Love Yourself Enough to Indulge Buttafly Jonez Buttafly Jonez Co. Since 2002 Santa Clarita, CA (818) 421-3091 Home Page Buttafly's Bath and Body Buttafly's Hair Nourishments Buttafly's Hands and Feet Buttafly's Face Care Buttafly Touch's Perfume Oils Other Findings Peace and blessings to all the readers. My name is Buttafly Jonez. I was raised in Port Hueneme, Ca and currently reside in Santa Clarita, Ca. The Love for art, and psychology moves me to write poetry. I have been writing poetry for about fifteen years, and doing spoken word poetry for six years. I have fulfilled a goal of mine by creating my own self-published book called “Zonez: The Life and Times of Buttafly Jonez”, “Ever seen a Buttafly with Nubian Locks?” “Systematic Metamorphosis”, my second CD called “Flyin’ Towards the Sun” and my newest book called “Peace and Buttaflies”. I recently graduated from California State University, Northridge with my Masters in Social Work in May 2007. I own and operate Buttafly Jonez Company in which I make bath, body, hair products and jewelry especially made for loc'd hair. My next goal is to own a boutique dedicated to the works of up and coming artist of all genres. Zonez: The Life and Times of Buttafly Jonez The very first book ever published at www.buttaflyjonez.com. This book has some of my earliest works (and most profound may I add). Ever Seen a Buttafly with Nubian Locs? This is my second book. It has some experimental work in it. This book is one of my favorites. LISTEN NOW!!! Systematic Metamorphosis My first CD produced by some local cats named Polidony comin up in the game. Features special guest poet Gia Scott-Heron and MC Dony Springz. Has some singing and poetry with some nice east coast beats. Comes with a read a long book. Flyin' Towards the Sun My second CD. All I can say is Hot! Produced by some other local cats comin up in the game named PKP (preachers kids productions). Has guest vocalists Shara Duncan, Vanessa Thomas, my mother Debra Harbour, Dave Hall, special guest poet, my father, Gary Harbour, and rapper Wink Dog. Flying Toward the Sun Spoken Word CD Now playing "Ebony Eyes" by Buttafly Jonez Features "Aquarius" featured on the front page. $10 Ever Seen a Buttafly with Nubian Locks? Book by Buttafly Jonez $10 Mammy Mealy mouths be moanin’ and cryin’ for mammy’s mammary. For that natural milk nourishing nations. It is tainted with the DNA of Africans that built this place. Arian blood is tainted. Arian blood is tainted cause mammy’s bulging breast fed their greedy babies cause lily-white titty didn’t want to sag and be stretched out like a bag. But mammy didn’t have a choice. Mealy mouths be moanin' and cryin’ for mammy’s mammary. Tired from picking cotton and fighting off master cause he is trying to get some of that black fat back. Covered with whips cause she didn’t want her daughter to suck his, to lick his, to become his watermelon eating rag doll. Mammy smiles cause she is scared from running for miles and trying not to become defiled and exiled cause her milk still drips for her own child. Mammy is fat with oppression. Confused and has depression. because she gets no credit or recognition for helping to build this nation. She is angry cause all her babies are handed rations and her milk is still gone. Mealy mouths be moanin’ and cryin’ for mammy’s mammary while she digs out cotton ‘till her blood dyes it crimson red. The kids are ready for bed with these pretty pink and white blood dyed sheets. Behind mammy’s eyes lies the formula of growth all the while being groped between her thighs cause master is trying to find the answer. It is sacred so she doesn’t tell. Master still searches to this day. Kaharra Harbour/Buttafly Jonez ©2010 “Ever Seen a Buttafly wih Nubian Locks?” Zonez: The Life and Times of Buttafly Jonez Book $10 Soul survivor Life and times are hard picking up dimes to get bottles of water ‘cause the city is dirty just like my skin It’s the sin of the century People don’t care They just turn to me and give out pennies and nickels They’re fickle Hard times lead me to believe that when I bleed it’s just another layer of clothes Frozen nose Cold toes Nobody knows The voices are here always telling me what to do Maybe that’s why people say I’m crazy but I know what’s the truth My hair is not happy My skin is sore Look into my eyes My soul is torn I have a little soul left Just enough to keep me alive but until that dies This newspaper blanket Covers me with lies I used to have a husband till death did us part So when the death of my spirit came he did the same Left me alone My thickness is gone No more fleshy teeth or nails that are long My stomach’s only comfort are fries that are cold Half ate burgers and rotten frankfurters from the dirty street vendor that pees in the corner I drink bitter cold coffee that sits by the newsstands cause when I imagine it warms my hands (c) 2010 Buttafly Jonez Systematic Metamorphosis $10 "Mammy" is included in this CD Website hosting and domain registration powered by DomainNameSanity.com