remember the time (or) aquemini reminisces

when you haven't heard from a person or seen them in years, but out of the blue something they've said comes to you - verbatim - as clearly as if they are speaking, i think it's safe to say theay've had an impact. the summer of my junior year in high school was so fresh it was surreal, and my homegirl can attest that we sometimes still think we just had the same dream....jomo and bro natural were two poets from brooklyn who performed solo and together - both ways equally as potent. one of their first pieces i ever hear was called "the ghetto is," where they used such memorable lines as: 1. " [the ghetto is] when mama made cornbread for a meal complete, wit' no milk, no eggs - just water and heat", " when hand-me-downs got handed back up, we drank sugarless kool-aid from margarine cups", "the ghetto is: 2 parts poverty, 2 parts black... and still producing flavor!"...chances are they'll never read this, but i wanted to share it anyway and give them a shout-out....indigo's a witness, those were good times...