Aja Monet - why my love? Lyrics

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



Writer(s): Aja Monet Bacquie, Christian Scott, Elena Ruth Ayodele Pinderhughes, Lucques Curtis, Marcus Owen Gilmore, Samora Abayomi Pinderhughes, Weedie Morris Braimah


Aja Monet - when the poems do what they do
Album when the poems do what they do
date of release
09-06-2023




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