Four Women

My skin is black

My arms are long

My hair is woolly

My back is strong

Strong enough to take all the pain

That’s been inflicted again and again

What do they call me

My name is AUNT SARAH

My name is Aunt Sarah

My skin is yellow

And my hair is long

Between two worlds

I do belong

My father was rich and white

He forced my mother late one night

So here I am, what do they call me

My name is SAFFRONIA

My name is Saffronia

My skin is tan

My hair is fine

But my hips invite you

And my mouth is like wine

Whose little girl am I?

 Anyone who has money to buy

What do they call me

They call me SWEET THING

My name is Sweet Thing

My skin is brown

my manner is tough

‘Cause I’ll kill the first mother I see

my life has been much too rough

I’m awfully bitter these days

because the only parents I know were slaves

What do they call me

My name is PEACHES

“Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.”
~ George Eliot

“Most people die with their music still locked up inside them.”  


Just listen…

“Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.” 
― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

On the playlist today…

“I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you…” ~ Sleeping at last, Turning page






“Ah, music,… a magic beyond all we do here!”
~  Harry Potter & the Sorcerer’s Stone, J.K. Rowling


“The pianokeys are black and white
but they sound like a million colors in your mind”

Inside the artist’s studio…

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“If you catch me dreaming, please don’t wake me till I’m done. Just leave me sleeping until  the morning comes…” ~ Anthony Hamilton, Pass Me Over