together. I laughed more and would let little details about my not so distant past slip. So the day he approached me about having a heart to heart, I figured why not. It was time for me to tell him my dirty dark secrets. Honestly, it would be a relief to finally get this stuff off my chest. He had stuck with me this long, he deserved to know. Didn’t he? I want him to know I am not the angel he thinks I am, but I am dirty and damaged.

The day we went to Dimond Park to talk, the park was beautiful and shady which is what I needed. There was no need to add extra heat because my body was already on high-alert, and my body was damp, on the verge of real sweat. I am glad he chose this park with its luscious trees and wonderful cool breeze. The Bay Area is not known for extreme weather, unlike other nearby cities. Most summer days feel like spring, but today is a scorcher.

Today, I learn a lot about Jayden’s life and family. He is so nervous about telling me. I think it’s funny. His life has nothing on mine. I have never told any guy I dated about my past. Jayden would be the first, at least I can give him that because all my other firsts have already been used.

He listened patiently, trying very hard not to seem shocked, but I could tell he was shocked very much by the words coming out of my mouth.

“From the beginning until now, I have experienced sexual abuse at least six times in various situations. I’m sure more happened but my mind has blocked it out.” I tell Jayden, watching his every facial expression for clues that this was too much for him to bear.

“Wow, babe. I’m so sorry that happened to you,” he struggled to get that out before I continued.

He did not interrupt me anymore. I think the shock kept him from speaking. What could he do about any of this stuff now? It is a part of my past and when I finish telling him about it, that is where it will stay.

He did not need to hear the explicit details of my sordid past, maybe one or two encounters is all I will tell him about. Before I get to those stories, I tell him about the physical abuse I suffered at the hands of my drug-addicted mother. I tell him about my fourteen foster home placements before coming to Camden House, which explains why I attend an alternative high school. There is so much I can tell him that will destroy my good girl façade, but I did not think I could bear him looking at me through eyes of pity. I just couldn’t handle that, not from him.

While I share my story, I try my best to seem nonchalant about my sexual abuse, not wanting to give these events any power over me or make me seem weak or feeble in his eyes. I did not think I could face him if he thought I was weak and could have gotten out of those situations if I wanted to.

The last thing I need is someone’s pity because pity couldn’t change the past, it can only make me relive all those horrifying events, and that’s not good for either of us.

He only turned away from me one time. I could see he was becoming emotional, but I keep going. When he faces me again, I can swear I see his eyes glazed and a look of indescribable pain on his face. But he nods for me to continue, and I do. When I finally finished, two hours later, we were completely drained.

I knew Jayden hurt with me, and possibly pitied me, and that is exactly what I do not want. I do not need pity. I don’t need him trying to save me or make my life better. I just need him to listen; possibly gaining some insight on why I am the way I am but, not his damn pity. It is not easy for me to share this side of me, but I did because I care about him.

I can tell he is touched by what he learned. He opened his body to me without touching me, letting his body language tell me he is all in. I realize at that moment he does not pity me. Jayden wants to show me that love can be a healer and good for me. Seeing his beautiful molten-brown eyes fill with so much empathy, takes everything in me not to cry.

I cannot appear weak, not in his eyes. I mean, who always gets themselves into situations where they are sexually abused? I should have been able to find a way to escape the trauma of repeated offenses. But being a child, I just wasn’t smart enough or have the type of strength needed to fend off my attackers.

I think overall, he got that and opened his heart even more. I always felt that Jayden has so much love to share, that his heart was enormous, enough to love me unconditionally. For this I am grateful.

Jayden’s open-heartedness allows me the comfort I need to start to love myself again and to be willing to share myself with someone who isn’t forcing me. It takes me a long time to get to this place, and I love him for being patient enough to wait for me to get to where he is emotionally and, Oh Baby, the first time, blew my mind!

I had no idea sex could be so good, so cleansing. Sex with Jayden really did change my perspective about being in love, giving love, and sharing love with another person. He keeps making me surprise myself, Jayden.


Author’s Note: Thank you for waiting patiently for this chapter. I am still deep into revisions and working on them as quickly as I can. I am happy that you are keeping up with Topaz and the changes her life encounters. She’s still got a ways to go.

Please continue to practice social distancing. Stay safe and healthy.

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

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Photo by Leighann Blackwood at Unsplash (Photos for Everyone)

Sunday’s Words of Wisdom (04/26/2020)

Hello All My Peeps,

I’ve decided to start a Words of Wisdoms post that I will share on Sundays. It’s just a little something based on things I’ve learned in my life or things I’ve come across that I feel are especially deep and need to be shared with the masses. I hope you all find these little epitaphs useful.

So to kick off this party my first Sunday’s Words of Wisdom post.

  1. My passion > Your Opinion

I don’t think this needs an explanation but here it goes anyway.

In layman terms: My passion is greater than your opinion. This was on a T-shirt the host Terrell was wearing on his video blog, The Terrell Show on YouTube.com.

I love this saying and meaning. It resonated with me deeply. We have to live our passions because it will extend our lives. When you live your truth, you are happiest and happy people live longer. True fact!

We all have to do things to make ends meet, but we also have to find a way to connect with our truth and learn to live in it as much as we possibly can. Because denial only hurts you more than you can even imagine.

I have lived outside my truth for so long that I felt that I would never return to it. I have had so many false starts at living it and giving up on it, but now I have never been happier than when I am writing.

My second passion is knitting but writing is my first love. It has always been and will always be. I finally wised up and started working on my craft. I am so much happier now that I am committed to making a go of it.

So I say to you again, My Passion > Your Opinion


Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read. You are appreciated. Please practice social distancing. Stay safe and healthy.

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

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Photo by Mark Fletcher-Brown on Unsplash (Photos for Everyone)

Rona Baby Names’ Update (04/26/2020 @ 5:20 PM)


So I’m here with an updated list of Coronavirus (COVID-19) baby names. Thank you to anyone that provided names for my list, it is much appreciated. It’s not too late for anyone of you to weigh-in with your contribution to the baby name list.

It has become more important to me because my daughter’s best friend (who is pregnant) went into false labor during the wee hours of the night so we had to drive about 45 minutes to get to her. Luckily she has her son’s name already picked out, but it made wonder how many soon-to-be parents need our help with unique original baby names. So help me help them.

Just comment on this post with your baby name that includes Corona, COVID, Rona, etc as the root part of the name. I will post the baby name to the list with full credit to you for the suggestion. Thank you.

Stay safe, healthy, and engaged!

Coronavirus Baby Names List

  1. Rona’Lisa
  2. Ka’Rona
  3. Roniana
  4. LaRona
  5. Covidonia
  6. Covidean
  7. Covidbianna Vaccine (SnowHearT)
  8. Viera Corona (SnowHearT)
  9. Maria Covidean Leigh (SnowHearT)
  10. Hera Rona Covey (SnowHearT)
  11. Wacorona (justcalmwildness)


Author’s Note: I thought I would share a bit of levity to help break the monotony of quarantine life. Please comment with your baby name to me, I will add it to the list and post it along with your user name for credit. I appreciate your help and the babies of the Rona appreciate your creativity.

Peace and Blessings – CVDavis

A couple weeks ago my oldest daughter and I were cracking jokes about how many babies are going to be born due to the Coronavirus (COVID-19). I mean you can only watch so many television shows, read so many books, hang out on TikTok and IG for so long, or enjoy the company of your family so much before you’ll need something to do with minimal to no talking, and that would be sex.

You heard me, SEX, which I’m sure is a favorite pastime for most couples locked away together during the quarantine. And sex usually leads to the making of little humans.

With all this excessive free time on our hands, means there is a lot of whoopie being made, which will undoubtedly lead to lots and lots of babies being born by the end of this year (starting in October 2020 and until the quarantine is lifted) through next year. All these new “Rona” babies will need names.

I compiled a starter list and I enlist you all to help expand my list by adding and posting new names that either has the root word Rona, Corona, or Covi as a part of the name.

Let’s make sure all these new members of society have names that reflect the time and era they were born into. Happy naming 😊

© CV Davis – Author

Leslie Jordan on Getting Baptized

Leslie Jordan is a well-known actor that has appeared in numerous television shows and movies over the last three decades. He is also a writer. I follow his TikToks because he is hilarious. Whenever I need a pick-me-up I look for new Leslie Jordan videos. I know I’ll get a chuckle out of whatever he’s posted. Please enjoy his latest rendition. Here’s to a good-hearted laugh…


Baptize Me!

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