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Exclusively
I’m really feeling this song today….
Been around the world, seen a lot of pretty girls
But you’re the only one for me, yeah
I’m happy with my choice, and a lot of back and forth
I want your love exclusively, you and me
You and me one on one
We can have a lot of fun lovin’ in a first degree
I, I want, I want you
Why can’t we see the love, you and I can be as one
Quality time you and I, in the top of the crown
You’re the the only one on the top if my list, the only one
I bet you by now, you’re naked
(I bet you, I bet you)
Oh and your love is good when you lick it
So good to me, so damn good to me
You got me hangin’ upside down and I?ve been around
I think you should know by now
Been around the world, seen a lot of pretty girls
But you’re the only one for me, yeah
I’m happy with my choice and a lot of back and forth
I want your love exclusively, you and me
You and me one on one, we can have a lot of fun
Lovin’ in a first degree, lovin’ and lovin’
I, I want, I want you
Take my hand and follow my lead
Yeah, follow me, got you givin? lovin’ on me, yeah
Each and every time you rub your fingers down my spine
You send chills through my body and you blow my mind
(Blow my mind)
And I bet you by now, you’re really thinkin’
(Bet you by now)
Oh, can he be serious, see your type of lovin’ is dangerous
I can’t get enough, I can’t get enough
Said, I’ve been around the world, seen a lot of pretty girls
But you’re the only one for me, yeah
I’m happy with my choice and a lot of back and forth
I want your love exclusively, you and me
You and me one on one
We can have a lot of fun lovin’ in a first degree
I, I want, I want you
Been around the world
(And I seen a lot of things in my life)
I’m happy with my choice
(I made the right decision, yes I did)
You and me, you and me 1 on 1
You and me together
I, I want, I want you
Seen a lot of girls
Been around the world
I’m happy with my choice
Want your love exclusively
Want your love exclusively
Want your love exclusively
Want your love exclusively
Want your love exclusively
Want your love exclusively
I, I want, I want you
I, I want, I want you
I, I want, I want you
I want your love exclusively
Journey to Me: Entry #13
Entry #13 (click here to read entry #12)
To escape the madness of my life, I went to church as much as I could with my god-mother, who I will call Precious. I spent countless hours learning the Bible, doing stuff around the church…just whatever I could do to prevent me from being in that house. My god-mother was my savior. She and I initially became acquainted at church…she was my Sunday school teacher and for some reason, she and I because very close. The more I got to know her, the more I loved her. I loved her with all my heart…more than any other grown up in my life at the time. Precious was different than anyone I had ever known. She worked a great job. She and her husband owned a home. She had nice things…very nice things. She didn’t have kids of her own, so she took me as her daughter. She did everything for me…it was as if she was put on this earth to mold me into the person that I was to become. She exposed me to things that I would not have otherwise known about. She would go out of her way to make sure that I had what I needed and even the things that I wanted. She taught me to be a lady and what a real woman did. She read to me. She cooked for me. She cried with me. She prayed with me. She knew everything about me and didn’t judge me. She showed me that despite the hand I had been dealt, I could live and happy and healthy life but it was all up to me to do so. This woman became my mother…my second mother.
My aunt of course despised the relationship I had with my Precious. She would do her best to prevent me from spending time with her. She said that Precious was trying to make me her child, because she didn’t have any of her own. She hated the fact that this lady was giving me more than my own blood relatives gave me. Funny thing is that I told my Precious how my aunt bashed her, but when she saw her face to face, she was smiling and laughing like nothing was wrong. Precious would always say that she wasn’t worried about it, but that she would just pray for my aunt. I was always moved by her humility. This woman made the biggest impression on me, so much so that I begin to model my life after hers. My aunt did not like this and made life hard for me because I choose to elevate myself above what she was offering. This was the beginning of a long hard road with my aunt.
Aquarius.Soul © 2011
Journey to Me: Entry #7
Entry #7 (Click here to read Entry #6)
After my mom and Willie ended their relationship, we began to struggle financially again. We ended up moving into government housing and receiving government assistance. Our lives virtually changed overnight. My dad was a total deadbeat and never really helped my mother in raising us…at least not in the ways he should have. Every weekend, my mom would have friends over and they would play cards, drink and listen to music late into the night. While this was going on, my brother and I were banished to the back bedroom. Most of the time I would end up in the front of the house with the adults and because they had been drinking, they wouldn’t make me leave. So I was able to see what they were up to. Back in those days…well at least in my house, the most the adults would do is drink and smoke weed and at times I saw this stuff with my own eyes. Fortunately, it didn’t influence me to go out and try drugs in any way. I think this was because my mother was very open and honest with me about everything, including drugs.
Although I wasn’t influenced by the things that happened in my house, my overall environment wasn’t the best by today’s standards. Despite all the fun it looked like my mom was having; there were still the abrupt changes that we experienced. Having to go from living in a house to living in a government apartment was major; in addition to all of the other things we had to give up. All of these negative changes affected my attitude towards EVERYTHING. I stopped enjoying school and started missing a lot of days, which caused me to be left behind that year. I befriended the worst kids. I experimented with smoking and sex…all of this by the age of 14. While dealing with all of this, the thoughts of my rape still loomed in the back of mind; causing me to be shy and somewhat of a recluse.
We lived in these government apartments for about 2 years and my mother continued to struggle to provide for my brother and I. There were times when our lights would get disconnected or the gas would get cut off. I saw my mother put her pride aside and go to places to seek assistance in paying her bills. There were also times where she would go to food banks and get free groceries for our household. I saw her struggle to make sure we were taken care of. My dad was a sucker and didn’t do jack shit to really help her. $50 here and there was all he did during those days. My grandmother (dad’s mom) always bought my brother and I clothes and shoes…so were never without. As an adult, I applaud my mother because I know she did her best with what she had…but as a 14 year old girl, I hated her and I hated the situation that I thought she put us in. Our relationship was strained and difficult… I talked back to her and she whipped my ass…but I did it anyway. I was stubborn and prideful…and I did everything that I thought I could do to hurt my mothers feelings because after all…the situation we were in was all her fault right?
Aquarius.Soul ©2009
