just so we’re clear…..
I am not your next pop star.
Never wanted to be.
Never want to be.
I am not an entertainer .
I am an inspirer.
I don’t sing songs to entertain and distract.
I write songs to inspire,
to heal,
to bring awareness to…..
myself ……
and if I’m lucky,
to others.
I don’t want to be a tv or movie star.
The closest thing in acting I’ve ever wanted to do is stage plays of the non musical sort
I am not your next “triple threat”
I am not your next Beyonce,
I am not your next Aaliyah…..
I am not Cassie’s competition
nor am i Rihannah’s.
I don’t want to make the world dance,
I want to help the world think,
heal,
be freed
and be true to it’s essence.
I am not your next radio friendly…..
I don’t know what your idea of making it is,
but today I surprised my daughter with her very own room.
I successfully put a roof over me and my soon to be 3 year olds head……
I made that happen.
I made it .
I do not want to be your next pop star
I am not your next pop star
I have a pudgy little nose that I never plan on “fixing” ,
a cup full of butt
tiny tits from breast feeding a child for the full year that nature suggested
( in which, btw…
I never plan on filling back up with any other material other than breast milk)
I am not your next perfectly plump,
slim nosed,
5 foot 7
cover girl.
I am 5 foot 2
And I am not your next popstar.
I am not dedicated to being #1,
the highest paid,
or the most sexually sought after….
I am dedicated to providing for my daughter,
my family
friends
and the world to the best of my ability.
I am dedicated to being happy,
being comfortable,
and being myself.
I don’t need to be rich…..
Never have been,
never wanted to be
and probably never will be
because a person who is truly rich in spirit,
sees no purpose in the excess of anything….
I’d rather give a million people one dollar
than to boast that I myself,
am a millionaire.
I will sing about who I am ,
what I do,
and what I think.
Sometimes it will be similar to your favorite popstar…..
sometimes it will be similar to your favorite politician,
sometimes it will be similar to a respected philosopher
or an unknown astronomer…..
But do not call me these things.
I am just a me ,
as you are
just a you.
PSA to anyone expecting me to be the next of any thing…..
I am the very first ,
and the very last
me.
I am NOT
your next pop star.
- l.a ,
J.A
I think everyone on tumblr is unique, but in the same way. Like, I don’t see people around my area dressing and acting the way me and my friends do. But when I get on tumblr it’s all I see. So in a sense we are all the same, but different from everyone else…get it? lol
So I’ve been catching a lot of shit lately. People keep saying that I’m mean to a particular person who I’m sure is going to see this. I’m not fucking mean she is too fucking sensitive. Like seriously this is high school you can’t cry because you take my comment or anyone else’s out of context, And I’m not the only person that is “mean” to her so why is everyone on my case? Just sit and STFU, tomorrow is the last day of fucking school I don’t give two shits if you think I’m mean. I’m not going to see your ass till September !
I’m super lost.
All these Prom picture on my dash, I can’t wait till next year and my senior year :)
So I was really loud in school today. Screaming, and singing extremely loud in Gym. Then I laughed sooooo hard when Mayola fell up the stairs running to the fight. I couldn’t breathe, it had to be the funniest thing I have ever seen. any-hoo now when I talk my voice is going in and out, and I can’t sing right either :/ uggh I hope its better when I wake up.
