Music: Cups

Cups by Anna Kendrick

I’ve got my ticket for the long way ’round

Two bottles of whiskey for the way

And I sure would like some sweet company

And I’m leaving tomorrow what-do-you say?

Chorus:

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone

You’re gonna miss me by my hair

You’re gonna miss me everywhere, oh

You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone

 

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone

You’re gonna miss me by my walk

You’re gonna miss me by my talk, oh

You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone

 

I’ve got my ticket for the long way ’round

The one with the prettiest of views

It’s got mountains, it’s got rivers

It’s got sights to give you shivers

But it sure would be prettier with you

 

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone

You’re gonna miss me by my walk

You’re gonna miss me by my talk, oh

You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone

back to chorus

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Music: Just Give Me a Reason

Just Give Me A Reason by Pink feat Nate Rues

Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I, your willing victim

I let you see the parts of me
That weren’t all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them

Now you’ve been talking in your sleep
Oh, oh, things you never say to me
Oh, oh, tell me that you’ve had enough
Of our love, our love

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit’s enough
Just a second
We’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

It’s in the stars
It’s been written in the scars on our hearts
We’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

I’m sorry I don’t understand
Where all of this is coming from
I thought that we were fine
(Oh, we had everything)

Your head is running wild again
My dear, we still have everythin’
And it’s all in your mind
(Yeah, but this is happenin’)

You’ve been havin’ real bad dreams
Oh, oh, you used to lie so close to me
Oh, oh, there’s nothing more than empty sheets
Between our love, our love
Oh, our love, our love

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit’s enough
Just a second
We’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

I never stopped
You’re still written in the scars on my heart
You’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

Oh, tear ducts and rust
I’ll fix it for us
We’re collecting dust
But our love’s enough

You’re holding it in
You’re pouring a drink
No, nothing is as bad as it seems
We’ll come clean

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit’s enough
Just a second
We’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

It’s in the stars
It’s been written in the scars on our hearts
We’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit’s enough
Just a second
We’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

It’s in the stars
It’s been written in the scars on our hearts
We’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

Oh, oh, we can learn to love again
Oh, oh, we can learn to love again
Oh, oh, that we’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
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Notes: Save Your Sorry

Save your sorry. One thing I don’t need is any more apologies. I got sorry greeting me at my front door. You can keep yours. I don’t know what to do with them. I’m gonna have to throw some away I can’t get to the clothes in my closet for all the sorries. I’m gonna tack a sign on my door, leave a message by the phone. If you called to say you’re sorry, call somebody else.

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You were always inconsistent doing something and then being sorry. Beating my heart to death talking bout you sorry. Well I will not call, I’m not going to be nice. I will raise my voice, scream and holler, break things and race the engine and tell all your secrets bout yourself to your face. I won’t be sorry for none of it. I loved you on purpose I was open on purpose. I still crave vulnerability and loose talk. I’m not even sorry bout you being sorry. You can carry all the guilt and grime ya wanna just don’t give it to me. – Jo (For Colored Girls)
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Reflection: Womanifesto

Jill Scott, an American poet and song writer

Womanifesto. I have never heard that word before until I listened to one of Jill Scott track from The Light of The Sun album. When I listened to it for the very first time, I was wondering… what is it? Is it a song or a poem? I kept listening to it. I tried to understand every word that she said.

I then searched for its lyrics. This poem just makes me speechless. It is really the voice of a strong opinionated yet determined woman. As a woman, I feel and think the same way. That is  why I am happy to share this poem. It is just beautiful and powerful. This is the voice of a strong opinionated yet determined woman.

Womanifesto by Jill Scott

Clearly I am not a fat ass

I am active brain

And lip smacking peach deep

Sometimes too aggressive in its honesty

And heart sweet

That loves wholly and completely

Whom it may choose

Whom ever it may choose

I am not gonna lie and pacify

I am arms to hold

I am lips to speak

I am a motherfucking “G”

Strong legs that stroll off the 33 bus

Or out of a money green Phantom comfortably

Knees that bend to pray

Clean from Ajax washings

Hair that is thick and soft

Thighs that betwixt

An amazing all expense grand prize

I am eyes that sing

Smile that brightens

Touch that rings

And supplies euphoric release

I am a Grand Dame Queen Beast

I am warm

I am peace

From the roads of Botswana from 23rd Street

From the inside third eye

Ever watching this wicked wicked system of things

I do see

I am friend to pen

And a lover of strong women

A diamond to men

I am curious and interested like children

I welcome the wise to teach

Appreciator of my culture

Thick not just from bone dense and eat

I have a rhythm in my ways

And a practice in my seek

And yes, I do crave the rhythm of my space

With a man that rejoices in God’s Grace

With faith I do hear to listen

Two hands that fist

When forced pushes to shove

And your ego won’t submit

I am gifted

I am all of this

And indeed the shit

Clearly I am not just an ass

I am curious and interested like children [Jill Scott]

Ride the bus