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Black Women’s Music
02:38
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Built on the power of our voices
This music
Was built on the sound of black women’s voices
This music
Was built on the sound of black women’s voices
Our Sound
Our Soul
Our Pain
Our Witnessing
Our Seeing
Our Holding
Our Bosom
Our Determination
Our Subjugation
Our Abuse
Our Dismissal
Our Sidelining
Our Blood
Our Children and their Children
We are the anchor and the base.
We show our Dignity and Strength
We represent the burden, the uplift and the joy of creation
We carry it in our voices, strong and unshakeable
Distinct
The cry of hell that meets the elation of the righteous path to Heaven
The sound that told us all to hold on since humans were created
was the black voice.
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With all this talk of race and place, privilege and class...sometimes the talk feels like talk. Feels like a numbing of the same words being used over and over again. Living a life of some privilege shields me from the confrontation outside the words and discourse. Youtube, Facebook and Twitter makes it feel sometimes like a never ending movie. The images roll into one another day after day. The numbing takes over. You’re in a trance of knowing but not seeing, really.
So a dear friend wants to spend a milestone birthday on the beach taking a walk together - a great idea in a pandemic. The weather for a Chrstmas Eve walk in New York City was a balmy 58 degrees. The joy to go, driving there in good spirits and making a turn that I didn’t know was wrong until I felt it. I felt the hues change to an undeniable whiteness that was alone and standout. As I drove it felt strange and the panic came to a head when I arrived at a dead end with the entrance to a surf club. There was nowhere else to go but back. Panicked, I called my host and they knew I was in the wrong place and told me to get out of there. I did. Carefully, within the speed limit as the fear and panic slowly left the clenching in my fingers, my hands loosened around the wheel. I could hear music again. When I felt safe, I pulled over to get my bearing, making it to my friend just 10 minutes later.
A joy to see friendly faces full of joy and love and we celebrated our dear friend!! When I got home, I felt a sadness come over me. I couldn’t push it away. It swept me up like a tornado and I sobbed for hours.
Christmas day I wake up feeling an overwhelming sadness, tears flow like a waterfall. Why the heaviness? Is it the year of 2020, finally crashing down its tension in my body and psyche, as I take a break? Or was it that brief visit to Breezy Point. where I confronted the fear I’ve been reading and seeing from afar. Nothing happened but I was so aware that it could at any moment.
Breezy Point ain't Breezy. Breezy Point ain't Breezy. No, no.
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when people die suddenly, I heave.
I can't breathe.
I don't process
I don't run, I freeze
my mind tries to understand
I tell myself
Maybe they died doing what they loved to death
Maybe
I suffer
I am left behind, a witness to the leaving. I heave.
The loss leaves me reeling
flying out into space...
I'm not here either
though others can see me and talk to me
my mind tries to understand
the words
terrestrial
tertiary
round and round
I spin
in the loss of you
youse
all of you gone now
death spiral
out of my control
death spiral out of control
Mask Normal LIfe Now
Masks, Normal Life
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Scared to Be Happy
05:22
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We will see your governorship, and we’ll take your Senate
We will turn your state BLUE, We will turn your state BLUE
Stacy Abrams seethed and stewed on simmer after illegally losing the governorship to Brian Kemp back in 2018. She started Fair Fight and got Georgians of all stripes, voter suppressed for decades and turned the state BLUE. in 2020, this amazing feat also turned the Senate BLUE.
We will see your governorship, and we’ll take your Senate
We will turn your state BLUE Bitch, We will turn your state BLUE
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How Can You Do It?
05:10
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You took my money, called it chicken feed
You took my money and you throw it around
Tell me how can you do it
How can you do, How can you do it, throw my money around
I work hard everyday as a gal’s supposed to do
Take my money bring it home to you
Tell me how can you do it
How can you do, How can you do it, throw my money around
Momma told me once, Papa told me too
I surely need to get rid of you
Baby, tell me how can you do it
How can you do, How can you do it, throw my money around
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I Will Be Erased
05:55
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If I don’t take my place, I will be erased
If I don’t take my place, I will be erased
I will be erased for sure
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We need signs to know which way to go (repeat)
We are here, knowing nothing
Struggling our way through life the best we can.
We can’t stand not knowing what the future holds
So just grab my hand and whisper in my ear cause’
We need signs to know which way to go(repeat)
Where are they? Some days feel hopeless
So I try to let go (repeat)
Looking for signs (repeat) etc…
We need signs to know which way to go (repeat)
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Trust the Universe
The Glory
Will Carry You
Trust The Universe
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