Lyrically Speaking…

I affinity for music and lyrics surpasses most things.  My iPod (yes, I still own one) if currently in need of new songs, but specifically ones with some passionate and intense lyrics.  

Music has always been an amazing way to communicate and has done so for me when I couldn’t find words of my own to convey my emotions.  I have a collection of playlists called; Lyrically Speaking – When Words Fail, Music Explains that have and continue to serve the many moods and facets of both my moods and personality in various moments and stages of my life.  

When listening to music, I don’t always listen my a particular genre, but instead by the melody and lyrical composition of the song, which is why I have almost every genre of music on my iPod.  My husband has revoked my “Black Card” on a few occasions after being subjected to my playlists while driving.  Personally, I don’t think music has a race or ethnicity; it simply is an emotion that ‘just is’.  Music requires no label other than the one that produces it.  

I was listening to music on Spotify and chose Sabrina Claudio as I came across some songs by her that I hadn’t already heard.  Like the previous ones, I was completely enamoured by both the soothing and seductive cadence of her voice and the lyrical content of her songs.  I found myself completely entranced by the musical composition of the songs and swayed while digesting both my lunch and the lyrics.  One line seized my mind as I listened to a rather short song called, Natural, and the line “Nobody really knows my name because all you call me is beautiful.” I was done!  That simple line spoke volumes to the enormity of how someone could make another feel.  Being curious, i wondered what prompted the writing of the song, so I looked it up and according to Sabrina,  “I normally don’t write from personal experience. It’s just stories from people in my life; just conversations that I’ve had.

This one was a conversation I had with someone who had been in a relationship for a very long time. It was at the point where it was really about to end; and they met somebody else who they spent a small amount of time with. That small amount of time kinda overpowered the whole longterm relationship that they were in.

It’s like the honeymoon stage times 10; and it’s all just within a week of knowing the person.”

I could relate!  I instantly recalled the numerous occasions I’ve written stories or poems based on something someone shared and it made it wonder why I’ve never tired my hand at song writing.  Oh wait!  I can’t’ read music, so I guess that would truly inhibit my ability to do that.  (insert giggles!)  No worries though, as I still continue to write and of late, I come up with soundtracks for imaginary screenplays or stories I write in my head while listening; correction, bonding with songs I listen to.  

Years ago, I did in fact write a short story based one of Kem’s song, “I Can’t Stop Loving You“, where I inserted lines from the song to convey the lead characters emotions.  That was a fun time. 🙂

I highly recommend the listening of Miss Sabrina Claudio.  She’s a wonderful singer/songwriter who I’ve yet to hear on the radio, but given that I very rarely do, I honestly wouldn’t even expect to.  They’d rather play songs with very little weight than songs that are actually worth listening to.  So, if you have Spotify or go onto YouTube, take a listen to this young lady and I’d hazard a guess that you’ll also like her songs and music.

Let the music play on…




F*ck you and your thoughts on women…

From Steve Harvey, to Tyrese, to Isiah Washington and all those in between, I’m more than sick and tired of you all trying to tell me how to be a woman; how I should behave; how I should wear my hair, and every damn thing else you all think you have a right to say.

You all have had no problems having sex with us out of wedlock, while already in relationships; having kids with us in or out of a relationship; using and manipulating us in the name of love; and enjoying the fruits of what we’ve contributed to your life in whatever capacity, and now you want to try and govern us.  The fug outta here man!!!  The very last thing I need in my life is some man telling me how to live MY life!

My foremothers fought and died for me to have the right to vote; work outside the home; my reproductive rights; how to dress; and most important how to govern my life for about ME  and not for some hypocritical arse hole to tell me how to do it.  How I dress; style my hair; whom I sleep with or how many I sleep with; what I choose as a profession; requires not a word from them or any man.  Instead of worrying about me, they need to focus their attentions of themselves and building up the manhood.  Where are these men when their counterparts aren’t stepping up to their own self-worth; raising their children; maintaining their fidelity; finding work and staying employed?  Where are these men when their counterparts are running around looking like shit with their expired cornrows, unkempt locks, pants hanging of their dirty behinds, and not maintaining their health?  Those are the questions that need to be answered.

I’m a grown woman who does not need their so-called point of view on how I should govern myself and my life.  My various hair styles are worn to suit ME.  My weight is maintained for MY health and well-being.  My style of dress is a reflection of MYSELF and how I feel in that moment.  My self-worth and self-esteem is not predicated on whether some man thinks is or is not appropriate.

I wish the men who felt they have a right to tell a woman how to live could live in our lives for a year to see what it’s actually like to be a woman.  I would like to see them endure their monthly cycle.  I would like to see them walk in heels.  I would like to see them undergo a gynecological exam or a mammogram.  I would like them to experience labour pains.  I would like to experience what it’s like to be treated like a second class citizen in a work environment they’re amply qualified to be in.  I would like them to feel the sting of inappropriate contact or conversation.  I would like them to be in the heart-wrenching position of having to decide on carrying a child, terminating it or giving it up for adoption.  I would like them to experience the abandonment of having to raise a child alone with no support or interaction of the other parent.   Most of all, I’d simply just like them to shut the fuck up!

Men think they’re the end all; be all on many things and they’re not.  They like to think they’re so empowered and so strong, but the wonderful words and wisdom of Betty White, says it all.


And that’s all that needs to be said!

View from where I am now…

It’s been years since my last post and it actually feels a little strange starting over. I was going to create an entirely new blog, but said eff it, let’s just go on from here and the most important thing to me right now is that I start writing again instead of talking about writing again.

I’m not going to recap the events of the past two years as there’s been too much that has happen and I’d exhaust both you and myself in even trying to detail everything.  Suffice it to say, the most important thing is that I’ve made it through; I’m still standing; and that now being 50 feel freaking amazing!

My life outlook is more enhanced and definitely more self-centered now.  I’ve spent a lot of my previous decades catering to the wants and needs of others and seldom focusing some of that time and energy on myself, but not anymore.  I have made myself a full time priority and make no apologizing for it.  Life is too short to waste time and energy on planning with no intent to execute action.

From hence forth, my posts will focus on self-awareness and preservation, what being a whole woman looks life from my point of view, and will of course make comment on the wanton and errant assault on black women and how we should govern ourselves.  There will be lots of profanity laced responses to the aforementioned and there will be kind and compassionate commentary and take on many other topics I chose to discuss.  I will make no apologies for my words as they are MINE and I am entitled to speak my mind and my truth.

If what I say is of any interest to you, please feel free to comment and if not, I’m not here for the “likes” anyway, so regardless, I’ll still share my thoughts however and whenever the mood strikes.

Til the next time…