Sunday, April 26, 2009

Bea Arthur: Maude was (much) younger than I am now





Bea Arthur:
At 50 as "Maude" in the early 70s
At 54 with her then-husband Gene Saks
A very sassy 65 in 1988
At 86 in 2009.

Me dancing while celebrating my 53rd birthday, 2009.


Thinking about Bea Arthur on the occasion of her passing on April 24 at age 86. While watching a nice segment about her the next day on CBS Sunday Morning I was surprised to realize that one of her most famous characters, "Maude," was 47, five years younger than I am now, when she made her famous decision to get an abortion in 1972 (the year Roe v Wade passed). I remember thinking she was so old when watching that episode all those years ago!

So, curious, I did a little research and the math. Bea Arthur was actually 50 in 1972 when Maude debuted, three years older than her character. I was 16 then. Bea was three years younger than I am now and her character was six years younger.

I have become the so old of my teenage perspective and but am not really old yet at all.

If I live as long and full of a life as Bea Arthur did (which I plan to do), I will reach 86 in 2042, which is 33 years from now. That's a whole lot of living yet to do!


Sunday, April 19, 2009

Birthday playlist for aging baby boomers

Since I am a self-proclaimed wannabe DJ, I thought I'd share this mix. I made it for my 50th birthday a few years ago, and have since burned versions of it for several other friends' 50th birthdays. Enjoy!

Half a Century!

Happy Birthday Stevie Wonder
Ngiculela - Es Una Historia - I Am Singing Stevie Wonder
I Just Want to Celebrate Rare Earth
Funkin' for Jamaica Tom Browne
I Love the Nightlife (Disco 'Round) Alicia Bridges
Pick Up the Pieces Average White Band
Dancing Machine Jackson 5
P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) Michael Jackson
Rock With You Michael Jackson
Boogie Oogie Oogie A Taste of Honey
(my personal theme song)
Boogie on Reggae Woman Stevie Wonder
As Stevie Wonder
Love And Happiness Al Green
Let's Stay Together Al Green
Sweet Thing Rufus feat. Chaka Khan
For the Love of You Isley Brothers ("Our" song -- my wuzband and me)
Three Little Birds Bob Marley
One Love Bob Marley
Here Comes the Sun Beatles
Forever Young Bob Dylan


He Got Game and Fight the Power -- Lovin' PE

I am not even going to try to get into the commentary or analysis about my love for Public Enemy, a regular in this 50-something grandma's iPod rotation. I'm not a fan of categorizing or being categorized. My all time favorite -- He Got Game -- which took Buffalo Springfield's version (For What it's Worth) and knocked it out of the ball park. Second fav -- Fight The Power, which I've loved since Rosie Perez's did her thing to it opening Spike Lee's Do the Right Thing.





Saturday, April 18, 2009

Tell It WOC Speak: Voices Have Power

Tell It WOC Speak: Voices Have Power

The third installment of this amazing blog carnival organized by Renee, author of the blog Womanist Musings, is up. She says:

Hello everyone and welcome to the third installment of WOC and Ally Blog carnival. Once again we have a great line of posts either written by a WOC, or from an ally speaking critically about race and the different isms that it interacts with. Each day we are told by the fauxgressives that race has become a non issue and yet our lived experience testifies the exact opposite.
The blog carnival features a diverse array of writings on the subjects of gender, health, history, race, and fiction.

Be prepared for some amazing writing!

(Nappy) hair notes





(Nappy) hair notes

I can do hair. Specifically what I mean is I can oil, comb, and braid all kinds of basic girl hairdos for thick, curly, course hair from the motherland – nappy hair – in all of the reclaimed, beautiful sense of that word.

My fingers have been deep into nappy hair for two generations now. A squirmy-child-head-between-my-knees-making-straight-lines-oiling-scalp-braiding-until-my-fingers-ache-rubber-bands-and-barrettes-get-it-good-so-it-will-last-the-school-week relationship with nappy hair.


But does that give me the right to say or even claim "nappy?" Where does my
whitegirl self fit in the brown world I inhabit? Where is the map for the lines, the boundaries, I can and cannot cross? Am I forever on the Don Imus side of that word, never on the "Nappy Roots" side, or do I inhabit a place between?

My daughter sometimes counts on me to do her daughter's hair, just like she counts on her friends to do her own perms, weaves and extensions. She is not a hair girl, never has been and never will be. When her child was a toddler with just-coming-in-but-very-thick-hair, she just combed it into a little 'fro and left it at that. I got blamed sometimes: "Well of course she doesn't do right by her daughter's hair, after all she was raised by you."

As if.


I have a friend who loved that little 'fro. She has light brown skin and sandy-colored hair just like my granddaughter's except now hers twists and turns in fierce and lovely waist-length locks.
"Oh she looks sooooo cute," squealed my friend with delight at the sight of that 'fro. "My hair was just like that when I was little," swooping my granddaughter into the sista-hood of nappy-headed girls everywhere.

Yet after all these years, I still wonder -- do white moms of black-brown-multiracial kids step over/step into some place we have no business when we claim "nappy" as part our vernacular, too?


When my grandchild dramatically screams as I comb out the tangles at the back of her neck, I tell her -- firmly but kindly -- just as I had told her mom, "Honey I know your kitchen is extra tender, we're almost done. Be still." Calling out her "kitchen," or her "nappy hair" for me, is honoring her culture and claiming her place in it -- for her.


I mean this is family I am talking about. At our house nappy=love.

Related Post: Grandma's Nappy Hair

Thursday, April 16, 2009

For my mother

Five years ago today I gave this eulogy for my mother. She was 69, just 16 years old than I am now. She died from cancer. I have been a cancer survivor for 12 years. People, embrace your age because you are living!

April 16, 2004

Good morning and thank you so much for being here today. It is a great honor to share a few words with you – our beloved family and friends – to celebrate my mother's remarkable life.

I am officially here as a pinch hitter. My family shares many traits, but perhaps our most infamous one is what my dad refers to as "the leaky gene." What he means is that we have a tendency to get teary – to cry – very easily.

So my dad, in deference to his own very, very leaky gene, asked me if I would say a few words about my mom on his behalf. I will try to summon my more stoic matriarchal side – my mother's side – to temper my own tendencies to "leak."

When mom learned she had cancer, she faced her disease with the strength of faith, gracious dignity, and selfless fierceness that was so characteristic of her life. She absolutely did not want to die. Yet she rarely talked about her own personal grief. What she talked about was, in her words, "feeling so badly that I am putting you through all of this."

When she was diagnosed, the doctors gave her three to six months. That simply was not acceptable to her – she had too much yet to accomplish. So she took up the fight and lived for two more years.

With my dad at her side, she embraced the time she had left – first and foremost to spend it with family and friends. They went to their grandchildren's sporting events. They spent time at the lake, weekends in Fargo, and kept a calendar full of lunches and dinners with their many dear friends. (And she always called you her "dear friends.")

This winter they made one more trip to St. Thomas to see friends there, be with family, enjoy watching the ships coming and going from the harbor, and to walk – holding hands – along the beaches they so loved.

But mostly, Mom worried about Dad and not being there to take care of him. She fully embraced her role as wife and mother and tended after my father throughout their marriage, supporting his career, cooking, cleaning, and keeping their house a loved-filled family-centered home, even when she was running the horse farm or pursuing her master's degree and career at the University.

So… my mom set out on a mission to train my dad in the mysterious ways of the microwave, the dishwasher, stove, and laundry machines. I'm pleased to report that he is now an ace at using home appliances.

But she didn't stop there. She put her affairs in order, and left little notes everywhere to help Dad after she was gone. Just yesterday my dad went to get a tablecloth and found a note – "Use this one. It can go in the wash and if you pull it out of the dryer right away, you won't have to iron it."

My mom absolutely loved and cherished my father every single day of their 49 years together. They were best friends, and built their marriage on shared, unconditional love and commitment. Dad, that love will carry you forward.

And what a mother! She lived by and instilled in us powerful lessons for living, and strong values to guide us along the way. She had the clearest sense of right and wrong of anyone I knew – and of how one should conduct oneself in the world.

Mom also instilled in us the belief that the future was wide open to our own sense of possibility and that we could accomplish anything with hard work and determination. She wanted us to reach far, uphold high standards, and to make a contribution to the world.

She taught her children to be independent. So when we made very surprising or unexpected choices in our adult lives, she would say to Dad, "Well, what do you expect – we raised them to think for themselves and they do."

Mom found something special to love in each of us – and in each of her grandchildren.

She was selfless in the most positive sense of the word. She spent her life giving to others – often quietly, and never for acclaim. My guess is that all who knew my mother have stories of kind things she did for them. And if you sent her a thank you note for an act of kindness, I'll bet you got a thank you note right back saying, "Thank you for the lovely note." The focus was always on the other person and never on herself.

When my brother needed his first kidney transplant, the whole family was jockeying to be first in line to offer one up. My brother says it was no surprise to him that she landed in front, and then said, "Oh honey it's nothing -- just an extra organ I don't need anyway." After she woke up from the transplant surgery, the first thing she said was, "How is he?" The second was, "Has everyone had lunch yet?"

I think in dying my mom would want to pass on to all of us one of her lessons for living. A poem, which is in your program, says it well:

"When I must leave you for a little while, please do not grieve and shed wild tears, or hug your sorrow to you through the years. But start out bravely with a gallant smile and for my sake do all the things just the same."

Mom, we'll try.

Wild child

I wrote this when my daughter was small. She is now grown and the single parent of a very active preschooler. I see me in her, I see her in my granddaughter. We labor in love for our children.

Wild Child

It's almost midnight but there she is, my daughter, in her bedroom, far past wide awake, her Fisher-Price tape deck cranked all the way open, blasting her favorite song, Love Shack, by the B-52s. Dressed like the reigning grand dame of little girl drag, she is wearing a green and purple flowered top from her two-piece swimming suit, leggings with a black and red geometric print on them, spike-heeled shoes from her dress-up basket, and bright orange lipstick she got from a babysitter. Her warm brown skin glows amidst the tumble of patterns and colors. Her hair only vaguely resembles the braids I wrestled in that morning. One braid is removed, leaving a mass of startling curls sticking straight out from one side of her head, the remaining four braids are fuzzy and frayed. She is standing on a chair, playing furious air guitar on her tiny yellow and blue plastic toy guitar with no strings, and is loudly singing. She knows every word, every note by heart, and can even jam the guitar solo right on cue.

She obtained this tape thanks to the same babysitter who gave her the lipstick — she thought it was cute that such a little pixy of a girl went ape-shit for the B-52s. My fault, I hadn't included in the babysitter list of instructions this warning: If you bring music with you, avoid rock and roll, and be sure you take it with you when you leave.

"Honey," I say as softly as I am able, "It's way past your bedtime, turn off the music and go to bed." I am trying hard not to yell or scream, to engage her in a battle of wills. I know from experience that she's a great fighter, more persistent, tougher than me. She wins every time.

Actually, I lose with the soft approach too. She won't go to sleep until she is ready to go to sleep, has been like that since she was a baby. But I'm trying to be a good mother, learning the motherly art of restraint. Still, I secretly want to yell shut-the-fuck-up at her, throw away her tape deck, the B-52s and be done with it.

My mother laughs at me when I tell her about my wild child, says it's only fair, that I was a difficult child, too. The truth of this amazes me. There she is, there I am, all over again, a mess of a girl, out of control.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Mixes: DJ Dancing Diva

DJ Dancing Diva
Since I am a self-proclaimed wannabee DJ, I thought I would share a few of my favorite mixes. Enjoy!

Protest and Peace
1. For What It's Worth, Buffalo Springfield
2. He Got Game, Public Enemy
3. Fight the Power, Public Enemy
4. The Message, Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
5. Many Rivers to Cross, Jimmy Cliff
6. Rivers of Babylon, The Melodians
7. What's Going On, Marvin Gaye
8. Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology, Marvin Gaye
9. Living For The City, Stevie Wonder
10. Raining Revolution, Arrested Development
11. Give A Man A Fish, Arrested Development
12. People Everyday, Arrested Development
13. A Change Is Gonna Come, Neville Brothers
14. Sister Rosa, Neville Brothers
15. The World Is A Ghetto, War
16. To Zion, Lauryn Hill
17. Get Up Stand Up, Bob Marley & The Wailers
18. Redemption Song, Bob Marley & The Wailers

Bangin' Old School
1. For the Love of you, Isley Brothers
2. Let's Get It On, Marvin Gaye
3. What's Going On, Marvin Gaye
4. Trouble Man, Marvin Gaye
5. Where Are We Going? Marvin Gaye
6. I'm Still In Love With You, Al Green
7. Let's Stay Together, Al Green
8. Love And Happiness, Al Green
9. Knocks Me Off My Feet, Stevie Wonder
10. Love's In Need Of Love Today, Stevie Wonder
11. Pastime Paradise, Stevie Wonder
12. Ribbon In The Sky, Stevie Wonder
13. Family Affair, Sly & The Family Stone
14. Sweet Thing, Rufus feat. Chaka Khan
15. Turn Off the Lights, Teddy Pendergrass
16. I Want To Spend The Night, Bill Withers
17. Funkin' for Jamiaca, Tom Browne
18. Boogie Oogie Oogie, A Taste of Honey


Round the Block, Love songs
1. Cuz I'm Here, Ruthie Foster
2. Up Above My Head (I Hear Music In the Air), Ruthie Foster
3. Hail Mary, Nedra Johnson
4. Don't Know Why, Norah Jones
5. Carnival Town, Norah Jones
6. The Nearness Of You, Norah Jones
7. That Lady, The Isley Brothers
8. Secret Lover, The Isley Brothers
9. Summer Breeze, The Isley Brothers
10. Willow, Joan Armatrading
11. Waiting On the World to Change, John Mayer
12. Sexual Healing, Marvin Gaye
13. (Sittin' on) The Dock of the Bay, Otis Redding
14. I'll Be Around, Randy Crawford
15. Joy Inside My Tears, Randy Crawford
16. Better than chocolate, Sarah McLaughlin
17. For My Lover, Tracy Chapman
18. Fast Car, Tracy Chapman
19. No Ordinary Love, Sade
20. Lovers Rock, Sade

Todos Chicas Caliente
1. Djin Djin, Angélique Kidjo Feat. Alicia Keys & Branford Marsalis
2. Salala, Angélique Kidjo Feat. Peter Gabriel
3. Senamou (C'Est L'Amour), Angélique Kidjo Feat. Amadou & Miriam
4. Gimme Shelter, Angélique Kidjo Feat. Joss Stone
5. Ear To The Ground, Ubaka Hill
6. Supermoon, Zap Mama
7. 1,000 Ways, Zap Mama
8. Bandy Bandy (Featuring Erykah Badu), Zap Mama & Erykah Badu
9. Sweet Melody, Zap Mama
10. Vivre, Zap Mama
11. Miss Q'in, Zap Mama
12. W'Happy Mama, Zap Mama
13. Sugar Cane, Les Nubians
14. Sourire, Les Nubians
15. Tabou, Les Nubians
16. Whenever, Wherever, Shakira
17. More Shine, Si*Se
18. Amiga, Si*Se

Rock On
1. Somebody to Love, Jefferson Airplane
2. White Rabbit, Jefferson Airplane
3. Purple Haze, Jimi Hendrix
4. Hey Joe, Jimi Hendrix
5. Sunshine of Your Love, Cream
6. White Room, Cream
7. Riders On the Storm, The Doors
8. Light My Fire, The Doors
9. The low Spark of high Heeled Boys, Traffic
10. Angie, The Rolling Stones
11. Beast of Burden, The Rolling Stones
12. Oye Como Va, Santana
13. Black Magic Woman, Santana
14. Wooden Ships, Crosby, Stills & Nash
15. Suite: Judy Blue Eyes, Crosby, Stills & Nash
16. Nights in White Satin, The Moody Blues
17. I'm Just a Singer (In a Rock and Roll Band), The Moody Blues

Neo Soul, Ahhh!
1. I Can Change, John Legend
2. Number One, John Legend
3. Alright, John Legend
4. Stay, Brian McKnight
5. Stay Or Let It Go, Brian McKnight
6. Shall We Begin, Brian McKnight
7. How Come You Don't Call Me, Alicia Keys
8. Fallin', Alicia Keys
9. Save Room, John Legend
10. Ordinary People, John Legend
11. Funky for You, Jill Scott, Common & Bilal
12. God Bless the Child, Jill Scott
13. Minutes to Sunrise, Jill Scott & Common
14. Love Rain (Head Nod Mix) [Featuring Mos Def], Jill Scott
15. Bone 2 Pic (Wit U), Angie Stone
16. Just A Pimp, Angie Stone
17. Black Diamonds, Angie Stone
18. Next Lifetime, Erykah Badu
19. Rimshot (Intro), Erykah Badu
20. Georgy Porgy, Eric Benét
21. Dust In The Wind, Eric Benét
22. Loving Your Best Friend, Eric Benét
23. Can't Be Messing Around, Craig David
24. Fill Me In, Craig David
25. Promises, India.Arie
26. Strength, Courage, & Wisdom, India.Arie
27. Wonderful, India.Arie
28. Feel like making love, D'Angelo
29. When We Get By, D'Angelo

Blue Monday
1. Dreamin' Amos Lee
2. The Nearness of You, Dr. John
3. Woman I Love, J.J. Cale
4. Magnolia, J.J. Cale
5. After Midnight, J.J. Cale
6. River Runs Deep, J.J. Cale
7. A Song for You, Leon Russell
8. Things Have Changed, Bob Dylan
9. Blackbird, Dionne Farris
10. Find Your Way, Dionne Farris
11. A Child With The Blues, Erykah Badu
12. The Sweetest Thing, The Refugee Camp All-Stars & Lauryn Hill
13. Images, Nina Simone
14. In The Morning,Nina Simone
15. I Shall Be Released, Nina Simone
16. Suzanne, Nina Simone
17. Feeling Good, Nina Simone
18. Summertime, Nina Simone
19. Dance Me to the End of love, Leondard Cohen


Sunday, April 12, 2009

Playing for Change

Playing For Change is a global movement for peace through sharing music. One love. Peace. Beautiful.

"Playing For Change: Peace Through Music" available soon on iTunes and on CD/DVD on 4.28.09 everywhere music is sold.
About some of this music:
"From the award-winning documentary, 'Playing For Change: Peace Through Music', comes an incredible rendition of the legendary Bob Marley song "One Love" with Keb' Mo' and Manu Chao. This is the third video from the documentary and a follow up to the classic "Stand By Me" and the incredible "Don't Worry." Released in celebration of Bob Marley's birthday on February 6th, this tribute to the legend is performed by musicians around the world adding their part to the song as it traveled the globe."

Talkin' 'Bout a Revolution


One love



Don't Worry



Stand By Me








Saturday, April 11, 2009

Keep Dora Exploring!

Our beloved Dora and the "new model."


You know who I'm talking about. She's short, brown, spunky, Latina, bilingual. She has a sidekick named Boots, serious support from Map, Backpack, her cousin Diego, and a loving extended family. She is an adventure girl who cares about the rain forest (and the snowy forest), plays sports, and likes to solve problems and help people.

Dora the Explorer.

NOT Dora-what-color-headband-should-I-wear-with-my-dress.

Yet that's exactly what Nickelodeon and Mattel plan to do with our plucky heroine -- girlie her up to appeal to "an older demographic" of girls. Those vulnerable "tweens" leaving little girlhood and careening towards adolescence.

In an article in the April 11 Star Tribune, Kristin Tollefson says:
[The new Dora] is older, and her interests have shifted dramatically -- from travel and adventure to clothes and shopping. You can plug her into your computer to change her fashions, hair and eye color. Based on the new Dora, it appears that as girls age, they go from being intrepid, bilingual adventurers to superficial shopaholics.
I love Dora exactly because she is not about all that. She holds her own in a sea of Barbies and Bratz. She is a regular girl who is brave and bold, likes adventure, and cares about the world. Dora is not about how she looks (though how she looks is its own huge message). Dora is about what she does.

We need Dora. For every one message girls get about "being" there are 100,000 messages girls about "looks." One Dora for every 100,000 Barbies.
One Ellen Degeneres for every 100,000 Paris Hiltons. You get my drift.

I'm not alone in my outrage. When Nickelodeon and Mattel announced the "new" Dora last March, there was such outrage from parents that they reworked the new image to be a little less "trampy" and a little more like a school-age girl. But still.

This is the first "rollout" of the "new" Dora
Let Dora grow up Dora. Don't send yet another message to our girls that the journey from girl to woman means putting away your moxie -- that being rough and tumble and "free to be" is just child's play, and that a woman's work is to color coordinate her wardrobe, shop til you drop, and ultimately to back that ass up and show us what you're working with.

Update 4/30/09 More on Dora:

Renee from Womanist's Musings has a great post: Dora the Explore Matters to Boys

Great image of the lame attempts at a Dora makeover from Alas, A Blog's post Dora the Explorer's Makeover:


From Embrace your age cause you livin'!

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Queer Voices: A Reading of GLBT Writers & Friends --April 22



Sherry Quan Lee, Ann Freeman, Lori Young-Williams
 
I've never doing a reading from my blog before so this is exciting!

Intermedia Arts in partnership with Hamline University 
presents 

Queer Voices: A Reading of GLBT Writers & Friends 
hosted by curators Andrea Jenkins and John Medeiros 

Wednesday, April 22, 2009, 7:00 p.m.

Hamline University
1536 Hewitt Avenue
Giddens Learning Center, 100E
St. Paul, Minnesota 55104

LORI YOUNG-WILLIAMS is a prose poet born in St. Paul. She comes from a working class family that believes in laughter, crying, and praying when times are good, bad or otherwise. She received her degree in Human Relationships with an emphasis in family relationships from the University of Minnesota, and works a 9-5 job in Human Resources and Finance, though her passion is her writing. Most of her poetry is about her family—family relationships and how they impact her life. She has been published in Interrace magazine, the Turtle River Press, the National Library of Poetry, Quill Books, Dust & Fire. She has self-published two chapbooks, and has read in various bookstores, coffee shops, and spoken word events throughout the Twin Cities. Lori recently was accepted as a participant for the Givens Black Writers Retreat, with Sonja Sanchez and Carolyn Holbrook.

ANN FREEMAN is an artist, writer, connector, wannabe DJ, mother, grandmother, queer girl, whitegirl in an otherwise brown family, and still dancing after all these years. She is an infrequent yet enthusiastic performer in the Twin Cities art scene. She will be reading from her blog, Embrace Your Age ‘Cause You Livin’! Ann is an interloper in tonight's reading. She is totally queer, once thought she was straight, but has never been narrow.

SHERRY QUAN LEE, author of Chinese Blackbird, 2002 (“an underground favorite”), and How to Write a Suicide Note, 2008, approaches writing as a community resource and as culturally based art of an ordinary everyday practical aesthetic. Currently she is the Program Associate for the Split Rock Arts Program summer workshops and the Online Mentoring for Writers Program at the University of Minnesota where she also earned her MFA in Creative Writing. Recently retired from ten years of teaching Creative Writing at Metropolitan State University, Sherry Quan Lee continues to mentor and teach community writing workshops. She was a first year participant of Cave Canem, a writing retreat for Black poets, and previously curated cabaret performances and edited journal anthologies for the Asian American Renaissance.

For more information, call 651-523-2047

The GLBT Reading Series, presented by Intermedia Arts and Hamline University, celebrates the rich diversity of queer voices that make up the Twin Cities community of writers, readers, and their audiences, offering public readings by both emerging and established local writers and poets.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Bootylicious is a state of mind

Below is a poem I wrote and performed numerous times between ages 48-50. I am dancing into 53 in a couple of weeks and still shakin’ that ass, shakin’ that ass, so it seemed worth a post!

Bootylicious is a state of mind

Here I stand
Facing down fifty

A grandma already

My body long past nubile honey baby
Give me some of your sugar girl

My breasts are gone –
But so’s the cancer thank the goddess

My hips widen year by year
I march up the pants size
Six
Eight
Ten
Twelve….
Who knows where this adventure will end?

My ass sags down and down some more
Lines on my face
And jowls
Jowls?!

My body redefining itself
Road warrior

Been there
Done that
Proud
Still here

I never thought I was a pretty girl
And used to be afraid to
Wear it
Dance it
Throw it out there

I worried that you’d laugh at me

Who does she think she is?
Bumping her grind
Shaking that ass
She can hardly keep a beat
And definitely she is not fine

But do you know what the problem was?

That was my perception of me
And I gave it to you on a silver platter
To believe

And you did.

But times have changed

Today I am dancing in the tropical swirl of my own sexiness
Oozing

My party… you can come if you’d like
It’s on my terms now.

Bootylicious is a state of mind

Mmm Mmm Mmm

Here I go, here I go, here I go again
Work it, baby work it, baby work it

I’m not your average girl on the video
But who is? C’mon now

Yes it’s getting hot in here
Erotic city can’t U see
I’m loving my own self
Independently

You can watch if you please

I know I miss a beat or two
And my dance style is nothing but original

But I can see
That you indeed do like
To look at me

On occasion
Younger, prettier women will ask me
What is it?
Give me a clue to your energy

It’s simple, I say

Bootylicious is a state of mind

Maya Angelou says:

It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash in my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.

Oh yes
Oh yes
Oh yes

Bootylicious is a state of mind

And
I
Am
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