Lyrics why my love? - Aja Monet
My
love
be
a
front
line
My
love
be
a
fighter
A
shade
that
sisters
and
saves
My
love
survived
the
middle
passage
Waded
the
waters
My
love
be
grassroots
Organizes
movements,
the
birds
the
bees
My
love
be
butterflies
beaming
My
love
be
indigenous,
ocean
wide,
sky
deep
My
love
listens
to
the
land
All
natural
no
preservatives
My
love
be
homemade
from
the
scratch
Scribbled
handwritten
notes,
adoration
My
love
be
scripture
Be
ritual,
baptism,
revival
A
cathedral
built
from
bare
hands
A
Taj
Mahal,
all
the
temples
My
love
creates
new
ways
to
worship
Serenity,
sorcery,
hieroglyphs
across
your
chest,
tongue
tied
My
love
be
sacred
geometry
Past
life
premonitions
Revelations
and
gratitude
Prayer
hands
My
love
be
call
and
response
Praise
the
eyelashes
and
the
eyes
My
love
be
a
river
like
the
Nile,
ancient
and
long
My
love
be
a
crowd
of
shyness
Secret
messages
in
the
rosy
red
of
deep
dimples
My
love
be
a
reflection
A
looking
glass
Magic
A
song
we
only
dance
to
My
love,
my
love
make
no
excuses
My
love
be
compassionate
Forgives
but
not
stupid
Be
backbone,
be
ass
whooping,
accountable
My
love
My
love
be
love
Abundant
Limitless,
endless,
giving,
make
no
mistakes
'less
they
lessons
My
love
be
book
smart
Be
Google
Be
Google
ready
Encyclopedic,
soul
listening,
kindred
twin
flame,
seeking
Questioning,
answering,
demanding,
aggressive,
hugging,
consent
Candle
lighting,
that
tarot
card,
psychic
healing,
intuitive
My
love
be
brave
My
love
be
brave
Be
heavy-hearted,
light-headed,
woozy,
clumsy
Knee-wobbling,
butterfly
belly
dancing,
floating
and
fluttering
My
love
be
goofy
Be
goofy,
be
silly,
trusting,
foreplay,
aching,
tempting
Tasting
to
savour,
weary,
wounded,
ridding
ghosts
Some
things
cannot
be
saged,
but
must
be
faced
My
love
My
love
be
partnership
Be
collective
Don't
leave
when
things
get
tough
Be
flawed,
stretch
marked,
pudgy,
bold
My
love
squeezes
pimples,
tweezes
ingrowns
Memories
My
love
My
love
be
a
lighthouse
in
the
middle
of
storm
Be
light
Why
every
time
we
tell
man
about
himself
our
love
gotta
come
into
question?
Who
said
Who
said
loving
you
would
be
a
walk
in
the
white
section
of
the
park?
Who
wrote
the
poems
that
made
love
in
to
a
door
mat,
doorbell?
Pornographic,
wet
dream,
male
gaze,
nonsense
romance
film
Who
done
turned
love
into
a
battle
of
the
sexes?
Say
I
can't
love
my
man
and
tell
him
where
it
hurts
or
how
Or
when
to
stop
or
when
to
slow
Treat
me
with
kindness
Who
say,
who
say,
who
say
I
can't
teach
you
how
to
love
me
How
to
tender
tug
and
touch
How
to
witness
and
watch
Who
say,
who
say
love
gotta
humiliate
me?
Gotta
turn
me
into
a
victim
Into
a
damsel
in
distress
If
I
could
tell
you
'bout
yourself
to
your
face
I
wouldn't
have
to
speak
to
strangers
Why
my
love,
why
my
love
always
gotta
be
in
question
Gotta
go
through
tests,
relay
races,
obstacle
courses
Gotta
hop
on
one
leg,
and
bark
like
a
dog
Why
my
love
gotta
do
backflips?
And
learn
rocket
science
and
speak
mansplain
Why
my
love,
why
my
love
Why
my
love
gotta
wait
'til
you
ready
to
love
you?
Why
the
world
ain't
Why
the
world
ain't
got
my
back
And
I
always
I
always
seem
to
have
Yours
1 i am
2 why my love?
3 black joy
4 unhurt
5 weathering
6 the perfect storm
7 the devil you know
8 what makes you feel loved?
9 for sonia
10 yemaya
11 castaway
12 give thanks
13 for the kids who live
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