That The soul is the self and the self is the soul..
So who that girl be?
Like girl see these broken wings,
They were meant to fly
But… that Black girl always been so shy
Yet that girl can be so fly
But that girl always be compromising
For eyes other than her own.
If the soul is the self and the self is the soul..
And soul is the depth of everything..
Is she her thoughts?
Certainly not like Ms. Badu.
And as she searches for food for thought
To be the engine to her comprehension like De La Soul.
Badus melody enters her brain chemistry
And it sounds like peace and blessings manifest with every lesson learned.
And Every lesson learned.
Is she what she learns?
Question to the most high.
When is the end to all oppression?
Often reflecting on her history
And her soulful ancestors who were mourned once wondering the same thing.
such as Malcom and Maya
And Baldwin and Nina Simone
These beautiful souls filled with
Optimism, self expression, depression, love, and soul,
Cause the soul is the self and the self is the soul.
See at times that Black girl she be lost
She be lost in them trace of thoughts
Wondering why God be givin her visions of a life worth livin..
When all that girl seems to know is misery.
Kinda Like that girl got some kind of chemistry with all things undesirable in her brain
A brain compromised by a system promising a fix with side affects..
Never thought that shit like this actually exsisted
Perspectives became twisted
Imagining how her grandfathers had when he was drafted into the Vietnam war
Realizing at the age of 18 that he was getting ready to fight a white mans war
But she just like he..
Been refusing to let them take her mind away, day by day..
For her dreams and visions be keeping her going.
For the soul is the self and the self is the soul
So deep down every vision and dream must be apart of whom she is supposed to be.
So see She looks in the mirror and says “Girl, them broken wings were meant to fly”..
But that black girl always been so shy.
And that girl always wondering why
Why if they say her eyes and soul is so beautiful
She facing the unusual everyday ?
Seems to have often Opened her legs trying to fill a void
Cause that girl , be wanting the kissing and caressing to be apart in ending all of the confusion and disillusions, of beauty and self.
She just be praying that younger Black women like herself would start to realize that compromising and disguising ain’t no form of self help.
Like even tho ain’t nothing wrong with a little love and affection
Life is merely all about perception.
would prefer mind sex
mind over matter
A verbal walk
But in the past seems to have often opened her legs to a nigga that she could never open her sense of mentality to.
Could never share dreams or aspirations.
Just ass and the after math like Dr Dre, and although she’s heard the saying life’s like an equation she’s too tired to attempt to solve that shit
But in a glimpse she thinks to herself that
the soul is the self and the self is the soul
And surely baby girl your self worth can’t be measured.
So treasure that gold you posses between your thighs and in your mind.. and simply in time
Unwind and love thy self unconditionally.