Dear Trayvon

Dear Trayvon, you’re gone now and I know it isn’t fair.

I can still hear your cries for help and I wasn’t even there.

See people called 911 but like usual they came too late.

And all there was left was you in a lifeless state.

The neighborhood watchman showed no mercy at all.

It was as if killing you made him feel 10 feet tall.

Armed with only skittles and tea you seemed the least bit violent.

But your senseless death is one that I won’t keep quiet.

Your parents’ tears will dry but the wounds on their hearts will never heal.

They feel like they’re in a bad dream only to wake up and see that its real.

To the media you are just another body or better yet higher ratings.

Your killer is still on the loose without even a trial awaiting.

You’ve made a few friends since your passing who want justice to prevail.

Our cries for justice will not go unnoticed they will avail.

Your passing is not in vain it has made some people unite.

The quest for righteousness is not easy but we will be sure to fight.

A Stubborn Love

The love that I wrote on the mirror it got smeared.

Days passed without you in my thoughts it felt weird.

I woke up one morning with you on the mind.

Wondering why I chose to leave & left you behind?

For some reason I honestly think that you still loved me.

Even though my bloodshot eyes never allowed me to see.

If I wasn’t so blind I think that you would still be mine.

If I wasn’t always right I think that there would be room for a might.

Or maybe that’s exactly where I messed up right there.

I know that I’m imperfect but I have always cared.

My stubbornness got in the way of me getting to know you.

I’ve learned a tough lesson despite the fact that we are now through.

Making The Others Proud: A Forbidden Love

Wouldn’t it be nice if I loved you and you loved me?

Or would it be nice if we had never met so that we couldn’t see?

See that we were meant to be only to realize that this will never work.

Or what do you think would result to us being less hurt?

We’ve only known each other for awhile but the damage is already colossal.

The thought of an untouchable love can make one feel hostile.

With our separate lives we pretend as if everything is okay.

As soon as we’re ready to reveal, we foresee the stares from others in dismay.

Our happiness will never see the light because the darkness is just too loud.

There is no hope for us if we keep making ‘the others’ proud.

Amy Winehouse – A Great Songwriter Under Bad Circimstances

Lyrics to “Wake Up Alone”

It’s okay in the day.

I’m staying busy.

Tied up enough so I don’t have to wonder where is he.

Got so sick of crying, So just lately.

When I catch myself I do a 180.

I stay up clean the house, At least I’m not drinking.

Run around just so I don’t have to think about thinking.

That silent sense of content, That everyone gets.

Just disappears soon as the sun sets.

This face in my dreams seizes my guts.

He floods me with dread.

Soaked in soul, He swims in my eyes by the bed.

Pour myself over him, Moon spilling in.

And I wake up alone.

If I was my heart I’d rather be restless.

The second I stop the sleep catches up and I’m breathless.

This ache in my chest, As my day is done now.

The dark covers me and I cannot run now.

My blood running cold I stand before him.

 It’s all I can do to assure him.

When he comes to me I drip for him tonight.

Drowning in me we bathe under blue light.

His face in my dreams seizes my guts.

He floods me with dread.

Soaked in soul He swims in my eyes by the bed.

Pour myself over him Moon spilling in.

And I wake up alone

And I wake up alone

And I wake up alone

 And I wake up alone.

Amy Winehouse is one of my favorite singers whose songs speak to my heart. Sadly at the tender age of 27 she passed away leaving her family, friends, fans and music lovers to mourn her untimely death.

Not only was Amy Winehouse a wonderful singer but she was also an excellent songwriter. The majority of Winehouse’ songs were either written or co-written by her. As a jazz singer, her style was reflected in many of her songs. Often times Amy’s songs sounded as if they were made in the 60’s with just usually a modern twist to her production. Influenced by many of the greats such as Donny Hathaway, Ray Charles and Frank Sinatra, Amy paid homage to many of the artists that she looked up to in her songs.

Though Winehouse was undeniably talented she also struggled with personal demons, trying aimlessly to overcome an ongoing drug addiction. Time after time Winehouse was publicly ridiculed for her outrageous public displays that were photographed at one point on a daily basis. While people judged her for her actions on and off the camera, some hardly realized that what Amy was going through was more than likely a cry for help. Amy wrote songs that exposed the pain that she was going through in life. Despite the fact that the songs that she made sounded good, it was evident through some of Amy’s lyrics that she was filled with sorrow.

Above are the lyrics to her song titled, “Wake Up Alone” on her Back to Black album. When you read the lyrics you probably assume that she is talking about a man that she loves, whom she misses and constantly wakes up alone without. However, Amy is really referring to her addiction to drugs that she is trying so desperately to avoid and not think about. With her smooth deep contralto voice Amy makes waking up alone seem almost exciting.

Article by: Amber Ogunsola

Melanie Fiona Cover “Wake Up Alone”

Black Women

Black women are the definition of what it means to be strong.

They help you to get through tough times just like your favorite song.

They come in all different shades and hues from light to dark brown.

Black women are Queens and they should all be given a crown.

True beauty is not just found in one’s skin color.

Because black women are one of a kind, you will never find another.

What is in your mind and heart really matters the most.

Attractiveness is being elegant and not having to boast.

Our ancestors came from a rich and beautiful diverse land.

From rural jungles to beaches filled with black sand.

It is sometimes harder for a darker skinned woman to be accepted by society.

We are all the same race so what is the sense of a pointless rivalry?

The term “light is right” has caused much controversy and many quarrels with blacks.

Causing them to separate from each other because of prejudice attacks.

Black women should come together instead of always competing.

We are all the same race so technically no one is beating.

Love Blossom

Love as sweet as a flower, but still outshines a rose.
Your words flow like water, as if you were writing prose.
Or even as mellow as an evening of a summer’s rain.
I feel your warmth in my heart, your love in my veins.
I’ve watched our love blossom beautifully over the years.
We’ve had good times and bad, even shed a few tears.
The summer sun has set on us and shined through our souls.
Making you smile for the rest of your life is now my number one goal.

A Day in the Life

The life of an aspiring actress is as dull as can be.

Like a jury searching for the truth in a case with no plea.

You find little to no work with hardly any pay.

Directors are quick to say you don’t ‘fit’ the role and turn
you away.

You fly to Hollywood with your heart set on reaching your
goals.

Only to find out that the industry is bleak and very cold.

You stand in long lines for hours only to be told “Come back tomorrow.”

Then go back to your hotel room and bask in your sorrow.

Scrambling, searching, and looking frantically through
casting directories.

Waiting for the moment when you can get the role of your
dreams.

When you are on set in a movie and prepare for a scene.

Its like this great big rush when water rapidly falls from a
waterfall.

But then you wake up and realize that you are still only in
line at a casting call.

Stay or Go?

I’m so happy without you and you’re sad being with me.

So let’s just do what needs to be done, let’s do what needs
to be.

Letting each other go could be the best thing to happen to
the both of us.

My heart doesn’t belong to you anymore and neither does my
trust.

We both were in it for the wrong reasons, whether it was for money or lust.

You’ve lied to me so many times that it became hard to separate
the truth.

Discovering your day-to-day secrets as if I were a private
sleuth.

Now I can’t blame you for everything, sometimes things were
also my fault.

Half of the time either my feelings weren’t true or I hid
them in my hearts vault.

You tried to work things out with me but I knew that you
were not the one.

Though I am saying sorry, nothing can change the damage that
we’ve done.

Our feelings are mutual so I wonder why it is so hard for us
to leave.

We hate each other yet when we are apart we cannot breathe.

All the signs lead to the fact that we will never get along.

Yet when I am with you I somehow unknowingly sing my
favorite song.

Complicated still, it seems as if you are the only one who
understands me for me.

I now realize that I need you in my life no matter how much
we may disagree.

Fantasies From my Future. . .

Lately my future bas been on my mind
I’ve been hoping that I don’t ever run out of time
I wanna do great things before it is too late
Travel the world, visit all the states
You never know when it is your time to go
So before I leave I at least wanna sit in the front row
Win an Academy Award and maybe even a Grammy
Join a dance troupe and learn how to tap dance like Sammy
Live in LA and one day get a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame
If these things don’t ever happen I doubt if I’ll manage to stay sane
They say if you can make it in New York then you can make it anywhere
So landing a gig on Broadway would only seem fair
I want to open up my very own Restaurant or maybe even a Boutique
Start a clothing line that is no less than chic
Regardless of what age I am, I want to cram all of these things in
Write a hit song that makes it onto the Billboards Top Ten
Star in a movie opposite my co-star Denzel
To achieve all of these things, well wouldnt that be swell
Be best friends with Donatella and own many priceless Versace gowns.
Sit right next to Kate & William but I am the only one wearing a crown.
Write a world-changing speech that would make Martin Luther King envious
And winning a Nobel Peace Price would stem from this.
Paint beautiful artwork that would make Picasso interested.
Climb mountains and skydive with no second guessing.
What if I wrote an envelope pushing novel that Toni Morrison wanted to read?
And she suggested a few changes and I was overwhelmed to heed.
Oprah will then invite me to have lunch in her home with her.
We’d watch The Color Purple and sip tea, I concur.
I’d be a paparazzi favorite and get followed on a regular basis.
The day-to-day tabloids would always read something untrue and heinous.
But this is the life I chose so I dare not fret.
So let me sit back and relax and wait and see if this is the life that I get.