Jhene Aiko Playlist: Flawed Beauty


“On nights like this, I ride
Turn the music up to keep from crying
Wait ’til that sunshine
Please don’t let the darkness keep me low
Halfway to the home base, yeah
Like a field trip, woah
It’s a real trip”
-Jhene Aiko
Trip ft. Mali



How does music make you feel? Music flows through my veins like blood. Without it, I find myself unable to function. Sometimes, I need to release myself of my own thoughts. Music is a form of meditation allowing us to live through all walks of life.

Music doesn’t discriminate whether it’s Country, Hip-Hop, Blues/Soul, Rock N Roll, Pop, Afro-Latino/Reggaeton or Alternative.

Jhene Aiko’s music allows me to feel that it’s okay to be a flawed human with scars. Because even our scars tell unexplained stories that our mouths are unable to utter. This particular song, Trip ft. Mali Music, speaks volumes! It tells a story of a flawed human who goes through transformations of love, pain, and life:

Love burns slowly.
Life throws us for a loop where we become confused to why things happen or the affect of the weighted obstacle.

I think it’s safe to say that we all question life, but the path of understanding is the root to survive. We go on trips of life. Where does our path really lead? Though, I am flawed…I am beautiful through all my mistakes.

Every interpretation is different. Listen to it and comment how it made you feel? I’d love to hear your thoughts.



I had to kill that part in me that held me back
It was only the beginning of the end
Clouds grew 50 shades of grey
Audacious dreams filled the wanderlust air shoves
This unpublished duty led me to your reigns
Across oceans of you, there was a drop of me
I just needed you to save my fragile beauty
From myself

Photo Cred: Me
©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019

80’s Park


“Back in the day, when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore. But, some days I sit and wish I was a kid again.”

*Baby you can do it, take your time, do it right, we can do it babyyy…do it tonight, take your…timeeeee*

Ahhh! Take me back to the brownstones and corner-store cigarette professors preaching that same jungle fever on how to survive in this unimaginably world we live in. The birth of hip-hop and the land of the youth, Harlem. I left my heart in that time though life moved on. I couldn’t escape the block parties with chicks double dutching in Denim parachutes and Chuck Taylor’s savoring soft serves on a crispy Sunday noon. Even the fellas couldn’t stop swag-dripping in their Pontac’s.


Where did time go? If only I could *Squeeze ya, don’t tease ya…I’d never leave ya* slow dancing under the timeless hour with *Just a little tenderness.* I missed my memory. Uptown. Swings singing, ears ringing, waves jumping, birds whispering sweet love confessions over the sun. *Ice Ice baby* We rocked the mic until Momma cried wolf. *Momma gon knock you out!*

Even a Tribe called Quest told Naughty by Nature no more Drama…It was a family affair hosted by the neighborhood’s finest, Mary J. Culture. Unity. ef565a85a40308f687494a94400bb410.jpg

Take me back…

“Back in the day, when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore. But, some days I sit and wish I was a kid again.”-Ahmad


Don’t Shoot


Momma told me to come down for dinner
I was laying on the moon
Give me two seconds Momma for I am not ready to rest
“Baby girl, it’s time to come in, I will not ask you again”
Just once, I disobeyed
I sat on the moon while the world stood at my foot
Aching in sorrow of today’s generation
Momma, I’m not ready to come down, I like it up here
For I no longer wore poker faces
Feared attractive lies
I was free of enslavement
I bathed in orchids of the sun
I was free of enslavement
I played with the children of Venus
Ate ice cream with the Martians
I was free of enslavement
Momma, I like it here, no one disappears from bullets
I just want to live on the moon
“I promise to let you go back up after dinner”
I’ll come down, Momma
I’ll come down
But, only if they don’t shoot.

Photo Cred: Me
©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019