First Kiss …In Color

I loved First Kiss but wanted to see myself represented.
I didn’t complain, I did something about it. Its time to break down stereotypes.
Many of us saw ourselves in First Kiss, I just wanted everyone to see themselves in us.


Song’s A Year Long & Had Been Playin 4 Months

“Up on the mic repeating 2 words over and over again
Was this woman he had never noticed before
He lost himself in the articulated manner in which she said them
These 2 words – a little bit behind the beat
I mean just enough 2 turn U on
4 every time she said the words
Another one of his doubts were gone” -Prince

I will never be the person I was before I heard this song.  The lyrics, the guitar, the way the beat drags.  Joy in Repetition. The title could not be truer. This song grabbed me and has not let me go ..

No one else was watching her
She didn’t seem 2 care
So over and over she said the words
Till he could take no more (No more)
He dragged her from the stage
And 2gether they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said – “Tell me, what’s your name?”
She only said the words again and it started 2 rain (Rain, rain, rain)
2 words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing that there’s joy in repetition