Lyrically Speaking… Again

For some reason today, I wanted to reread Emmanuella Onyilofor’s life affirming poem.

It brought back all these memories of a time in my life that was the catalyst for the creation of the woman I am now. In addition to that poem is the song I’m about to post today. 

The song title is BRAVE by Sara Bareilles.

And by the way guys, if you ever happen to meet her, hook a sister up. Tell her that she’s awesome and I really like the fact that she wrote such a relatable song. Tell her that her song made me stand up and start drawing lines in the sand. Because we are not dustbins and we are not meant to hold other people’s trashy words inside us. But if you can’t tell her all of this, just tell her I’m a huge fan of this song and I like her for creating it.

Long story short, behold *does dramatic fat Amy jazz hands*:

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You can be amazing

You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug

You can be the outcast

Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love

Or you can start speaking up
Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do

When they settle ‘neath your skin

Kept on the inside and no sunlight

Sometimes a shadow wins

But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say

And let the words fall out

Honestly, I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say

And let the words fall out

Honestly, I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

I wanna see you be brave
Everybody’s been there,

Everybody’s been stared down by the enemy

Fallen for the fear

And done some disappearing,

Bow down to the mighty

Don’t run, just stop holding your tongue
Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live

Maybe one of these days you can let the light in

Show me how big your brave is
Say what you wanna say

And let the words fall out

Honestly, I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say

And let the words fall out

Honestly, I wanna see you be brave

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out

Honestly, I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say

And let the words fall out

Honestly, I wanna see you be brave
And since your history of silence

Won’t do you any good,

Did you think it would?

Let your words be anything but empty

Why don’t you tell them the truth?
Say what you wanna say

And let the words fall out

Honestly, I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say

And let the words fall out

Honestly, I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

See you be brave
I just wanna see you (yeah)

I just wanna see you (oh ooh)

I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you

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Lyrics as always by http://www.azlyrics.com. Give them a big hand guys. 👏 Farhanitrate and Prerajulization. Get the reference?

Edited as always by Obianuju J. Ayalogu. NB- I got sick of the purple box casing and so I edited it out. 😋.

P.S- For further information about the time when those memories were fresher memories, please head on over here. Thank you!

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Article Recommendation

http://pathsonwater.com/2016/10/12/authenticity-and-the-social-epidemic-of-happiness/- This post touched me deeply. Why do we as people believe and automatically expect other people to always present us with smiling faces? Tears are NOT shameful, neither is anger, neither is being expressionless. We should put our best foot forward, that I agree to. But we should also own our emotions. Forgive the mini rant. It’s a great post.

http://pathsonwater.com/2016/07/05/defining-happiness-through-time/- I try to have my article recommendations direct you to different blogs but this post was so great as well, I had to put it up. Can’t recommend this enough.

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Freedom Part 3

The water looked murky thought the red shoed girl. What did she expect, she thought to herself. It was water under a bridge, that metaphorical bridge where people threw in people and problems. That probably also explained the stench.
She stepped off the elevation and went back to the car that was currently being fixed. The girl, the usher looked frustrated and ready to start screaming. She knew that feeling intimately. It had only been 3 hours after all.
With that thought in mind, she went over to the rear left of the car and put a reassuring hand on a shaky shoulder. The girl removed the tire completely and made a gesture as though she planned to hold the hand in place. She went back to contemplating the bridge and the waters below.
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The same nightmare woke Jennifer up. The monotony of it had become exceedingly tiring. It was a strange thing to ask but could she at least have a different one?
Her wish was granted.
She was 6 years old, playing in the garden while her mother lovingly planted flowers and fruit. Suddenly what had to be a huge man came behind her mother, blocking out the sunlight, creating darkness in the morning. He seemed uninterested in the smiling woman on her knees, reaching instead for the now-silent girl.
She woke up.
The couch was hard.
She didn’t have a couch in her apartment.
The walls were white. The smell of antiseptic reached her. The floor was sparkling and there was an underlying smell
of chalky medicine.
This was a hospital.
Why was she here?