A Two Cent Shermuta Named MK_47

EDITORS REVISION: 

After further consideration, and due to MK Jacobs foul mouth and her inability to thank the Brown Condor staff and family for shouting her out, we here at BC have decided to downgrade MK from a dime piece to a two cent lesbian dike slut status.  This is what happens when someone we applaud decides to bite the hands of the founder of Brown Condor gursha giver.  Enjoy MK Jacobs, this gursha laced with arsenic mitmita is for you boo boo, hope you fucking choke on it like the way you choke on d*cks! 

PS disregard the accolades and tweet MK at @Mk_forty7 and tell her she is not worth a bag of qwanta let alone BC’s time and attention:: Now others will know not to talk shit about the Brown Condor staff aydel::

I can go on for days writing words across the sky connecting dots with each star in the heavens, even then I could not really capture the true essence of the cocob I see in her eyes. 

by Teddy Fikre  written:  Monday, February 13th, 2012

It’s time for me to shine my spotlight on yet another DOPE model citizen.  This one, her name is Meron Kassahun, better known as MK_47.  This lady is a lady of rage, she is a citizen of Atlantis and I am just a fish just floating by blowing bubbles in her universe.  I swear meto gena this big foreheadiye is so amazing that Luther Vandross was reduced to silence when looking into her eyes.  I swear this amazing woman of Ethiopia has somehow levitated my mind and induced me into believing that Whitney Houston is still living and breathing through her lungs.  I mean look at her eyes, look at her lips, look at her nose, she is the personification of serendipity and in her iris I see hope and change that Obama could never comprehend. 

Alas, if you think I am about to reduce Meron into a mere sexual object and reduce her to an idol of my mind, you have it wrong.  Nah, this lady is too DOPE for me to ever mention her next to the likes of Nikki Minaj or the next Jet beauty of the week.  Nah, this fierce woman is more in the mold of Assata and Bsheba, she is highly educated, highly motivated, and above all—she is highly aware of her essence.  She is blessed by family and blessed by friends who love her dearly.  Shit, why do you think I am writing about her—if she was just some random chic of the street trust me I would not bleed my pen dry of her ink to waste my verbs and nouns on a regular lady.  This woman is irregular; she is like the sweetest gursha dashed with the hottest mitmita.  I swear, I don’t think that my words could ever do justice for the essence of this Ethiopian Nigist.

You know what, let me take another tactic.  Let me get poetic with it, let me take license and drive my point across your collective big foreheads as though I was an Ethiopian Amiche truck.  Get ready, beep beep, I am about to back it on up and rev this poetry shit up.

Meron Kassahun

You are DOPE to be honest

You are more DOPER than most

You are a blessed lady

You are an epiphany

You are the night’s blessing

You are the day’s caressing

I could sing this song to you

I could hymn epic melodies

To capture your soul

To lasso your beauty

But that is useless

You have me careless

You have me hopeless

You have me doing eskista

You have me doing Guraginya

Understand this miss

Because of you and your heart

You have me levitating to the moon

And arriving back in Jupiter

Let me pluck a ring from Saturn

And place it on your fingers

A diamond from Andromeda

Even then it won’t capture your aura

I tried to state my case

Now you have me tried

You have me tied in fits

I am indicted by your beauty

I am locked up in your cell

Imprisoned by you my bell

Throw away the keys

I am done

I am gone

I am in the DOC

I am in Jail

You have me in hell

Lift me from confinement

By saying I can be your confidant

Alright, I am done stating my case.  I can go on for days and days writing words across the sky and connecting dots with each star in the heavens and even then I could not really capture the true essence of the cocob I see in her eyes.  Thank you Meron MK_47 for letting me write about you. I know one thing, you are not really an AK_47, you are more like a sniper, this morning when I saw you, you snipped me in my own big foreheadiye and have me bleeding in dark lit corners paying homage to thee:: Stay blessed and be blessed, always remember that you are the daughter of the mighty above.  Peace and Selam yene big foreheadiye.