I've changed the topic that I want to talk about three times already. And as I sit here and type this ... I'm so likely to change it once again. I've finally got in touch with Karma, so I can get this head of mines done. I've decided to color it people. Yes I hear the gasp but I have ... and I'm scared as hell. The Winter Ball is in Atlanta Ga in December and I want something different. Somthing that will make me stand out and people go Who is THAT?!". I'd already decided I was going to go with a reddish color ... you know, nothing to over the top but nothing dull either. But it's just the fact of how it'll look with my complexion. That's why I'm doing it now. Because if I wait until December and I don't like it I'm screwed. So I'm giving myself almost two months to get used to it. MOVING ON The other day I was coming home from work, and I was listening to Who is Jill Scott? Words and Sounds Vol 1. I love that c.d. Anyway I was riding and she said something ... I almost crashed trying to rewind the song so I could hear it again. You know how you listen to a song but you don't REALLY listen to it. Anyway sista Jill did it with this song:
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown,deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives (Word?)
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations,blue colors,memories of shell topped adidas
He was fresh,like summer peaches
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm,no jacket,no umbrella,just warm
At night we would watch the stars
And he would pyhsically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper,red,hot,spicy
I felt Dizzy, Sonya, heaven, and Miles between my thighs
Better than love,we made delicious *WHAAT!!*
He me had,had me he
He made me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love
Love rain down on me,on me,down on me
The rain was fallin and,and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open,wide,loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap *GURLLLL BYE*
And us became new
Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds,84 degrees,melody
Love rain down on me,on me,down on me
*Shaking My Head* Jill, Jill, JILL! I have to end it with that yall. I'll be back later ...*walking away still shaking my head*
One.Love
