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.

Open Letter

IMG_5856A breeze delivered a linen silk letter sealed with a kiss of Chanel 45
Strange clouds raised upon this open invitation
I could smell the white diamond hidden within the choice of pearls written in blue ink
It had to be her
The last memory remained stranded in the gloss of fires, I lost sight
I felt my knees buckle in the midst of this holy heart
Somewhere in this letter, time went left and I went right
My satisfaction suffered in bliss
I took a sip of the inevitable habits that haunted my growth
It was my secret
I rested in the presence of memorial lies
I struggled in my nights of glory only to be reborn of these remedies I sought
My drops fell onto this linen tree
I honored my rewritten journey’s
I knew it was her, Time

Photo Cred: Me
©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019