Kesha Says Part. 11

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“Dear Corporate,”

“Some Things Will Never Change”

Being a woman in the corporate world reminds me at times of how “SOME” view affirmative action. We’re just filling up a quota. It’s like that saying goes, “I’m not a racist! I have one ethnic friend or I’m not sexist! I have a girl that runs my administrative stuff. News flash, if you can quantify it, you ARE IT.

Let’s leave the intelligence, strategizing, analyzing and problem solving to the boys. You know, just sit around and look pretty, why don’t ya?diversify the room a bit. The objective is to sell the illusion that we’re ALL inclusive.

Some things will NEVER change. I’m proud to be called woman, I’m proud of our advancements, but sad for the young women and girls of the future, with even an ounce of ambition to climb the corporate ladder. You’ve got your work cut out for you.

I now have a better understanding why some sleep their way to the top, un-hook that extra button or wear those skirts a bit shorter or tighter. They get up there faster than the rest of us.

Be encouraged, Be determined, refuse to bend your laurels, Be stern, Be fearless, but whatever you do:

DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED

It’s what they want.

Kesha Says… Written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

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Anywhere But Here

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“Anywhere But Here…”

 

 

Like a feather I glide, aimlessly towards a destination unknown, once again seduced by the tantalizing allure of the wind,

 

To fate I surrender,

 

Free as a bird I beseech these wings to take flight, to “A” destination.

 

Anywhere but behind these eyes constantly submerged in tears,

 

Anywhere but amongst the lack luster rhythmical beat of this lonely heart,

 

Anywhere but this dilapidated lodge, with it’s half lit flashing vacant sign, and it’s disclaimer that love has never earnestly resided, between it’s wall, not without pretense, or disguised with its moniker “revenge.”

 

Anywhere but here, where desperation breeds brainwashing; Formulation of fantasies becomes much more desirable than reality.

 

Reality is, it’s only in her fantasies that he loves her, desires her and needs her like she wished.

 

Oh wind! Take me away, Take me away, anywhere but here.

 

 

“Anywhere But Here…” Was written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Kesha Says Part. 10

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“Dear Authority…,”

 

 

Respect authority, I do

 

Fear authority, I absolutely refuse.

 

There’s a reason why I’m not intimidated; have qualms engaging, debating and or challenging (that false sense of security)….I meant authority. It’s because:

 
 
 

I know who I am,
I know from whence I came
I know to whom I belong
I know who orders my steps

 

 

See, I render to Caesar that which is his;

 

But these knees will only buckle, head will only bow, unequivocal reverence only given to the King of ALL Kings!

 
 

Jehovah Jireh my provider!

 

Jehovah Rapha my healer!

 

Jehovah Nissi my banner!

 

Jehovah Rohi my shepherd!

 

 

So! Unless, you:

 

A. Knew my name before I was in my mother’s womb,
B. Can control the hour of my soul’s flight;
C. Can add one cubit of hair to my crown;

 

I suggest you get thee behind me lucifer;

 

I don’t have time for you nor your lies……

 

 

Kesha Says… Written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Humble…

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“Humble…”

 

 

The higher you climb in stature the more humble you should become, because the only place from up is down…

 

Question is,  will your down be a fall or scenic tour back to the root of the success tree?

 

Will your descent be cushioned by the arms of those who in their own way fueled your engine as your propeller oscillated; as you took flight?

 

Or will you hear rounds of applause as the cushions part way like the Red Sea, watching you fall, freely?

 

For me, humility is and will always be my  bedfellow.

 

 

“Humble…” Was written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Kesha Says Part. 9

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“Dear friends…,”

 

 

If you’re not losing friends, you’re not growing.

 

If you’re pondering on this for more than two seconds, it means someone has recently dropped you and you’re now realizing it.

 

That’s explains it…..

 

 

Kesha Says… Written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Kesha Says Part. 8

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“Dear You…,”

 

 

Disgusted by the system, you argue it must be changed, So in debt to a financial institution you became; pursuing validation of your intelligence from an educational establishment (institution), was the first indication that your soul was gradually being sold to the same system you were cursing.

 

Degree in hand, you’ve now been validated by an institution, equipped with the tools to fix the ailing system (institution).

 

Bright eyed and exuding innovative ideas, You go out into the educational, public and corporate system, Only to be told on day one, that in this system, this is how we do things around here. Status Quo……so you better go with the flow, if you expect to survive and pay back that debt you owe.

 

 

Kesha Says… Written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Fading

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“Fading…”

 

 

Gradually fading, I’m losing myself,
Trapped in a kaleidoscope, where
reflections of reality significantly contrasts the intricately collaged fantasies in my head.
Life is sweet, but daydreaming, feels better.
Ignoring the signs, that each time I close my eyes, I return one DNA less,
Yet still I give in, to the allure; and slowly drift into REM.

 

In this lightest state of sleep; lies my inception and demise.
Tough exterior shed, I relinquish power.
Contorting into intricately crafted molds,
Submissive I’ve become to the reign.
The deeper I drift, the darker it gets, sadistically intrigued I’ve become.
No sign of my thoughts or my feelings left. Just a shell..

 

This time the adventure was different,
I could hear me, whisper in my ear, and I heeded.
Wake Up Girl! It’s OK…that you love enough to sacrifice “I” for “us”, chiseling away at the surface, in
preparation of a rebirth.
Cutting off strings….
But…..where’s your sacrifice thus?
I don’t see no chips falling from that wood carving.
No compromising, just mind games,
Where’s “his” sacrifice for “we”?

 

Yes! Fantasies out glamours reality,
But beneath every fantasy is a reality.
Reality is, if it were meant to be,
I wouldn’t have to sleep to experience it in my dreams…

 

 

“Fading…” Was written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Faith in Motion

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“Faith in Motion…”

 

 

I may not have my dream job
But I suit up like I’ve already got it.
I may not be on Forbes top 100
But I budget these few nickels and dimes; in preparation of maintaining it; when my cup finally runneth over.
I may have had many a broken heart
But I’m still a hopeless romantic.
I may not yet; have off-springs
But I’m unconditionally loving the ones around me; in preparation of that blessing.
I may not be where I’ve dreamt of being
But I walk daily in the direction of my vision.
I may not view the cup before me as half full or half empty
But I see it as a glass needing to be emptied in order to be refilled.
Besides, who the heck want someone’s left over water?
Not I……

 

The moral of this story is:
How bad do you really want it if you can’t already envision yourself with it?….

 

 

Faith in Motion… Was written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2013, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Kesha Says Part. 7

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“Dear John…”

 

 

I am all that you say I am…..and more. It’s unfortunate it took so much time for you to notice……IT

 

But thanks for the apology….I gues-s-s-s! Clearly you’re still the master of flattery.

 

Where shall I begin and end?
Bygones have been bygones, you’ve been too cocky to notice IT
You see, a sculptor could never repulse her work of art,
So I watch you, from a distance hanging on that empty museum wall, admirer after admirer, but no substantial bidders.
Secretly I gloat at the thought, that for me; you wouldn’t have needed to auction yourself off…..because dollar signs has never propel my agenda.

 

But those same bygones have forced me to move one….
Roles switched, now I’m the muse to a sculptor, molding and perfecting me with every flick of his wrist,
Into an upgraded version of the damaged edition…..you corrupted.

 

So the next time we cross paths, I’ll still flash that smile that once melted your heart…….as you said, but now tears it instead.

 

Secretly, I hope you drown in the river of tears you caused me to shed……Pardon moi; I’m still a work in progress.

 

Sincerely,
Bygones

 

 

Kesha Says… Written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2013, All Rights Reserved.

 

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Tell Me

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“Tell Me…”

 

 

Tell me you love me; I need to hear it.
Rolling off the tip of your tongue, my ears desire; is to caress it.
Tell me how beautiful you think I am; because my insecurities just wouldn’t let me acknowledge it.
In a world full of sensory exhibits; of the mold I should fit in; remind me what your eyes behold; is what matters ultimately, what your heart sees in me; cannot be masked by a makeup kit.

 

Tell me how perfect my imperfections are, How corny but cute my jokes are; when I cluelessly miss the punch line, yet heartily laugh without care.
Tell me you love that I dance to the rhythm of my own drum, although off kilter to those beats at times.
Tell me that you love; that I love you without shame, care or fear of rejection.

 

In a room filled with deafening chatter, I quietly await that moment, when you tell me you love me, in all my complexities.

 

Tell me you love me, I need to hear it….

 

 

Tell Me… Was written By: Yekesha Lambert Frederick © Copyright Musiqplug 2013, All Rights Reserved.

 

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