What, to the American slave, is your Fourth of July?
I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass-fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy-a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages.
There is not a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States at this very hour.
I’m way behind on this challenge but I finally have a free moment so I thought I’d ramble on for a few lines.
Guy’s “Groove Me”, Bell Biv Devoe’s “Posion”, Boy II Menz “MotowonPhilly”, the list goes on. The New Jack Swing era is probably my first era of music. It was so fun, free and full of soul. It was sexy. This is the music I put on when I’m cleaning up, getting ready to go out with the girls or working out. I love this era because period was more than just music. It was clothes, hairstyles, TV shows and movies.
I stumbled across a mixtape on here about two years that had a few of the hits from the New Jack Swing Era. I might as well share. http://www.mediafire.com/?rbw7i4jzfsv658n
It’s nearly midnight and I’m tired so we gone make this short and sweet tonight. I’m going to come revisit this post when I’m not so tired
It’s the soul in her music, the soothing sound of her voice, the energy from her shows…I mean I can go on all day to describe my love for the beautiful Jill Scott. Jill’s music will make me cry, laugh, dance and yearn for some good love. She is the main artist I want see this summer. I’m ready to call in sick and just hop on a flight down to New Orleans for the Essence Music Festival just so I fill the void of seeing Jill live again. Jilly from Philly is one of the best gifts that music has ever given me.
“This is not the time for giving up, this is not your place where you should be, not the time or the place to lie in defeat, you got to hold on, you got be strong.”- ‘Not the Place, Not the Time’
When I woke up this morning, one of the first things I did was write a post for the writing challenge so I wouldn’t fall further behind. It was simple and short on an inspirational song that I love, but then I checked my email and became frustrated, a feeling that I seem to be feeling more and more these days. So I decided to do what I do on most days when I’m in a bad mood, make some tea and put on some music to calm me down. I opted for Marvin Sapp instead of Tupac this time around. I’m sure ‘Hit Em Up’ would’ve only heightened my bad mood. Although Tupac normally works for me in these situations.
Marvin Sapp has become a daily inspiration for me. At any given moment I can throw on a Marvin Sapp record and instantly have a testimony. I listen to “I Win” before any big challenge I’m about tackle . ”Never Would’ve Made It” when my faith is low. “Praise Him in Advance” when I need a good shout and want to dance. The list goes on. Today ‘Not the Time, Not the Place’ is on repeat because I need a reminder that I need to just relax and stop overthinking things.
My main frustration is the lack on consistency in my life, primarily my professional life. At this point I feel I should be content. I recently got promoted, got my own apartment, I even cut my hair to spark positive change in my life. My friendships are great. I guess I could be entertaining a man to tickle my fancy, but I’m okay with that not happening right now. But there are some areas that just lack consistency and it’s annoying. I just have to keep reminding myself that life is about constant change and things will work out soon. So for now I’ll just continue to sip my tea, pray and listen to Marvin Sapp until it all works out.