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Neo Soul in the mirror

Staring in the mirror, listening to a tune or two; quite a few. Feeling overwhelming, yet, spanking brand new. Heart spinning to a rhythm, deja vu', once before, a simple, yet complex groove. Moving, swaying, got me saying, that's my jam!!!! that's my cut, that's what's up!!!! Like Ascension, Maxwell, cast his spell, as he tells me "Don't ever wonder" and in an instant, seems I never do. Then all of a sudden, out of the blue, I hear Erykah Badu, carrying me 'On and On' got my "cycle moving like a rolling stone"!!!! I screeeam with all my might "Love, oooh love, so many people use your name in vain" As the tears start to flow to the basin, Musiq Soulchild let's me know it's all gonna be okay. As Angie Stone, comes along, co-signing it, with "No more rain in this cloud" My sunshine brings to my face a smile. After a word from our sponsor, still standing before the mirror, legs feelin' kinda weak and sore, can't quite understand...... why, nor what for???. Then Jill Scott , reminds me with the " long walk,(we took) around the block, after dark" it seems to spark, another zone, of an reflection, of the trip that we've been on. Whew still swaying, got me saying, I can't believe I let her do this to me. Looking at the mirror with a smile, I hear, Bilal, with his style, let me know, the explanation, before Jill let go, "You must be my soul sista, soul sista!!" all I can say is Whoa! India Arie re-affirms it , with the music, her guitar begins to play, saying" I'm not your average girl from your video,my worth is not determined by the price of my clothes", had my sister yellin' in the other room, "because I am a queen" it seems. It seems, the radio, was ready to let me go, at the end of the DJ's show, then he hit me with some D'Angelo. asking" how does it feel???". Me standing there responding to the mirror, quite clear, Brand spankin' new, in my mind, with each melody, each line, I'm good as gold, reborn, from the depths, with my neo-soul!!!! < /center>

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