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Some days I don’t utter a word Only one song heard “Sometimes It Snows in April”, Sometimes “A Bird with a Word” or “Sometimes” until I know each breath Each regret And say to myself “you’re ok Jilly. Not much stays Jilly. Continue your way Jilly. Continue”. The wonderful @bilalmusic today. “All Matter”-The documentary’s name is The Sound of New York DJAZZ subscription
Kiss me 1st then 2nd then 3rd Until I forget to hold my shoulders to hold my breath what I did for them whatever I must do next Please Kiss me 1st Then 2nd Then 3rd Until I forget The humming Blues in my left pocket The missed rockets The runnings of shit The too long efforts The too short days Alllllllllllll the bruises that ache The bones that move fractured And the highs that won’t stay And what’s at stake Before I break Kiss me please baby and mean it Put some aloe juice in the creases Cuz I need it I’m tired And I’m bleeding So beaten for achieving Give me another reason
Man...that @davidoyelowo was such a pleasure🥰. I had a wonderful time shooting The #1 Ladies Detective Agency with @hbo ; a very very special cast and an exceptionally beautiful time in my life. I truly miss Anthony Minghella. He was a powerful mentor and friend. Botswana, I love you forever and ever❤️ Re a leboga
I belong to you Whether or not you bite into what I say Or lick the air for the song I’m in Or hump Or hallelujah or condemn I know I belong to you This here Us is old baby Seed old Baobab tree Universal antique Ain’t no running Ain’t no breach Us here here to learn Us here here to teach Us here here to practice Us here here to seek Ain’t no escaping the me in you Ain’t no escaping the you in me I belong to you. Remember.Remember.Remember.Remember.Remember.Remember.Remember.
I wrote a poem for her on plainest paper in reddest ink cuz she my sister cuz she my momma, cuz she my auntie, cuz she my neighbor, cuz she my me. Gave her a name she won’t write down but it’s a name she’ll always keep. She do be weary sometimes from the myth of sugar pie but only rarely does she weep.
I didn’t do anything to you, or for you or against you. You mad mouthed because I didn’t do anything In your time Dug from an ugly place that I Never sat across a table cloth from or a bar Your scars are deep Them scars you keep (I understand why) A strength from hurt only births hurting The continuance I Am Not Them You won’t pour your bitters on me then Say friend I am not them Who tried to undo you Or screw you Or lose you You’re cutting into the wrong pie.