I gotta admit, since penning this I’ve tried really hard to broaden my concept of the 21st century female emcee. Or better, I’ve attempted to fall back as Nicki Minaj fans so graciously advised me to do in an onslaught of hate email and tweets.
But a fresh new voice, Jasmine Nicole Mans, reminds me—and Black women who give two damns about what our representation looks and performs like –criticism is healthy, in fact, it just might be love.
The young poet and writer has been both congratulated and condemned since her fiery spoken word performance titled “Nicki Minaj,” b.k.a, “The Mis-Education of Barbie” at the 2010 Stomp Da Madness at the University of Wisconsin-Madison.
Mans wrote an editorial for AllHipHop.com making it clear that her performance was not a diss, it was a dare. “I do not want Nicki Minaj to be the next Lauryn Hill or MC Lyte, I want her to rap as if women like Assata Shakur and Toni Morrison exist.” Mans says, in fact, that she’s a long time fan of Minaj’s work. “I recognize and applaud her lyrical abilities and the affect she has on women older and younger than myself.” But Mans says that if we don’t hold up a mirror to our artists, who will?
She continues, “W.E.B. DuBois said all art is propaganda and should be used to uplift and challenge the African American community, and if art does not do such it is useless. Nicki Minaj is too powerful to be useless.” Mans closes her statement writing, “I dare Nicki Minaj to be a PHENOMENAL WOMAN and not a phenomenal “Barbie.”
Check out Mans spit love.
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You are being traded paper in exchange for you to be plastic
All Dolls will eventually mal-function
(I don’t even know why you girls bother at this point like give it up, it ‘s me I win you lose)
I must admit
(Its, its me)
I have always been intrigued by your ass,
I guess that’s what the world looked like after falling from your shoulders.
(Like give it up)
You have the heartbeat of a suicide bomber
A baseline breathing out of your pulse
Your thighs play storage for the weight of the world
I dreamed that you used to back packed, the lost raps, of Female MCs who could not find their way out the cipher
(Its just like I singlehandedly annihilated like every rape b**ch in the building)
Traded in your crown for unsharpened pencils and blank CDs
(Like give it up)
Do you ever feel a cord gripping on your neck, choke, spit?
Don’t let this industry f**k the Assata out of you
Can and will never be code for queen
You are a Queen no matter how many times they try to shuffle you back in tape decks.
Bi Sex, straight, you’ve earned my respect
(You da Bestest)
But I know your spine binds and crooked lines
And you can’t seem to write a rhyme for your broken daughters
Slaughter, bent over back, ass cracked, b***h slapped, in videos
There is nothing pedal bike pretty about broken
Do you know what this media is trying to do to you?
They will porcelain
Doll the s**tout of you
Leave you noose necked hanging from Zion they will Lauryn Hill you
The mis-education of a Barbie doll coming soon
(I just had an epiphany)
Barbie, I think NYC is making you forget you come from Queens
Its scary when you have wack MCs trying to ghost write your obituary
(You should buy a 16 cuz I write it good)
Your existence is not recyclable to me
Stop spitting me toy stories
Of Woodys and Buzzlight Years who only come alive when no body is watching
Once upon a time before puberty and tissue filled training bras all little girls wanted a toy chest
What do you treasure? *
You have turned your G-spot into a land-mind
We have been waiting centuries for a woman like you to carve your stiletto in history
This microphone is not a dildo so you are going to have to cum a little harder than that,
(I, win, I win, you lose)
Come a little harder for rap
Too many women before you have laid down tracks — UNIT…Y?
So you wouldn’t have to record your on your back
Spit some s**tit for girls who kiss girls and got beat down to their backs
We will remember you for that
Lips sync your screams and remember your inflections and copyright your raps
For young money anyone can buy themselves their own ( I’m Nick Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki Barbie, the boss)
Crown, Vagina, Womanhood, and Talent,
All Sold separately
You are being stabbed in the back
Inserted with a wind up string and a tag?
(R, R, R, Roger that)