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I’ll be 18 at Midnight.

topmodelDreaming is my escape from reality.  There’s a part of me that’s on the other end of the globe exploring and experiencing and then there’s the part of me that’s still here. I spent years asking myself, “Am I a grown-up yet?” Lol What the hell does it even mean to be a grown-up? The answer to the question is never clear but I somehow managed to be categorized as such.  I remember the year I graduated from high school; I sat on the patio of my apartment staring at things until they became blurred in vision in a heroic attempt to hold on to every moment; I wanted to be so aware of the moment and its coinciding timestamp.   I was fascinated with life, in the moment.  It was as if every living thing that came into view had a chance at life for a 2nd time.  Time became so much more important to me and graduation was really a mechanism that stood for transformation.  The sky was golden, the sun rays beamed gently over the entire landscape causing me to sit in the shade with a partial squint. The breeze was warm and for the first time ever, I felt a sense of carelessness and freedom.  With graduation a day or so away and my birthday coming shortly after, all I could think of was the auspicious possibilities and this new chapter, I had mixed emotions.  I knew that once I walked across that stage and secured that diploma, everything that happened or wouldn’t happen from that point forward, would be on the account of me and me only. Truth is it was always on me but that’s a lesson that came later on in my life.

I remember the feeling that I had the night before my 18th birthday.  I remember looking at my face in the mirror and thinking; at midnight I’ll be 18 and foolishly wondering what my 18 year old face would look like. Lol I was so amazed that I was finally going to be living life on my own terms that I tried to imagine what being an adult would feel like once the clock struck midnight.  Every moment was that much more important so I was very careful to recognize every occurrence and detail within every preceding minute.  This was the last time that I would ever get to be a child, I’ll never be 17 again, and life will forever be changed at midnight.

The time came and gone, I didn’t shed any skin and I wasn’t swept off my feet and into the air by a gust of magical winds with an angelic light flow from the heavens, to be struck by the adult Gods with a lightning bolt of glory and responsibility; I simply went up a number. Astounding. Looking back from then til now, I can now see that adulthood is having an open state-of-mind.  No matter how many bills you may pay, the number of children you may have, deals closed, or money made, no matter what you may do in this life, there’s no specific event that occurs that grants you your adulthood.  It’s more so a mental transition that occurs when you become mature enough to understand your circumstances and take full responsibility for them through the good and bad.  The great news is that my inner child never died, she’s always fighting the good fight to remain relevant in my day-to-day life. Lol I’m still a big kid going through this journey with an open perspective, life is what you think it. 

 

~The Lyricist

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The Life of the Party (I’m dying inside) Ch. 1

I saw her walk in the entrance to the party and she looked like a gypsy queen high off of the greenest trees and the strongest liquid spirits.  When she walked into the room, it was almost as if the music stopped and the crowd froze.  She pulled a long blue cylinder out of her crocheted purse that was comfortably saddled across her body.  The container had a sudsy solution in it.  She then began to dance simultaneously with her beautiful friend who had a similar object in her hand. Their movements were extravagant and thoughtfully executed as they moved to the tunes of the latest Jamaican artists that were belting through the speakers.  The gypsy queen had on a long-sleeved midriff top of many fabrics that tied in the front.  Her skirt was sheer and flowing with her every movement.  She opened her blue container and took a deep breath and then blew bubbles throughout the party, her friend instantaneously did the same.  The party was their playground and we were just props in their world of freedom and fun.  I admired them for being so wild and free. They were entertaining, they were comfortable, so why was I so uneasy?

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Before I got dressed to go the party, I was laying on my patio floor on my yoga mat looking up at the night sky and smoking a spliff so big that from a distance could have been mistaken for a cigar.  I contemplated if I should be going out because my anxiety was getting the best of me, then the questions poured in and began to suffocate me. Is my outfit trendy enough? What if I don’t like the vibe and I’m not driving in my own car so I won’t be able to leave right away if I wanted to? Omg, I can’t breathe.  What if my cycle started while I’m wearing these bright colors?  I was literally talking myself out of going, and plus I was zooted and paranoid.  This string of weed would be my last that’s for sure because I was royally tripping. I’m a hippie and that comes with the territory, my territory... high nights and euphoric daze.  I was lying on the floor and slowly driving myself into a thinking frenzy.  Jade called me up and said she was hosting a party for the radio station and suggested that I come through, spread positive vibes, touch the mic, and mingle with the people.  In my mind I saw how beautiful this night could be; us dancing throughout the party, flirting with strangers, men and women alike and simply existing.  A part of me loved the idea and then there was that part of me that swallowed the entire idea only for it to lodge in my throat and nauseate me.  I started talking myself through my truth and as usual it hurt like hell.  Me to myself: “You do understand that your self-inflicted pain is a direct result of you being worried about what other people may think of you right? You do understand that you are fucking awesome and full of love and light right? You do understand that if you spend one more night in your comfort zone you might as well end it all because your life should not be calculated based on what society’s idea of life is right? I was coaching myself and per normal it gradually got me back on track.  Right before my next thought was able to seep through, in the distance in the most yawdie high-pitched tone I cringed and heard, “Queen are you still on the fucking phone? Bring yuh rass!” I didn’t even realize that I ventured off into my mind mid-convo with Jade.  SMH I told her I was sorry and that I’ll go.  I turned on Pandora to my Ty Dolla Sign station and Chris Brown’s, “Freaky Friday” came on, it immediately put me in a happier mood.  I grabbed the ½ empty bottle of red wine from the fridge and danced all the way to my closet.  As I stood in front of the closet it became apparent that I’ve given most of my clothes away to charity and have nothing to wear.  This is the same conclusion that I come to every time I have to go somewhere but always somehow manage to make it work.  I got dressed, chugged the rest of the wine and drove to Jade’s house.  She was already in the parking lot leaning on her car tapping her feet as if I was late or some shit.  I pulled up next to her, stuck my head out the window and asked, “You selling I’m buying wassup?” She laughed and said, “Jump in bitch we out.” I retorted, “Stop calling me bitch we talked about this.” She responded, “My bad queen.” Then added, “I like this queen shit ya know? It’s taking some adjusting but I dig it, just wanted you to know that.” I plopped down in the passenger side of her car, paused and stared at her. I scanned her face for sarcasm, nothing there so I responded, “Good. Roll up.”

The party was in Miami, an outside event with a long ass line wrapped around the establishment.  The minute I saw the line I wanted to abort the mission but I knew it was too late now and Jade would be pissed.  We parked in her reserved spot that was dead in front of the crowd, I just wanted to melt into a cool liquid and slither down the nearest drain.  I hit the blunt two times which seemed like a bad idea at first because it only made me feel more anxious and jittery.  I had a personal bottle of patron silver in my purse so I took 3 shots and I was good then I passed the bottle to Jade and she did the same.  As we walked to the front of the line, I lagged behind a little taking in the scenery, the scents, the sounds, and the people.  I was high and tipsy and so grateful for the feeling so I immediately began thanking the universe for this feeling with a soft whisper under my breath.   I chanted, “thank you thank you thank you for this feeling,” over and over again because this could have easily been a major deal of me losing it internally and no one would have had the slightest clue.  When we got to the entrance we showed our passes and walked in.  As soon as I walked in this tall lanky chic with knees that touched, pale skin and skinny dreads tugged at my purse. I abruptly turned around and…

Keep it locked for the next chapter, all of the chapters will be incomplete so I trust that you will return to see what happens next.  The story will grow until it ends. I appreciate you for reading, love and light.

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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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Fairy Tale Personalities & Whimsical Lifestyles…

I’m still trying to process the fact that almost every single piece of communication is done electronically:  Email, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, text, to name a few.  So you can see why I may feel like a bit of a hypocrite because I don’t go out much but don’t want my love connection to spark via internet.  It’s crazy because although I feel most comfortable being by myself nothing beats having a spiritual and emotional connection with someone else.  The age we’re in now with technology people can alter who they are and portray whatever they recognize your type to be.  For instance, on my Instagram I give the impression that I’m an earthy, goofy, fit, beach-loving, lyricist and that’s indeed what I am and so much more.  So I’ve had people approach me in a manner to accommodate these things.  I’ve been working on my trust issues and I’ve been speaking to different people more and I must admit there’s a diverse, beautiful world out there.  There’s also a community of losers who pride themselves on how quickly they can smooze you into believing their fairytale personalities and whimsical lifestyles.  So not only do I have to take people for who they are, virtually, but I have to have the sense enough to decipher who’s real and who’s fake.  This electronic connecting shit is nothing compared to face-to-face interaction.

Within a couple moments of meeting a person I can pick up on their true intentions.  Body language, tone of voice, handshake, conversational content, smiles or the lack thereof, it’s all a direct giveaway of a person’s true intentions.  I’m curious to know the first person EVER who went online, created a profile, posted a fictitious bio and misleading pictures, sent a confident message and then waited and felt okay within him/herself during all of this.  Lol Where did the real go? Where did authentication go? It’s gotten to a point where I sit back at times and look at the world through trinoculars and all I see are avatars and you never really know who’s operating that avatar.

So how exactly and why exactly should you trust that what someone is saying online is actually what the deal is? You don’t.  What you do is you trust your intuition to separate the two. Your first feeling is usually your intuition. Fact is you gotta move with the time and when you meet people whether it be online or in-person and they’re genuine, you thank God and you hold on to em.  Shit the world is all visual now, so when I’m approached online and the obvious is stated I’m neither surprised nor offended…simply aware.  Aware that the time is different and there’s no time to be naïve…also holding fast to the fact that being judgmental won’t help the situation either.  Lol Smfh Life just gets more and more interesting, I swear.

 

~The Lyricist

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