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i turned savage by our good sis megan thee stallion into an electronic pop song!!
watch it here on my youtube channel pls subscribe if u dont hate it hehe 👉🏾👈🏾
https://youtu.be/pFeLXMb_88s
ive been 20 for 7 months now.
lyrics from a song im writing.
ive been in london for 2 and a half years and the rate at which ive changed and grown scares me. because im only 20 but going thru everything i went thru these past 2 years makes me feel like i should be 25 or 30. its insane, our perception of experience and age. and who knows what else the universe wants me to learn?
would anyone even care if i started posting my music on here? i think some of my stuffs pretty good but idk looooool
do you want the truth?
you. yeah you.
do you want the truth?
the truth is, is that you will never be ready. you will never be ready to continue. you will never be ready to start again. you will never be ready to embark on new journeys, or open yourself up to new experiences, or open your heart up to new people, or the possibility of a new person.
being ready is a myth that you rely on so you don’t have to feel scared and uncomfortable.
i get it, i understand. what you went through - is something no one should’ve had to experience. especially when you were so young. you were so so young. you were practically a baby. you didn’t deserve that, and i’m sorry. you deserved all the good things, all the sunshine, all the hot days in parks full of cute dogs. and you got rain, sometimes drought. you got hopelessness, sometimes exhaustion.
but you’re still here.
that tells you something. that tells you that even at your lowest, you were always ready. i think it takes us humans a while to realise that we are, because we hide behind the hurt because of our fear. its scary to start again. its scary to have faith again, when it was this same faith that failed you before.
but what is life if not a total contradiction and conundrum?
it’s okay if you don’t believe in you yet. i believe in you. i’ve always believed in you. how could i not? your tears cleared up a drought, your anger started fires and you used the flames to keep yourself warm. your suspiciousness pointed out the weeds and saved the whole garden. all the “after effects” of your downfall, built the empire to which you have just now found the keys.
you better open the fucking door.
sza - drew barrymore
it’s crazy how 2 years when this song came out i could never imagine myself feeling the way sza did when she wrote this. fast forward ; big yikes.
anyways, covering songs by artists who share the same zodiac sign as me! this week it’s sza, we both have our sun in scorpio. :)
am i happy or just here?
pink + white - frank ocean
how i feel today
i wanna know what it’s like to love someone. it gets lonely only having you, only loving you, only taking care of you. it gets old and it gets boring. i want to know what it’s like to hold a waist other than my own, to hold another hand, rub my thumb against their skin, to miss something other than my own sanity, other than the old me. i want to know what it’s like to be missed by someone who doesn’t feel obligated too, to be missed by someone other than my friends. i want to kiss someone with so much passion, the same passion you could find in protests and hospitals, urgency, an end-of-the-world-if-we-don’t-save-this type of feeling, type love. the world could be shaking and uprooting itself like it is now and i’d still keep holding you, keep loving you, type love. i want to sleep next to someone. eyes closed, steady breathing, space for the subconscious to mind to conjure up an image of a true love that’s really now just a memory of a daily life. to care for someone, to love, to love, to love, to feel a butterfly, to touch another, to set fire to a skin with a touch, to ignite a need, and a need so deep. to love, to love, to love, to love, to love, to love, to kiss, to love, to love, to love, to love
to love
I can’t tell if I’m actually starting to develop feelings for you or if I’m just latching onto the attention that I’m constantly deprived of...
“… I cannot get him out of my mind- and, indeed, I never try. I wonder whether he ever thinks of me; and I wonder whether I shall ever see him again.”
— The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Brontë (1848)
hopelessness.
Being A Black Girl: And Chasing Your Dreams.. Yikes.
Hi,
It’s me, your resident black girl back with some new shit to rant about. I’ve been posting a few screenshots of short poems and paragraphs I’ve been writing on my phone as a way to heal and get over Capricorn boy from my last post on here and I see you guys like and reblog. Thank you for showing love, although it makes me sad that so many of you seem to be going through the same range of emotions I am. I’m sorry.
I know it’s a lonely place to be in.
But, on the bright side, I’ve got a lot of new followers joining the diary/manual/rant page that is blackgirlology and it’s nice cause I think it’s becoming a little bit of a community. So, in a way, were never really going through any of these emotions alone. If you’ve found this page-you’re part of a community. Bask in it.
Anyways, that aside, a lot has happened since I last spoke to you. I don’t know if any of you may remember, and for some new people this will be a surprise. But I’m actually a singer songwriter from Ireland. Moved to London a year and a half ago to pursue my music dream and that’s how I met Capricorn boy whos been the source of all my poems.
Throughout this time in between, I’ve been trying to chase my dreams, and chase them relentlessly. and this summer i did just that, let me tell you, what im about to tell you guys, is to put it simply, wild. I’ll just cut to the chase.
It all started in July. I’d been in London for quite a long time now, over a year and now have a manager who’s my best friend first and foremost. We’ll call her Maya. I met her in my first week of moving to London in the student halls I was staying at and we became best friends pretty quick. She studies music business, so it made sense and she just naturally ended up taking up the role as my music manager. Shes seen everything. The songs I wrote about Capricorn boy, the tears, everything. And she saw everything this summer.
I saw an ad for a record label opportunity in London. It was advertised on my university facebook page; a new indie label, looking for demo submissions for a competition they were setting up to find their new signee. I sent a screenshot to Maya who agreed I should send my stuff in. I did, they liked it, I got a meeting, we were sent terms and conditions for the competition. We signed it, the rest was supposed to be history.
Big yikes.
There’s so many layers to this story that I will be shortening it, just because it can get very draining for me to talk about or even write about. I’ve healed from it i think, but I still want to put it here and write it about to finally close that chapter and be done with my feelings about what happened to me and my music.
Basically, the whole competition, the record label, the dickhead CEO, it was all a scam. I had accidentally signed away the master rights to my new song to a record label started by a fake CEO who was committing fraud and known for tricking young artists into handing over their master rights so he could profit off of them, for power.
It was a mess. Another contestant told me and Maya when we were outside of their office. Just minutes before we were under the impression that I was doing an interview for Billboard Magazine. Honestly, I never truly believed it. Shit was too good to be true.
But she told us everything. How he was actually a run away from Spain, where he was caught and exposed for doing the exact same thing to artists there, how he didn’t have any money to fund the competition he had somehow roped all of us into, how he was illegally avoiding paying his team, how none of the creatives we had collaborated with for photoshoots etc were paid, how everything was a lie, how he didnt have any connections, and how he was trying to convince me specifically to sign a 360 deal with his label.
Which, guys, I’m not stupid. After the first week of being with the label for the competition and letting my song live through their disastrous marketing campaign, Maya and I long decided that regardless of what they said, I would not under any circumstances be signing anything with any entity of their company.
After being told the truth, I had to sit down. You see, when I came across this opportunity, I thought this was finally the life I’d been manifesting coming true. I had begun to grow in my spirituality and start journaling, writing down my manifestations, and getting to work with a record label who would later offer me a fair contract before I turn 20 was one of the manifestations I had written down every night before I went to bed. However, what I’d gotten was the exact opposite.
I remember, me, Maya, and 2 of the girls from the competition all stood around in a circle outside of their new office that the CEO also hadnt paid for wondering what our next move would be with this new information. There was still 2 other contestants inside who had no idea what was really going on was an elaborate scam. One of them wanted to go in and expose them on the spot. I said no, we had to go in and pretend like everything was normal until we figured out what to do afterwards.
So in I went, plastering the fakest smile on my face and pretended like I still thought I was about to be speaking with Billboard Magazine. Once I got out, I broke down in Maya’s arms.
I went home to my flatmates, Ellie and Bea and cried for hours before I had to go work a 7 hour shift at a pizza place.
I stayed in bed, and cried, and cried. and cried again. I didn’t get out of bed unless I needed too. The only people I talked too were my flatmates E and B and Maya.
Everything was sorted out eventually, a lot more happened, but as I’ve been writing this article for you guys, I realised that all of that stuff is no longer relevant to my journey and isnt something I want to bring back into my energetic circle because I’ve made peace with the fact that a lot of people who betrayed me when I was at my lowest, peace with the fact that these contestants who wanted to “work together” to get out of this mess, actually wanted to save their own asses and leave me in the cold.
But I still got out of it and I’m still here.
I nearly got sued by a man with less than 20 pound to his company account online, but hey, I’m here.
I guess why I’m telling you guys this really short account of my summer is to both record it for myself but also to say its okay to flop, its okay to fail. I did both this summer. and thank god i did. it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
following your dreams is scary, doing it as a black girl is terrifying because society has already kind of set you up to fail. there’s already misconceptions about what you do, who you are, where you come from and how good you’re going to be at what you do. its almost like we cant fail and we need to work 10 times harder to obtain half of what the average white person will get. and sometimes it can feel like we dont have any space to fail or make mistakes because of this but let me tell you thats not true.
if anything, the universe will put you in places that will force you to grow through the mistakes you make. and thats exactly what happened to me this summer.
i chased my dream so relentlessly i ended up in an environment i thought i manifested, i thought was good for me, only for the universe to show me that that specific environment i’d been wishing to be in is the furthest from what i need right now in my life.
this so called failure showed me that not everybody who smiles can be trusted, and that people can be way more deceiving than i ever thought, especially when push comes to shove and they need to save themselves. you start to see the real them when it starts to get tense. the people who seem to be around you when you’re doing good will most likely dissapear when things start to go south, including some of your oldest friends. you will get radio silence on their end. be upset. cry. but after that be glad that this situation revealed their true colours.
and then never put any more energy into them again.
this failure showed me how fucking strong i am. how resilient and kind i am even in the face of disrespect and actual evil. it showed me how much i can care for someone who i believe is at a risk of losing it all, and showed me that this will not always be reciprocated. and for a while i thought that meant that i had to harden myself up and grow a shell. but i dont think so. i will not allow the things ive been through to make me into a hard person when i was born soft. i mean now, im a little rough around the edges, jagged enough to cut anyone who comes too close with some of that bad energy, but soft enough to hold myself tight and glue myself back together when i need to. soft enough to hold the people who held me this summer. soft enough to help people who i know deserve it.
im a good person in a shitty world, i don’t need to match the world and become a shitty person to survive.
after all of this happened, i stopped writing music.
i haven’t written anything properly or produced anything in months and sometimes i get worried that ive completely lost my talent. but thats another thing that this failure taught me, i can never truly lose whats meant to be mine. i know that i was put on this earth to create change, to inspire, to be an activist and a voice for people who dont have one. i know i was put here to do it through a creative medium and right now i still think that is music.
i think i just need to stop being so scared to start again, to learn my craft again.
i used to be so scared of failure but now i am so thankful for it and the lessons its taught me. i had so much hurt and pain and hatred in my heart for the universe for, in my head, doing this to me. but then i realised that the universe never does anything to you, it does it for you. all of this happened in my best interest and while i definitely didnt understand at the time, i get it now.
thank you universe for the worst summer of my life.
and my black ass will be continuing to chase my dreams relentlessly, failing, tripping and falling on my ass until i get to the very top.
besides, if everything had just gone right, that wouldnt have been very interesting, would it?
you. are. not. a. martyr.
i miss you, capricorn.
Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
yours, constantly.