Like this:

“I don’t like to make 99 cent songs…”

Contrary to what you may be thinking at this point, I didn’t decide to write this blog to big up Erykah Badu’s new joint (although I am pretty damn psyched about it). I wanted to post this video because of the first line she spoke in it. A lot of people talk shit about Erykah and her infrequent album releases, so when she says, “I don’t like to make 99 cent songs,” I felt her on an astral level.

I am a writer. The last time I posted anything on this blog was December 19. It is now March 25. During this three month hiatus, a lot has transpired; I’ve shaken off those winter blues that plague some of us, I have dropped everything to relocate to the mountains of North Carolina in order to elevate my healing, and I am seeing myself in ways that I never allowed myself to in the past. I’m releasing guilt that I’ve felt about not writing, and I’m writing again. At least I’m writing again.

I don’t like to write shit just to be able to say that I have written. This is largely why I haven’t published a book yet. I seek to create masterpieces in the works that I choose to present to the world; this is my legacy we’re talking about.

So anyway, I just say this to say, as I’m healing, I can see now why it has been inappropriate for me to engage in the projects that I’ve pondered or began during the past year. I can see that I haven’t been prepared to make them masterpieces because I have been severely wounded both spiritually and emotionally.

But I am healing.

And you know what else? I miss Atlanta; Black bourgeois and all.

I googled "atlanta black people" and found this photo by Carla Lopez.. betta ask somebody..

E.