You can mosdef believe that I am growing heartless, sad thing is, I'm starting not to care. No more crying for me.
Friday, August 6
After a month and a half, I am finally speaking out.
I have been silent about my recent failed relationship, yet amazingly, so many of my personal friends have talked to me about what my ex has said. I'm not one to have my business out, if I do not want people to know. I can't express myself because when I'm so passionate about something I tend to get tongue tied. I feel the only way I can express myself, truly, is through my blogs.
The Neo-Soul Artist, Chrisette Michele's music always tends to speak to the depth of my soul. I heard and know everyone of her songs, but one of her songs, "Blame It On Me" has taken a toll and spoke to my heart on how I feel about my past relationship. It has brought a since of clarity to what this song really, truly means.
Blame It On Me by Chrisette Michele
Sometimes you can work it out
Sometime YOU CAN'T
Sometimes you're forced to watch everything fall apart
It's out of your hands
Sometimes leaving is easy
Sometimes it ain't
Sometime it hurts to know
The loving you had was slowly fading away
You can say whatever you'd like
As long as we just say goodbye
Blame It On Me
Say it's my fault
Say that I left you outside in the cold with a broken heart
I really don't care
I ain't crying no more
Say I'm a liar a cheater
Say anything that you want
As long as it's over
I ain't a quieter
I just ain't got time
I tried to see you through
I tried to make it to the finishing line
Oh you thought it was meant to be
I admit so did I
Every once in a while you think you figured it out
Sometimes YOUR NOT RIGHT
You can say whatever you'd like
As long as we just say goodbye
Blame It On Me
Say it's my fault
Say that I left you outside in the cold with a broken heart
I really don't care
I ain't crying no more
Say I'm a liar a cheater
Say anything that you want
As long as it's over
Yes i love you
but I really got a loose you
Freedom is where I want to be
Yes I'll probably always love you
But I'm moving
I got to do this for me
Blame It On Me
Say it's my fault
Say that I left you outside in the cold with a broken heart
I really don't care
I ain't crying no more
Say I'm a liar a cheater
Say anything that you want
As long as it's over
Tuesday, July 13
Brotha To The Night
Say Baby...
Can I be yo' slave?
I got to admit girl, you're the shit girl
And I'm diggin' you like a grave.
Now do they call
"Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar"
Or maybe the Queen of 10,000 moons?
Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star?
Is your name Yemaya?
Oh, hell no.
Its got to be Oshun.
Ooohhh...
is that a smile me put on your face child...
wide as a field of jasmine and clover?
Talk that talk, honey.
Walk that walk, money.
High on legs that'll spite Jehovah. Shit.
Who am I?
It's not important.
But they call me Brotha to the Night.
And right now...
Im the blues in your left thigh...
Trying to become the funk in your right.
Who am I?
I'll be whoever you say!
But right now I'm the sight raped-hunter...
Blindly pursuing you as my prey.
And I just want to give you injections
Of sublime erections,
And get you to dance to my rhythm.
Make you dream archetypes...
Of black angels in flight...
Upon wings of distored, contorted
Metaphoric Jizm.
Come on slim...
Fuck yo' man!,
I ain't worried about him.
It's you who I want to step to my scene.
'Cause rather the deal with fallacy...
Of this dry-ass reality
I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass
In a wet dream.
Who am I?
Hmpph
Well they all call me Brotha to the Night.
And right now,
Im the blues in your left thigh...
Trying to become the funk in your right.

Is that all right?
Can I be yo' slave?
I got to admit girl, you're the shit girl
And I'm diggin' you like a grave.
Now do they call
"Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar"
Or maybe the Queen of 10,000 moons?
Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star?
Is your name Yemaya?
Oh, hell no.
Its got to be Oshun.
Ooohhh...
is that a smile me put on your face child...
wide as a field of jasmine and clover?
Talk that talk, honey.
Walk that walk, money.
High on legs that'll spite Jehovah. Shit.
Who am I?
It's not important.
But they call me Brotha to the Night.
And right now...
Im the blues in your left thigh...
Trying to become the funk in your right.
Who am I?
I'll be whoever you say!
But right now I'm the sight raped-hunter...
Blindly pursuing you as my prey.
And I just want to give you injections
Of sublime erections,
And get you to dance to my rhythm.
Make you dream archetypes...
Of black angels in flight...
Upon wings of distored, contorted
Metaphoric Jizm.
Come on slim...
Fuck yo' man!,
I ain't worried about him.
It's you who I want to step to my scene.
'Cause rather the deal with fallacy...
Of this dry-ass reality
I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass
In a wet dream.
Who am I?
Hmpph
Well they all call me Brotha to the Night.
And right now,
Im the blues in your left thigh...
Trying to become the funk in your right.

Is that all right?
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