The following letter will be a weekly feature on Hood Socialite. This is our response to Kanye's latest blog, where you can tell by the “telltale” all caps Kanye-esque style of writing, is showcasing his latest tangent...

Peep Kanye's boiling pot of literary hot mess below.


‘WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE, REMEMBER THE FEARLESS, REMEMBER THE DREAMERS, REMEMBER THOSE WHO REPRESENT THE GHETTO...THE FAIRY TALE OF NOTHING TO SOMETHING. I'M BRIEFLY SADDENED BY NEGATIVE COMMENTS, BUT I HAVE TO REMEMBER THOSE PEOPLE ARE SCARED, INCAPABLE OR JUST PLAIN IDIOTS. WE ARE THE FUCKING ROCK STARS BABY. NO COCAINE, JUST LIFE MY ******!! NO COCAINE, JUST LIFE! IT'S FUNNY TO ME WHEN FASHION BLOGGERS DOWN OUR OUFITS AND THEN SUPER JOCK OUTLANDISH SHIT ON THE RUNWAY BUT THEN THEY DRESS MAD PRUDE AND DON'T LIVE FASHION. WE LIVE IT MAN. FUCK THAT, WE LIVE IT!!! WE LIVE IT SO HARD PEOPLE LIVE THROUGH US! WE REPRESENT YOUR INNER SPIRIT!! THE CHILD IN US ALL, THE BRUTAL HONESTY, THE NAIVETY, THE BRAVE WARRIOR, THE ADRENALINE THAT ALLOWS A MOTHER TO LIFT A CAR IF HER CHILD WAS TRAPPED UNDER IT! REMEMBER, THERE WAS A TIME WHEN EVERYBODY DISSED MICHAEL JACKSON EVERY CHANCE THEY COULD. IMAGINE THE PRESSURE OF BEING A TRUE ICON. VERY FEW HUMAN BEINGS ARE STRONG ENOUGH TO TAKE CONSTANT HATE!!! IF WE DON'T DO WHAT YOU FEEL IS THE SHIT, YOU BEAT US UP VERBALLY AND MENTALLY, LIKE A CATHOLIC SCHOOL TEACHER BEATING A CREATIVE STUDENT INTO SUBMISSION. I CAN HEAR YOU SCREAMING 'COLOR INSIDE THE LINES!!!' WELL FUCK YOUR COLORING BOOK, COLOR BY NUMBERS APPROACH TO LIFE. AT THE END OF THE DAY WHO ARE WE HURTING??? OH "THE NEW BLACK???" SINCE BARACK IS PRESIDENT BLACKS DON'T LIKE FUR COATS, RED LEATHER, AND FRIED CHICKEN ANY MORE?! WHEN YOU TRULY UNDERSTAND CULTURAL SETTINGS, BOUNDARIES, AND OUR MODERN DAY CASTE SYSTEMS, THEN YOU CAN FEEL THE GLORY AND PAIN FROM THE DAYS OF KINGS IN AFRICA TO THE NEW KINGS OF THE MEDIA. LET THE BALL PLAYERS DANCE AFTER THEY SCORE! IT'S LIFE MY ******, IT'S LIFE! REMEMBER CLOTHING IS A CHOICE. WE WERE BORN NAKED!!! FRESH IS AN OPINION, LOVE IS OBJECTIVE, TASTE IS SELECTIVE, AND EXPRESSION IS MY FAVORITE ELECTIVE. NO MORE POLITICS OR APOLOGIES!!’


Dear Kanye:

The issue we have is that you are all a sudden from the ghetto & had a hard knock life. Um, Kanye your mother went to college and so did you. She struggled to make a way for you to not have to live the harsh ghetto reality that exists in the real world and not just in your suburban-Norman Rockwell painting imaginary ideals. Granted, we don’t know you, but we all have it hard, shit life ain't easy, you don’t always get what you want but you struggle, strive, and transcend the negative to make it.

We believed in you, you were every suburban black kid’s hero. You weren’t too hood, but you weren’t white washed either. You had a normal childhood we could relate to. No drive-bys and baby mamas in your closet. You went to college (albeit you didn’t finish) but you were smart and witty and we loved you. Yeah you bitched and moaned, but we turned a blind eye, even said it was kind of cute, slightly endearing. Any excuse to showcase your creative genius. Sure you are self centered and spoiled, but eh... no one’s perfect. You are different Kanye.

But what happened Kanye?? We miss your wit and charm and that boyish grin. We miss the carefree beats and your simple flows. Why has the light gone from your eyes, talk to us Kanye; were listening baby. We thought you would wake up, but alas you are still sleepwalking, such a tortured soul; dreaming with a broken heart.

We understand ‘Ye, it’s been a long year, a lot’s happened. We all know a dream of yours is to break into high fashion (haute couture), but we have a little secret to tell you. Fashion is all about the extremes, but also they look down upon posers and celebrities who try to hone in on their territory. They need you to sit in their shows and for press, but they will never respect you. So you can put away your blow up doll, go to FIT, put in the work and start from scratch. Because we see you, we know they see your desperate attempt to access the keys to their world. And it looks sad and slightly pathetic. Kanye, there is still time, please don’t let us down. We know you can do it; all you have to do is try. Sometimes it’s hard to look in the mirror and see the truth, so we’re going to help you one week at a time. It’s gonna hurt sometimes ‘ye, but it’s only because we know you can do better. We’re waiting ‘Ye... Tick Tock.

Love Always,
Your Hood Socialites
T & T