“Things started getting pretty rough,” said Pierre. “My parents were separated and I moved in with my grandfather and late grandmother. I started seeing the same people doing the same things over and over not making anything of their lives.”

Pierre explained that he was watching the people around him, the people that mattered to him, get heavy into drugs and alcohol. He watched his friends get into trouble on a daily basis. “They all had the same kind of goal and plan for their future,” said Pierre. ”But once they got hold of that ‘gateway drug’ they lost a lot of great opportunities.” Instead of falling in with the crowd, Pierre said he looked for guidance to escape from “becoming a statistic.” He said he was able to find a mentor in his high school track coach Lennix Madere.

“He pounded stories in my head about all the people that said they were going to make it in life but failed because of drugs and being undisciplined,” said Pierre. “I then realized that the stories were about the same people I was seeing everyday, and I realized that I needed to make a change.”

Pierre survived high school and graduated from West St. John High in May of 2000. After graduation, he spent his first summer out of school working for Duck’s Ice Company in Edgard. When summer came to an end, Pierre said he took some time off to spend a few days with his grandmother in LaPlace. It was then that he got the call that really changed his life.

“An Army recruiter was on the line,” said Pierre. “He was asking me how interested I would I be. I told him just a little, so he gave me his number, and I called him a few days later to see what I was really being offered.”

Pierre said he was offered a chance to pursue a career in whatever he chose. He said the recruiter told him he would learn to be self-sufficient at a young age. He’d also get an opportunity to travel.

“Even with all the opportunities, I didn’t want to do it at first,” Said Pierre. “I recalled what happened when my brother Mark had joined the Navy a year before. I remembered the look on his face the day he got hauled off for training. He cried a little and looked at us like if he wasn’t ever going to come back. But if ask him now, he says he doesn’t regret it at all and I don’t either.”

Pierre entered the Army Reserves that August and was stationed at the 377 TSC Unit out of New Orleans. His down time didn’t last long, because he would end up being called to active duty almost a year later following the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks on New York and Washington, D.C.

“We deployed in January of 2003 to Kuwait to set up and support the initial push into Iraq following the attacks,” said Pierre. “I was in Kuwait during the fall of Baghdad. My unit at the time was responsible for supporting our soldiers in Iraq. I came home after six months to be home for my son’s birth but went back to active duty seven months later.”

In May of 2004, Pierre was sent to the 18th Engineer Brigade out of Heidelberg, Germany. On his first day out the Unit got orders for a one-month deployment to Bulgaria for a Field Training Exercise. He was then sent to Afghanistan for 12 months, where he stayed until April of 2006.

“Somewhere in between leaving Afghanistan and heading back to Germany, I re-enlisted to stay in the Army for six more years with the same unit,” said Pierre. “Another year went by and orders came down for another deployment back to Iraq.”

Pierre, who is now classified as Sergeant (Promotable), serves as a Squad Leader for the Brigade’s Combat Security Team. His job consists of escorting and protecting his Commander throughout Iraq while on missions. Needless to say, he stays busy.

“Six months here and we already have over 8,000 miles on the roads,” said Pierre. “Busy isn’t the word for it. I have a Commander who always wants to go on missions. We get mortar attacks often out here and we do our best to stay safe, but every now and then we get unlucky. We had an attack a few days ago where two people were killed here on base. Bad men out here want us gone.”

During his down time, Pierre says he sits back and reflects on his decision to join the Army, often wondering if he made the right choice. He get’s a sobering reminder every time he returns home.

“I still see the same people doing the same things they were doing when I left and now they are joined by some of my childhood friends,” said Pierre. “These are guys I used to ask for sodas from the store when I was growing up because they always had money. Now, over 10 years later, they are asking me for the help. It’s just a shame how things turned out for a lot of them.”

Pierre also gets a ton of support from his entire family, who has been there throughout his four deployments and helps him deal with the hardships.

“I thank them everyday for it, and my reward to them is they can sleep safe at night because I am still here fighting and we are winning,” said Pierre. “My brother Mark and I get together with the family at least once a year, and they all tell us how proud they are and knew that we would make something of our lives, which is the reason we both are still doing it eight and nine years after graduating high school.”

Pierre said the hardest part about being abroad fighting for the country is not having the opportunity to see his son Drake, who is now five years old and living with Pierre’s father in Thibodaux. He says Drake is still too young to fully understand what he is doing overseas.

“I call him a lot and he keeps asking me ‘Where you at daddy?’” said Pierre. “He always tells me before we hang up the phone that he loves me before I can tell him the same. Last time I saw him was Dec. 4, 2007 – he was crying his eyes out at the airport.”

“That feeling I had that day was the worst ever. All I could tell him was that I love him and that daddy will be right back. An elderly couple standing behind me asked where was I going and when would I be back to see him. Almost in tears I told them about my deployment to Iraq. It showed me that all the love and support I give him from across the world even makes a difference in life with him wanting to come with me.”

Pierre finishes his tour of duty in Iraq in August of next year. His future plans include marriage to his fiancée, a promotion to Staff Sergeant and re-enlistment for another three years. He also wants to continue his education and earn a master’s degree.

She packed up his things and told him he couldn’t be here

So she sent him out up in the rain which was pondering so severe

Vehicles pass on the highway only for them to splash

First thing he does is checks his pockets for his stash

Thinks about picking up a dropped habit so he begins to count the last of his cash and realizes that he has enough to buy two bags of the illegally grown grass

Upon doing so he goes back to the grass hut to roll the illegally grown grass up just so he can get in the Lil’ Jon and D.G. Yola mind state of nigga I just don’t give a fuck

He blazes up and begins to rise higher than Maya Angelou passes God and tells him thank you for all the things he’s been through including love that was untrue and stunk worse than Winnie Pooh

He realizes the pain that she caused is gone but a scar has grown to remind him of the pain as he crosses his chest with his arms

At the same time he finally becomes aware that his mother was never there after giving her many chances to right her wrongs for treating him unfair

He realizes that Republicans ain’t shit racism still exist and he has to a chance to help Black America by helping Barack Obama make it

He then rolls on the floor and laughs as Shaq asks Kobe to tell about the taste of his ass while rolling up the last of what’s left of his the illegally grown grass

But just as he’s finishing he realizes that the grass hut is diminishing and begins to grab the last of his many things

Watches the hut up in blaze from a far he looks up at the moon and the stars and begins to thank them for what they really are

He goes up in his pocket and looks at the illegally grown grass…

Now that he’s homeless wondering if he shall rebuild or pass…

SoEx/SEx

It’s a place where I roam when I feel the need to be alone

I love this place so much I even call it my second home

When dealing with my problems I go over there to solve them

Knowing damn well that when I step out in a few I’ll be dealing with these same problems

But the aroma in this place, the aroma in this place, the aroma in this place keeps a smile upon my face

I’m talking bout eyes gleaming red & low, got me wanting mo’, got me spending dough because I love to smoke every time I go to The Grass Hut

I’m talking bout floating with stars, getting higher than Planet Mars, not giving a lovely fuck about President what his name and his motherfucking wars, cause I’m doing this for my niggas confined behind bars who dread for the day they go to The Grass Hut

I’m talking bout no anger, no rage, forever loving the green & purple haze, I’ma live and die in this place family and friends I’m s-o-r-ry but I am in L-O-V-E- with T-H-E Grass Hut

The shit need to be legalized so I can go legally buy and get legally high and hope that yall realize that I don’t give a fuck about what yall say about me in ya lil minds because I spend most of my time up inside The Grass Hut…

Cuz you see this shit right here, this shit right here, nigga this shit right here… is poetry in motion, got me slowing in motion, flowing slowly like the waves in the ocean, never out in the open too bad so sad you’ll never be able to find my palace The Grass Hut

NO BITCHASSNESS!!!!!

SoEx/SEx

Yall, the punk ass media(yea I said it yall full of BITCHASSNESS), are afraid that Kimbo is the best thing since electricity. I mean Tookie(R.I.P.) was right… yall fear what yall don’t understand. But when Brock Lesnar hit the MMA scene w/ UFC in February, yall praised to fuck outta him. For what????!!!!! Only to see him get the dawg shit beat out his ass by  Frank Mir(lol). I mean damn… this man used to be WWE superstar at one point. And we all know how scripted WWE is(though I am a huge fan I hate to admit it).  If my memory serves me correctly, Lesnar is a 3 time WWE Champion, 2 time Big Ten Conference Champion, and a NCAA Division I Champion. I guess all the success got to his head. Kimbo, who’s MMA record is 3-0, 1 by submission(vs Ray Mercer), 1 by TKO(vs Bo Cantrell), and 1 by KO(vs Tank Abbott), is compared by many to a young Mike Tyson… whom the media was at one point afraid of also, lol. They say he, Kimbo, isn’t the face of MMA.. Why??? Because he was homeless, a bouncer at a strip club, or backyard fighting/internet fight king. Nigga please… you need mo BRAWLERS like Kimbo to save that damn sport…  But you wouldn’t understand what’s it’s like and what it took for a nigga like Kimbo to eat(hustle to get money for the slow-minded). I mean Tyson was the same way… except he was knockin niggas out in school and not in somebody’s backyard. Cus D’Amato trained Tyson, former UFC Champion and headliner Bas Rutten currently trains Kimbo. What’s my point…  they claim that Kimbo hasn’t fought “top contenders” as good as Mir… WRONG!!!!! Like Tyson… Kimbo makes those “top contenders” look like pretenders…  We’ll see how the media reacts when Kimbo fights James “The Colossus” Thompson, Britain’s best fighter on Saturday, May 31, 2008 on CBS.

I wonder why we’re quick to watch music videos but never the headline news
Quick to watch women shake their asses all over on YouTube
They said black was beautiful but now black is being degraded
Was once proud to be black but now that shit’s been decimated
Races will never be integrated I think we were meant to be segregated
Politician are to blame and like the New England Patriots them bitches is overrated
Since the day before forever black people have been underrated
Shit has been the same since you and I were created
And the rappers fuck the rappers they all talk about the same shit
Money, cars, clothes, and hoes them niggas you can predict
If I were to get a dollar for every time I heard all that shit
Father forgive me but I swear I’ll be a rich son of a bitch
These niggas nowadays is the reason hip-hop is dead
Forefathers leanin and rockin instead of turning over inside their graves
Wiping themselves down instead of turning over inside their graves
Looking at each others’ dougie instead of turning over inside their graves
Cranking that Soulja Boi instead of turning over inside their graves
Riding and sitting on 24s instead of turning over inside their graves
I mean Martin and Malcolm died fighting for a good cause
All you see now is soldiers dying fighting for what cause
Martin and Malcolm did it different from each but both got they’re points across
Non-violent and by any means but both had their lives lost
The First Amendment gave us the right to freedom of speech
I’m exercising it proudly I’m using my freedom to preach
But the Fifth Amendment gave us the right to remain silent
I guess that’s the reason why we black people act so fuckin violent
Here’s another catch 22 so bad boy tell me watcha gonna do
What would the world be like if blacks would not have made their debuts
I mean what if Jay aint had the skills to be a good dj
What if Jordan aint had the skills to hit game winning fade away
What if Jay-Z wouldn’t have gave you reasonable doubts
Think of how it would’ve been if Harriet wouldn’t have found her way out
This is what I think about these are my Black Thoughts
Think about these before they fade away into dark….
NO BTCHASSNESS!!!!!!

Jeremy Da Beast aka SoEx or SEx(yall decide) Pierre

So last night random thoughts began to race throughout my mind

Wondering how in the fuck can we as black people be so fuckin blind

Blinded by the fashion and bling that we see on television

Blind to see that the crackers plan is to take us out the game with precision

I mean we ask for change but prevent change from happening

Minus well join white fuckers and help them with drug trafficking

A couple weeks ago while at tryna get my own kind to register to vote

A young female around my age told me these exact words yall and I quote…

Who me yea… I’m voting for Obama bin Laden

TIMEOUT… who the fuck and what the fuck is Obama bin Laden

I mean I’ve heard of a potential presidential candidate whose last name is Obama

Tried to educate her about Barack Obama but she started to cause drama

I wonder why we as black people pay attention to shit that’s materialized

But can’t seem to pay attention that as a race we are be deteriorized

Quick to pick up a gun but will run if you saw a newspaper or a text book

Confessions of a Video Vixen doesn’t count as a text book

More than half of us are so ignorant that we can’t spell eye backwards

Failing to realized that we are the ones they are after

We’ve come a long way including short nights and long days

Constantly I fight battles asking why they set them crosses ablaze

With a smile on they face meeting in a discrete place

How bout I fly plane and blow them motherfuckers up in that secret place

Better how bout I get a glock and bust 50 shots at you white bastards

Can’t seem to do right like Dudley Do-Right what’s wrong with you bastards

I need people to get it together and climb up out this steep hole

Because you may think they don’t but white fuckers do see you

Soula Slim said it best and I’m gone proudly say it again

It’s a catch 22 so I hope that you pay close attention

Black man kill a black man it’s cool they loving that

Black man kill a white man they sentencing him to death

White man kill a black man they screamin bout self defense

Break it down to manslaughter with all of the evidence

Cheney shooting somebody in the face was ruled a fucking accident

Blowing up them levees yes yall that shit was to be intent

Got money to fund wars but aint got shit rebuild a city

Bush lucky his bitch ass ain’t get killed by the Cutthroat Committee

And I don’t give a fuck if the government decide to come and get me

I don’t give fuck if those bitches decide to show me no type of pity

It’ll be just another case of the black robes with white justice….

NO BITCHASSNESS

Soulful Expressions

SoEx or SEx