A life string of Music

I was raised on Anita Baker listening to her apologies,

While Marvin Gaye was wondering what was going on,

Trying to feel that sexual healing by getting it on the mic to my radio waves.

See music was introduced to me as a classy melody,
Only dating monarchs and cheating with Mozart;

Then in my high school years,
She turned into a bodily boomboxed vixen that got it into Biggie,

Spitting them hardcore 16 bars near the corner store,

where Mariah picked her up and turned her into a beautiful Butterfly.

She’s the soundtrack of my life,
The only track I couldn’t remix or break up with for that fact;

Fresh memories of my first kiss,
And “till the end of the road” roaming in the back of my head

Losing my edge like Radiohead.

Then I realized I was superbad,

But that was because I had soul like James Brown

Sliding across that stage like a rolling curtain that could’nt be contained,

Unshackled proud citizen of Soulville with my cool self.

Music then became my Rhythm N’ Blues acquaintance
That I reminisce my first intimate moment with,

She was right there with me playing foreplay vibes at every touch and breath of unconscious pleasure,

Discovering a whole new world of forbidden intimacy with a tint of slow jammin.

Music is that Sunday morning gospel holy spiritualness,

That made PINK feel like God was the DJ, life was the dancefloor and she was the music.

Music is my life orchestra, the notes in which my story is being written in,

The continuity of what is promised to be legendary.

I am music; music is me, a perfect Symphony.

By,

Gael  K.Somayire.

A dollar is not just a dollar.

I live on a dollar bill and George Washington is my witness for he is my pockets favorite,

Not that I am spoiled for choice in my presidents since the one I want to hold in bunches is Benjamin,

Loaded on ten’s of stacks building up like a mountain and at the sight of it we all wish to climb it.

I walk around with singles not equal to a ten-spot far from making a gold digger reach her G-Spot,

But I know my buck is equivalent to a 4/5 of a big Mac in Manila,

It ain’t no thriller but it will sure be a killer to that pain in my stomach.

A dollar is not just a dollar and I acknowledge it as such,

Since a dollar define's a certain stage in life for each one of us;

Mine showcase my current state of “wanna be baller, shot caller”

On the uprising like a good credit slowly gaining points,

Looking for an approval that, I deserve more than what I have in my account.

A dollar is not just a dollar,

It is a gun shooting a revolution of Will,

Pushing me to the limit of capitalizing on my abilities to cash in,

Living that “big pimpin” life like I am Don King, 

Promoting a fight for financial success.

A dollar is not just a dollar,

It is a horn that screams hope, saving lives, buying rice to annihilate the nation of starvation,

Bulking up a government founds for a brighter future, the promise of a better tomorrow lacking sorrow.

A dollar is not just a dollar,

Today I might be dealing with Washington,

but I am shortly expecting to tie the knot with Benjamin,

For my better tomorrow.