Song was in my head so I got the video.
6.10.11
3.10.11
I Tried Yoga Today
I'm feeling so balanced.
No, nothing is perfect
And my life is in constant progression
A carousel on steroids
Rocking my boat in unsteady winds
Everything is new
and nothing is ever the same
It's a refreshing novel experiment
Where the clouds change yet the season remains the same
A summery fall with wintery chills
Combining my weaknesses with strengths and mild thrills
I feel incomplete
I can't stay here
Nothing is permanent and that makes me content
This ever changing condition is the only re-assurement of my true progression
Where my yesterday determines my standards of tomorrow
My tomorrow is a step above my sorrows
and my present is the present of life lessons
Nothing can compare to the strenuous trial of growth and realizations
The tearing and burning of new cuts, abrasions and later the ripping off of band aids fastening to new skin
Oohing and awing at your youth and shaking the box to your future
Contemplating what it beholds
Ahhhhh
fresh air,
it must be the weather
the turning and churning of rapid winds
My palms outreached. my tendons limber
I'm at my best of coming attractions
Growing, leaping, hurdling
a construction site with wings
The good and the bad go hand in hand
Two widespread spans collecting and growing
I'm feeling so balanced.
No, nothing is perfect
And my life is in constant progression
A carousel on steroids
Rocking my boat in unsteady winds
Everything is new
and nothing is ever the same
It's a refreshing novel experiment
Where the clouds change yet the season remains the same
A summery fall with wintery chills
Combining my weaknesses with strengths and mild thrills
I feel incomplete
I can't stay here
Nothing is permanent and that makes me content
This ever changing condition is the only re-assurement of my true progression
Where my yesterday determines my standards of tomorrow
My tomorrow is a step above my sorrows
and my present is the present of life lessons
Nothing can compare to the strenuous trial of growth and realizations
The tearing and burning of new cuts, abrasions and later the ripping off of band aids fastening to new skin
Oohing and awing at your youth and shaking the box to your future
Contemplating what it beholds
Ahhhhh
fresh air,
it must be the weather
the turning and churning of rapid winds
My palms outreached. my tendons limber
I'm at my best of coming attractions
Growing, leaping, hurdling
a construction site with wings
The good and the bad go hand in hand
Two widespread spans collecting and growing
I'm feeling so balanced.
The one thing I hate the most is a follower.
Probably because I'm such the person who can stand alone and be completely happy with that, smiling and singing along to lyrics as happy as can be,
Seriously, I dislike when people do or say things because of rapper, artist, etc
I know they are influential and music is life,
yeah... I got that.
But when an artist starts to speak for you and his leopard jeggings become your next fashion faux pas, what exactly are you thinking?
Oh yeah, nothing because he /she is doing all the thinking for you!
Great job!
Don't act like you don't know the difference in commercials when it's an African American and a Caucasian.
I have tried to ignore this topic mostly because of my domineering mother who is so pro Afro American it's sickening, with all the "Boondocks" "The Man" is trying to get us down and blaze blaze...
I also took a college course in African American media, highlighting our struggle into mainstream communications and newspaper while rubbing in the fact that racism is real and stereotyping is not only epidemic but something that will never be stopped when it is showcased in media 24/7.
We are either the talented basketball player, the rich showcased rapper with 22 b****** all white and repeating ABC lyrics, the bum running from the cops with pants sagging and broken english & teeth to match or luckily the pretty African American female with an attitude and an over sized afro.
Oh how nice.
Also it's sickening how different the script is for individuals of a different race. We get it, realistic and relatable, but every black girl doesn't have an attitude and talk aggressively in slang. The same for African American males, the difference is blatant and demeaning. I don't speak for all African Americans but why the afros, attitude and the slang ALL the time? African Americans often do not speak correctly unless they are scripted for news.It's crazy how one man's idea of "black" can consume television networks and radio stations across the nation and around the world.
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