Miss Lady Godiva Speaks
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
  Real Soul sistas like me don't grow on trees
Example

"It's through upbringing that starts our buds, struggle that begins our branches, wisdom that feeds our roots, and strength that shows as fruit." - Mary

Didn't that sound all Essence Magazine-ish? Did you expect a picture of a beautiful, Black, natural haired woman raising her hands to the sky, reaching towards the sun, and grabbing the life enegry of the day in preparation for whatever comes her way?

I hope you did. You should have.

Feel encouraged!

Spring is HERE!


Musical Genius of the Day: Grace Jones
Song: Nipple to the Bottle

Example
Colour and warmth came into your world,
It makes me crazy,
When you don’t get what you want,
You scream and you shout,
You’re still a baby.

Don’t give me a line,
Keep the lid on the bottle this time,
I’m still a lady,
I won’t do it tonight,
I won’t do it tonight,
No way baby,
I won’t give in and I won’t feel guilty.

Rant and rave to manipulate me,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Never satisfied,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Now the cow must die.

Power and wealth surrendering myself,
It ain’t easy,
Embarassing my store by opening up my door,
When it’s breezy.

You showed me your force,
Exaggerated stamina and energy,
No place for that,
No place for that,
It’s not that easy.

Rant and rave to manipulate me,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Never satisfied,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Now the cow must die.

You ain’t gon get it, I ain’t gon give it,
You ain’t gon get it, I ain’t gon give it.

Colour and warmth came into your world,
It makes me crazy,
When you don’t get what you want,
You scream and you shout,
You’re still a lady.

Don’t give me a line,
Keep the lid on the bottle this time,
I’m still a lady,
I won’t do it tonight,
I won’t do it tonight,
No where baby,
I won’t give in and I won’t feel guilty.

Rant and rave to manipulate me,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Never satisfied
From the nipple to the bottle,
Now the cow must die.

I ain’t gon give it, you ain’t gon get it,
If I don’t give it, how you gonna get it?

I ain’t gon give it, you ain’t gon get it,
If I don’t give it, how you gonna get it? (fade)
 
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