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I’m a freelance human.

It’s been two years since I’ve blogged on my site.  Two years.  Let’s make a toast to consistency shall we?

So much has come and gone within this time frame and I’m so blessed to be alive and well… and aware that I fucked up.  Given that it’s been such a long stretch of time since I’ve last checked in, I’ll take the opportunity now to refresh everyone on what this blog is all about and what to look forward to in the upcoming weeks.

“Hi, I’m Cherokee, formally known as, Cherokee The Lyricist.  I’m a Hip Hop Soul artist originally from Brooklyn, NY, and raised in Ft. Lauderdale, FL.  I enjoy living my life on my terms which include but is not limited to: making music, writing, thrifting, annoying my boyfriend, avoiding major responsibilities, and sleeping on the beach, I meant, meditating on the beach.  Yes, you guessed it, I’m a liberated-spirit and pride myself on that as well.  I figured writing a blog would help me to stay connected to my tribe while also purging my mind of the continuous and at times daunting thoughts that never seem to go away unless I really need them.  I’m a freelance human.  I wander through life as a carefree butterfly pitching on the flowers in the garden of uncertainty.  (I’m really having fun with this lol)

In short, I missed  you guys.  Consistency for me has been a struggle because my mind is something that from time-to-time I lose control of, am I crazy? To society? Maybe. Am I human? To me? Sometimes. But I am sure of one thing and one thing only, and that it’s my purpose to simply, BE.  The moment I started allowing myself to simply, BE, I remembered this blog, my responsibility and my purpose.  Sometimes we try so hard to BE more and end up losing focus forgetting that we’re supposed to simply, BE.  (That sounded hella deep in my head when I thought of it, on paper not so much).

I appreciate the tribe for holding out for me, for believing in me, for encouraging me and understanding that in this life the only thing that’s certain is knowing that nothing is certain.  Expect a couple blogs a week from me, expect updates on new music and poetry from me, and expect most importantly, the unexpected. 

Love and light,

Cherokee

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That’s Some Selfish Shit.

I told him I was lacking inspiration. I had nothing to write about even though I had everything to write about.  Nothing in my mind was good enough to be put on paper because I wasn’t satisfied with my life.  I was unsettled and ungrateful.  Here I was overlooking the beautiful transformation that I asked my creator for because it wasn’t wrapped in a pretty package.  I was taking my own life for granted because it wasn’t bestowed on me in the way that I ordered it. And if it were given to me in that manner I wouldn’t be living it at all…I’d still be taking it for granted.  My inspiration is my hardship and in the bellow of everything that I don’t understand right away.

I looked myself in the mirror trying to figure out what in the hell am I supposed to be doing? Writing pissed me off, not writing pissed me off, people pissed me off, and I pissed me off for being pissed off in the 1st place.  I was annoyed with life because I was annoyed with me for not knowing what to do.  The woman with all the answers for everyone else couldn’t find one answer for herself.  Indecisive. Undecided because no answer was good enough for me so doing nothing seemed like the easiest thing to do…which worked out to be most spiritually fatal… doing nothing.  That’s some selfish shit. Forgetting myself because I didn’t know what to do with myself lol and in turn I was making myself miserable.  Change requires a whole lot of soul searching and self realization.  It requires facing the facts…aka facing the truth.

Inspiration is in everything…it’s in the melody of my 7am alarm entitled, “Live Life Cherokee!” It’s within the awkward silence of a much needed conversation between two strangers, within the hazy fog of weed smoke exhaled by a tight knit of homies on a Sunday morning, within a shrilling cry for help to the creator for deliverance, within the 6th bar of the 2nd verse to a song with no chorus, within the front row of a rowdy crowd in a rundown club with no liquor license lol, within a mother’s prayer, a father’s neglect, a friend’s lack of loyalty, within a new flame, within a distant memory… It’s everywhere. 🙂

~The Lyricist

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