dawn awakens me
its glorious orange rays pierce through the venetian blinds of my bedroom window i’m greeted by the manhattan skyline each morning from the freedom tower to the empire state building and beyond, grateful of my 8th floor view i hear impatient drivers honking horns on fulton street and the kettle whistling from boiling water i glance out the window down the tree lined block a woman pushes a stroller a man leaves the local bodega with a cup of coffee and morning paper a group of teenagers are armed with backpacks ready to begin a new year of school people walk to and fro ready to start their day my apartment rattles slightly the a or c train is traveling to utica or kingston/throop another plane flies overhead between the cumulus clouds in the sky i crack the window to feel the breeze looking forward to a new day he gently cradles me from behind handing me a warm mug of green tea infused with lemon, lime, honey and a splash of bragg's apple cider vinegar with the "mother" then he slowly kisses me softly on my neck and whispers in my ear hello beautiful good morning, brooklyn
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my thoughts, they get in the way
of what i desperately want to say i try to speak through timid affection maybe chemistry is lustful deception was never one to shy away from my feelings but my mind, it’s not willing to deal with what my heart is afraid to show i just don’t know... where will this go? how can we grow? or are you all show? i just... i just... looking in your eyes, see a trusting soul they’re showing me what you’ve already told it’s easy being in your company no representative, with you… i’m me you're everything i’ve been praying for my soulmate, I wanna love forever more and more is what you want me to show.... so we can grow i just don’t know... where will this go? how can we grow? or are you all show? i just... i just... i’m asking myself, “why you conflicted in soul?” fuckboys in my past treated me so cold i can’t let my baggage affect us but i have issues with trusting trust now i’ve found someone who treats me worthy still, i feel guarded don't want to rush or hurry i wonder if you're for me i wish it were so so hard to let worries go i just don’t know man
pimp, player working, hustling, grinding beer, booty, cocktail, cock working, hustling, grinding thot, tramp woman yeah, let that beat play
this is that "here, my dear" can you hear, my dear? (laughs) is that enough, baby? and so it is this this what you made me, right? got the strength of david, so I’m able to fight and it’s goliath’s night, what a gruesome death i am the 8 ball, the last mohican left this is the cards i’m dealt, i get no trade-ins like i can go from 10-speed to bentley continenz take the good with the bad happiness and the sad mix ‘em together - that’s life yo, how you figure that? where i learned patience at little rock and hard place grambling to brooklyn then i left a hard trace b.a. to m.s., homelessness and b.s. kicked out when 'em bricks out they didn't wanna see my success i took a different route, struggled through the progress they see the duck sail, never see the duck stress underneath straight paddlin', she hustlin' they mad again, they mad again, they mad again bitch, stay mad then never let anyone tell you you don't have what it takes to pursue your dreams and don't let nothing stop you keep moving forward let's get it this is what it is we lost the root of it kill or be killed, so… the hood tooted it and that’s my profit right, the blood is on my hands all this material shit from government’s contraband i know you like, “damn!” maybe, “what tha fuck?” this what i fought for so y’all can run amok? my two turntables and my microphone now, it’s bitches, birds, bills, bling, how many blunts you on you know i ain’t lying – fuck it, tell the truth still, i’m idolized, example for the youth this what we going through, tryin' to make it out hard as fuck on minimum wage, blocks hot, cops guns out they said i’d never progress, that i would never sprout man, fuck they doubt, i’m still keeping on switch the game, fast lane, moving like the autobahn autobahn, i'm on some other shit yo, what the fuck you on? hey jan don't sue me girl! you know, if this goes viral you know, we can split it 50/50 nona, jr. jr. , freddie ryan austin, baby, where you at? i've been tryin' to get at you let's get this money oh, this is how it is? the nature of the biz i used to bring "the message", now i’m discredited for my impurities and insecurities misogynists, politicians imposters tried to ruin me minor formality, figment of fallacy reporters not distorters of an unequal reality far from how it be, and be that as it may you lost the art of me and gained the next payday this all you have to say? repetition killed the cat you’re on your 9th life, how curious is that? and i get all the flack, but i know me best i represent the people - nothing more, nothing less she born into the jungle, living just enough for the city, it ain't pretty, but she rough and tough they want to see me dead, ashes and the dust the dust, the dust is that enough, fuck? Original song - Marvin Gaye - "Is That Enough" from the 1978 album, "Here, My Dear" All vocals, keyboards and synthesizers by Marvin Gaye Drums by Bugsy Wilcox Bass by Frank Blair Guitars by Wali Ali and Gordon Banks Tenor saxophone by Fernando Harkness source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Is_That_Enough Mixed track - Marvin Gaye Hip Hop Instrumental (Ryan Austin ) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMrAruBQluc Lyrics - Jennifer D. Laws reflect to improve
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Handwritten short review by legendary poet, writer, commentator, activist, and educator Nikki Giovanni for "Just My Thoughts: Mind, Body & Soul"
"It's not a #1 record but Just My Thoughts: Mind, Body & Soul catches the times of the heart and minds. Thank you so very much for sharing with me."
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THIS is why I'm NOT stopping! Celebrated ICON, poet, memoirist, educator, dramatist, producer, actress, historian, filmmaker, and civil rights activist Dr. Maya Angelou acknowledged receiving my book with this kind card!
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