the girl who sings
Hi I’m Akilah. I don’t know who I am anymore. I used to be like hey I’m a singer. In fact, my whole life I was known as the girl who sings but I tried not to ever be too defined by that. I kinda tried too hard to not be defined by it, which is sort of counter intuitive I guess, why wouldn’t you want to be defined by something you’re really good at? Probably selfish reasons, like knowing you’re destined for greatness yet clinging to normalcy while barreling forward to greatness at the same time. I suppose I’m on a journey to figuring out who I am, who I’ve been and I know some people have watched me for a long time. To y’all I say wassup. Whether you like me or not there’s something about me that keeps you watching. My voice keeps you around. Well my voice is about to pop off. To those new to my voice that’s cool too. Welcome to a wild ride lol.
I used to write in a diary coming up. Had some of my best thoughts in there. Ever feel like you ran out of thoughts? Yeah I’m like in that space. All my creative juices were squeezed fresh into tall glass before life came and spilled it out. I’m mad that I’m still writing this. I used to be so known for my voice. Not only my singing voice but about the things I had to say. Now I feel like somewhere along the way I lost myself and everyone who’s heard me now has all the pieces of me that it takes to put me together. But where is everyone? I left so much of myself with the world, that when it came time to reflect back to myself I was empty. There was nothing to look at. Now I’m here asking me and anyone who’ll answer who am I? Excuse me sir, have you seen me? Who am I? Yes you met me here and there! Who am I? Who am I? Well I don’t know. I guess I’ve been trying to figure that out my whole life, but at least I can say the picture is getting clearer.
Stay blessed,
Akilah, the girl who sings
I used to write in a diary coming up. Had some of my best thoughts in there. Ever feel like you ran out of thoughts? Yeah I’m like in that space. All my creative juices were squeezed fresh into tall glass before life came and spilled it out. I’m mad that I’m still writing this. I used to be so known for my voice. Not only my singing voice but about the things I had to say. Now I feel like somewhere along the way I lost myself and everyone who’s heard me now has all the pieces of me that it takes to put me together. But where is everyone? I left so much of myself with the world, that when it came time to reflect back to myself I was empty. There was nothing to look at. Now I’m here asking me and anyone who’ll answer who am I? Excuse me sir, have you seen me? Who am I? Yes you met me here and there! Who am I? Who am I? Well I don’t know. I guess I’ve been trying to figure that out my whole life, but at least I can say the picture is getting clearer.
Stay blessed,
Akilah, the girl who sings
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