Soulful Soothes

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Sittin’ outside listenin’ to my grooves
My soulful soothes
Sippin on chamomile tea while Maxwell croons,
Feet kicked up
As the King of R & B gives lessons on spoonin’.
But I even listen to Etta James,
How her tunes carry notes with so much pain,
And thinkin’ to myself, Was it that bad? Self inflicted emotional wounds of cocaine.
Just a station over
In the New Day,
T-Pain is talkin about makin it rain…
Sittin’ outside listenin’ to my grooves
My soulful soothes.
Those tunes that get you in the mood
For some
sexual healing,
For some
Love and happiness,
Johnny Gill,
Tellin’ you to slip on that red dress.
Eyes closed as I envision me
on that Voyage to Atlantis.
Teena Marie givin’ that fire
While Rick James is havin’ the desire
Knowin a house is not a home
Without some Luther Vandross..
Hello?….Can you hear me?
My music has me in a zone..
Sittin outside listenin’ to my grooves
My soulful soothes..
As Minnie Ripperton takes me back down memory lane, with Lauryn Hill
Givin me the real.
When I’m like this
Nothing even matters.
I’m in pure bliss.
This musical enchantment,
Makes me wanna write a silly love song.
Goin’ On and On
With Eryka Badu.
The O’Jays,
Givin’ me what I want,
Smooth…Those Ohio playas,
That Classic Ole’ skool.
I’m all over the place,
With my grooves,
..My Soulful soothes. -Andrea L’Artiste
#copyright 2015

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The way that you are

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Black girl,
Love yourself the way that you are.
You don’t need hair weave, fake lashes and butt shots.
Who told you, Your dark skin was not good enough?
So you cover with foundation to brighten it up?
The carbon in your skin is beautiful, you know?
It gives your tone,
That shine,
That glow.
…But They never told you so.
Then You perm your hair,
To kill the Afro.
To disband the blackness,
To stop the growth.
Girl,
We are perfect the way that we are,
Even those things that we think are flaws.
Our thick lips,
And fat nose,
Large eyes,
Wide waist,
You hate your “Big bones”.
The lighter you are,
The further away from your roots,
This is not a colloquialism,
This is the truth.
You do not realize your power,
I guess so.
Everyone else knows.
Yet the beautiful black woman
wants to change herself,
No!
You are the prototype.
You are built with Strength and Courage.
It all comes so naturally.
Tell me,
Why would you want to alter
Something most women want to be?
Black Woman,
Queen,
Some like to call us
Mother of the earth,
The next time you look in the mirror,
Remember these words.
Because of ME,
The human is birthed.
Know your worth. -Andrea L’Artiste copyright