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It is Thursday evening and am headed to my favorite beauty specialist to expose his magic on facials, pedi and mani. God knew i needed his magical touch. It is one thing to be beautiful, to maintain it is another. As I make my modest strides towards the entrance, my eyes and thoughts are engaged in a peculiar sense of sight. A lady, lightskinned and kinda bougie with a weave that needed some redemption (seriously!) had quite a rare kind of shades on. Blacker than black. I could not help but wonder if she literally could not see or she was just the queen of darkness. In addition, her chewing technique was just off (can someone please set up schools or centers where people are taught how to chew!) and her loudness was not helping my criticism either. So I stretch to fit well in the special seat so that my guy can get started on my pedi then when am to close my eyes to relax my mind, I hear some grumbling. At the corner of my eye, slightly past the magazine I was pretending to read, I saw the loud lady without shades. She was not blind after all. But OMG, the huge pink scar around her eye seemed like a transition to imposed blindness. Apparently she wanted her eyebrows and eyelashes done but the beauty specialist did not want to be part of further damage so he declined. She seemed depressed but vaguely strong; the latter was only a facade. Her persuasion proved futile, so she got up and stormed out almost like she was adding one more player in her blame game. I mean, the beautician was not at fault for whatever reason! My inquisitive self couldn’t help but ask what that was all about. Then I came to learn that , this lady was still going back home to her so-called husband who almost gorged her eyes off. Clearly she wanted to be blind going for another round, but think about it she was already blind. She did not know what she was worth and what she was not about. First of all, i totally rebuke that so-called husband because, who the hell beats up a woman in this day and age??? I will assume he is a remnant of the previous centuries hence the need for him to be extinct with immediate effect!Secondly, I am mad at us women, that we will just accept to lay on the fire even though we know we will get burned! for the sake of my sanity and that of real strong women who know their worth, today’s edition of pen and paper point champions emancipation. Kelly clarkson gets right into it and slays it right before our eyes and ears through the words of Gregory Kurstin and Alexandra Tampossi. These two songwriters embraced the importance of relentless, versatile and resilient women. Being strong doesn’t mean licking your puke, it means washing it off with the water that gives you strength. Ladies and gentlemen, BETTER RECOGNIZE!

STRONGER By Kelly Clarkson
You know the bed feels warmer
Sleeping here alone
You know I dream in color
And do the things I want

You think you got the best of me
Think you’ve had the last laugh
Bet you think that everything good is gone
Think you left me broken down
Think that I’d come running back
Baby you don’t know me, cause you’re dead wrong

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean am lonely when am alone
What doesn’t kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter
Doesn’t mean am over cause you’re gone

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself and I
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone

You heard that I was starting over with someone new
They told you I was moving on over you

You didn’t think that I’d come back
I’d come back swinging
You try to break me but you see

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean am lonely when am alone
What doesn’t kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter
Doesn’t mean am over cause you’re gone

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself and I
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone

Thanks to you I’m not the broken-hearted
Thanks to you I’m finally thinking about me
You know in the end the day you left was just my beginning
In the end…

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean am lonely when am alone
What doesn’t kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter
Doesn’t mean am over cause you’re gone

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself and I
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone

(When I’m alone)

o

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