Guess What Else is Free Today?

Dear Lauryn Hill...

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Many of us go through life being the product of our surroundings; we think the same, react the same, and go through life without reaching our fullest potential. We stand in the crowd because we fear standing out from the crowd and being ostracized for our own thoughts. For some realist like Erykah Badu, we consider this Group Think; Individuals who refrain from individualist-creativity and thought because of the ramifications attached to it. It is not until later on in life, usually at age 25 or older, that some individuals break away from Group Think and start living life to their fullest potential. For others, this may never occur.

Truly, how can I judge you and what you are going through when my life is still being written? Sometimes, it’s easier for people to judge others without fully evaluating their own situations; Not realizing that their situation is very similar to those who they are judging. I just want you to know that I respect you. I respect your style, grace, and ability to rise above it all. Your story is still being written.

 ~Respect the originators

From Pretty Women Wonder

From “pretty women wonder”

To “friends, fans, and artist must meet”

These are the lyrics

That my heroines speak


From Daniel’s “knock, knock”

To the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

From “living my life like it’s golden”

Listen to all these lyrical skills

I listen so intently

Because these lyricists

Expose my mind to the multitude of mental satisfaction

That some have attempted to achieve

But failed considerably at what others perceive

If I could

I would wrap my body in the essence of Erykah’s verbally influenced mind

Permanently implant the vocals of Lauryn Hill’s song When It Hurts So Bad in my earlobe

Breathe in the passion of Maya’s beautifully written poem about pretty women

I would answer Daniel’s knock, knock

And tell him not to fear

Because truth and justice

Is finally here

Like Jill Scott

I have to live my life like it’s golden

Because one life I’m permitted

And like in poker

I’m not folding

Thank you spoken truths

That flow so graciously

Out of the mouths of my teachers

Teach me

To be me

Teach me

To live life

And be

Free