My words may mean nothing to you now as I embrace this training ground.
I know Maya knew the caged bird could sing when it muttered not a sound.
Oprah was aware she was great when she was victimized through rape.
Nikki G was the artist and the crowd, as no one heard her screaming aloud.
When you are famous everything you do becomes famous.
It matters not today that I use cottonelle but tomorrow it’ll sale off the shelves.
Where I go will become landmarks.
What I endorse will turn gold.
What I give will be priceless, held on til its old with hopes of being sold.
My normalcy will make headlines.
My life will be revered.
My death will be a mystery to uncover what was hid.
My words may mean nothing to you now but this is why I share:
In a world where there are free prisoners, the best rescuer is one that has been rescued with care.
Reaching way down to a pit of people silently screaming “Give us our free” with no chains, no locks, just a distorted reality.
I am only able to relive what was done to me when I watch someone else become free; for the life of bondage I once knew will never again be.
I don’t know what to call us…some call us writers, some call us revolutionaries, others call us preachers/prophets, life coaches, moguls, entrepreneurs, phenomena’s, philanthropists, proprietors and the like.
All we know is that we were once silenced and when we found our voice, what came out made history.
All we know is that we didn’t look the part but when we discovered the beauty within every major publication tryna squeeze us in.
All we know is that they said we would be nobody because of where we’d been…but look at us now, where were going no man can comprehend.
I am enjoying sharing via the web as there shall come a day that a publicist will be typing while im on vacay.
My words may mean nothing to you now as I embrace this training ground.
I know Maya knew the caged bird could sing when it muttered not a sound.
Oprah was aware she was great when she was victimized through rape.
Nikki G was the artist and the crowd, as no one heard her screaming aloud.
I know Maya knew the caged bird could sing when it muttered not a sound.
Oprah was aware she was great when she was victimized through rape.
Nikki G was the artist and the crowd, as no one heard her screaming aloud.
When you are famous everything you do becomes famous.
It matters not today that I use cottonelle but tomorrow it’ll sale off the shelves.
Where I go will become landmarks.
What I endorse will turn gold.
What I give will be priceless, held on til its old with hopes of being sold.
My normalcy will make headlines.
My life will be revered.
My death will be a mystery to uncover what was hid.
My words may mean nothing to you now but this is why I share:
In a world where there are free prisoners, the best rescuer is one that has been rescued with care.
Reaching way down to a pit of people silently screaming “Give us our free” with no chains, no locks, just a distorted reality.
I am only able to relive what was done to me when I watch someone else become free; for the life of bondage I once knew will never again be.
I don’t know what to call us…some call us writers, some call us revolutionaries, others call us preachers/prophets, life coaches, moguls, entrepreneurs, phenomena’s, philanthropists, proprietors and the like.
All we know is that we were once silenced and when we found our voice, what came out made history.
All we know is that we didn’t look the part but when we discovered the beauty within every major publication tryna squeeze us in.
All we know is that they said we would be nobody because of where we’d been…but look at us now, where were going no man can comprehend.
I am enjoying sharing via the web as there shall come a day that a publicist will be typing while im on vacay.
My words may mean nothing to you now as I embrace this training ground.
I know Maya knew the caged bird could sing when it muttered not a sound.
Oprah was aware she was great when she was victimized through rape.
Nikki G was the artist and the crowd, as no one heard her screaming aloud.
My words may mean nothing to you now as I embrace this training
ground.
I know Maya knew the caged bird could sing when it muttered
not a sound.
Oprah was aware she was great when she was victimized
through rape.
Nikki G was the artist and the crowd, as no one heard her
screaming aloud.
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