I woke up
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my mouth
They hot, like the jail cell in the South…
This morning, I woke up
Feeling brand new, I jumped up
Feeling my highs, and my lows
In my soul, and my goals…
“Get By,” Talib Kweli
It’s going to be a good week. Wrote 2 more pages in very relaxed fashion yesterday. Am totally obsessed with the above song. Now have more than 2 weeks to write 5 more pages. CAKE! May just knock it off in the next few days. I’d love to get so massively ahead of my schedule that I have to redo the whole thing. Happy Monday.
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