She’d stopped dreaming paradise
When the last tourist shipwrecked her boat
Out lost in the troubled waters swimming the unknown
I will dream of her forever
Her prayers tucked under my sheets
Of the things her eyes read, the language her body speaks
It lives within me.
Her soul auctioned out under the guise of showtime.
Presidents faces forms the basis of her American Dream .
Representing land of the free where she is obviously deceived
Locked in drunken fantasies, where her womb is the key
Eyes closed mind at risk where she can’t decipher her sacredness,
A trust so well hidden bites her with deadly venom
The Eve of Adams rise is now the darkest night
I will forever sing her song and dance to her rhythm, the way she pictured it.
Before she was tained,
Before her face was painted
Her bump and rump shakin vessel exposed to filthy wine
Her angelic nature aborted before its time
And as she lays down her burden, I pick up her load with tears, fears and resilience
To carry upon my shoulders and never allow us to fall again.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
I'm Every Woman
Music was surrounded in my parents’ home during my upbringing. Many artists constantly stayed ringing in my eardrums. The most remembered were, Janet Jackson, Prince, Michael Jackson, Toni Braxton and our beloved Whitney Houston.
As a little girl I would sit in front of our television and watch The Bodyguard thinking of how beautiful Whitney was in this movie and in general. Her songs, I would lip sync and pretend her voice was coming through my mouth. Mom always adored Whitney, I’ve heard many stories of how Ms. Houston’s songs helped my mother make it through a lot before I was ever thought of.
Through her growth as an actress, wife and mother, my heart always went out to her. I remembered the BET Awards when the Lifetime Achievement Award was given to her, American Idol, when a young lady belted her “I Have Nothing”, and so many other remnants of her music .
I would watch “Coming to America” and always think if Whitney watched this and laughed at Eddie Murphy’s rendition of “Greatest Love of All” as Sexual Chocolate …lol. Or if she wanted to curse out Adam Sandler like Damon Wayans did in “Bulletproof” as he butchered “I Will Always Love You” in the shower.
And every time I would hear one of my favorite songs, Bobby Browns “Tenderoni” I was always convicted he wrote that for Ms. Houston.
Though she was not in the musical spotlight in the latter of her career, her music provided and still does provide a timeless nostalgia and you never think of the negative attention you just picture her smile and curly hair and emotion she expressed in her music.
This is why her death, is saddening to me, because she was a part of my childhood. Though I was definitely too young for Bodyguard, Waiting to Exhale and not mature enough to grasp the meaning of “Saving All my Love,” I shared a common thread with the rest of her fans, I loved her voice, her beautiful smile and her deserving fairy godmother role in Cinderella with Brandy.
Music is more than words, beats and melody. It’s a culture and community of its own where artists are the leaders. It penetrates from the stereos into our hearts and attaches to moments in our lives like a soundtrack. That’s why Michael Jackson, Aaliyah, Biggie, Tupac, Luther Vandross, Teddy Pendergrass and a host of other artists who we lost…. troubles anyone who was a fan.
So in closing, my thoughts and prayers go out to the family, friends and kindreds of Whitney Houston. Though she’s no longer here, her music will always be imprinted within the human family.
As a little girl I would sit in front of our television and watch The Bodyguard thinking of how beautiful Whitney was in this movie and in general. Her songs, I would lip sync and pretend her voice was coming through my mouth. Mom always adored Whitney, I’ve heard many stories of how Ms. Houston’s songs helped my mother make it through a lot before I was ever thought of.
Through her growth as an actress, wife and mother, my heart always went out to her. I remembered the BET Awards when the Lifetime Achievement Award was given to her, American Idol, when a young lady belted her “I Have Nothing”, and so many other remnants of her music .
I would watch “Coming to America” and always think if Whitney watched this and laughed at Eddie Murphy’s rendition of “Greatest Love of All” as Sexual Chocolate …lol. Or if she wanted to curse out Adam Sandler like Damon Wayans did in “Bulletproof” as he butchered “I Will Always Love You” in the shower.
And every time I would hear one of my favorite songs, Bobby Browns “Tenderoni” I was always convicted he wrote that for Ms. Houston.
Though she was not in the musical spotlight in the latter of her career, her music provided and still does provide a timeless nostalgia and you never think of the negative attention you just picture her smile and curly hair and emotion she expressed in her music.
This is why her death, is saddening to me, because she was a part of my childhood. Though I was definitely too young for Bodyguard, Waiting to Exhale and not mature enough to grasp the meaning of “Saving All my Love,” I shared a common thread with the rest of her fans, I loved her voice, her beautiful smile and her deserving fairy godmother role in Cinderella with Brandy.
Music is more than words, beats and melody. It’s a culture and community of its own where artists are the leaders. It penetrates from the stereos into our hearts and attaches to moments in our lives like a soundtrack. That’s why Michael Jackson, Aaliyah, Biggie, Tupac, Luther Vandross, Teddy Pendergrass and a host of other artists who we lost…. troubles anyone who was a fan.
So in closing, my thoughts and prayers go out to the family, friends and kindreds of Whitney Houston. Though she’s no longer here, her music will always be imprinted within the human family.
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