Woman To Woman

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Okay so, I put a tank load of new music on my iPod (really excited about itt!!!) One of the new songs on there is "Woman to Woman" by Shirley Brown. Yep, I go back THAT far...lol. Anyway, So I'm listening to the song and she's talking to "Barbara" explaining that that's her man, not Barbara's. When out of NOWHERE I hear these cries. I listen for a few more moments and they get a little louder and I look around like "What the hell?". I hear Shirley just singing so calmly in the background, but all you can hear were those dramatic cries!!! PLEASE don't tell me this is how the song REALLY goes, so I can go to sleep with the thought that someone WOULD NEVER release a song with a woman so disturbingly distraught to cry like that after being confronted due to a cheating man. He's just a man! I may be a little harsh due to my own experiences, but ....there isn't any need for all of that.

To be continued on another venue, ya dig?
Lexi

Stranger With an iPod

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So I didn't mention this yesterday, but as I was walking to my french class @ Wake Tech, this RAG (Random ass guy) catches my attention and he asks me if I had an iPod charger. I said no, not on me. Then he asked if I could take his home to charge it. And I said, no I don't think so. Then I pressed the button for the elevator, expecting it to open up and take me away. Aw, not so.... He persisted. "Can you please help me out?" I looked at him. A older black man, kind of scruffy looking, and with stubble. No, I was not looking if he was cute....maybe I was....but he wasn't anyway. I gave in and asked to see his iPod. He came over to me and handed me his iPod. It was a 1st generation black nano with a case. I just know types of iPods off the top of my head, Steve Jobs has me as a slave like that. Anyway, I didn't see the problem in doing this for him, I'm a generous person, so I agreed. He looked desperate anyway. I told him to meet me at this same spot tomorrow @ 11:45, in plain sight of others in case he was a black Ted Bundy. He agreed and thanked me a million times as the elevator FINALLY came. I went on and threw my head back on the paneling. Soooooo, later that day, I'm home, charging the iPod, and I decided to look through his library to see what kind of music he listens to. No Anita! But I really can't expect every man on earth to like Anita. He has good r&b, but only one song from the artist, like Angela Winbush-Angel. Is that it? I doubt it. Luther Vandross-Any Love. Oh, that is blasphemy. Anyway, scrolled down and saw rap, then I saw....Keyshia Cole? Wait, not just one song.....15 of them. Okaayyy....a little weird for a grown man. Scrolled a little down, and then I see 9 Mariah Carey songs....uhm....this is still a grown man here. Okkkkayyy....scroll a little further......Melissa Etheridge????? whoa. So is he gay? Scroll a little further....Rhianna!?! Oy vey..... So I looked in settings for the name of the iPod. "Tinkerbell". Either he's flaming, or it's stolen. I placed my money on stolen. Ohhhhhhh goodddddddd whhyyyy????? So the next day, I meet him at 11:45 and sure enough, he's there. With a iHome in hand he just bought at the bookstore. He thanks me so much and he asked if I wanted his number. Hella naw!! I said no, and went on my merry way, thinking of what I should have done.

To be continued, on another venue, ya dig?
Lexi

Finally, Peace At Last.....

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So, this morning I go in to school around 11:00 for my 12:00 french class, so this morning I took a little me time and got myself ready for school, jamming out to my iPOd speakers. On the shuffle, "Not Ready To Make Nice" came on, and I sat in the bathtub listening to it....and I swear, I had an epiphany. The Dixie Chicks lyrics literally came out of the speakers and rested on my shoulders. There is a way to forgive, but to never forget. To move on, but to still remember always, what went down. Ahhhh, it was a cleansing of my soul.....so I say to the two who might hate me, I don't care if you do, b/c I've moved on, but I never be ready to make nice.

To be continued, on another venue. Ya dig?
Lexi

Not Ready To Make Nice

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting

I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting.....