Shila Iris ♥
Tonight we dance!
The symbols of a culture, a heritage of humanity, mean a lot. When they begin to disappear, be very concerned. So, the moral of the story is: wear your color, wear your art, wear your culture to remind you of where we been and we’re going. Don’t give up. Sankofa!
Besides, color is so dope!
I stay woke,
Shila Iris aka Honey
The water heals
so, I swim deep
the depth of it all
just seems so out of reach
so I fetch, dig deep in my memory
the spirits rise, so again I can see
at the bottom of the ocean
in Labadi beach
The horses, they come for me
I am the master of this ceremony
new life, new mind
3 dollars and 6 dimes
Cause the woman that knows something,
knows that she knows nothing at all
-by Shila Iris
If you don’t know him, you should. Try him. I did, and I am very pleased…
Birthday: February 20, 1985 (Age 32)
1.Jesse Boykins III & MeLo-X: Black Orpheus…
“I played her heart strings…”
chase Jesse with Eric… “Met her at Howard, lived in the Towers, same floor that I was, which did allow us, to sit and talk for hours, in between dealings, and all this unveiling, clearly there was feelings…”
2. Eric Roberson: A Tale of Two
Eric’s Birthday: September 25, 1976 (Age 40)
chase Eric with Raheem… “I’m so proud, to have a lady, a Queen who wears a crown…”
3. Raheem DeVaughn: You
Raheem’s Birthday: May 5, 1975 (Age 42)
Raheem with Bilal… “I wish I was drug free, sometimes…”
4. Bilal: Sometimes
Bilal’s Birthday: August 23, 1979 (Age 37)
and Bilal with Musiq… “You’re my baby, my lover, my lady. All night, you make me,
want you, it drives me crazy. I feel, like you, were made just for me baby…”
5. Musiq: So Beautiful
Musiq’s Birthday: September 16, 1977 (Age 39)
and then, with your last glass of wine before bed… “You won’t regret it no, no
Young girls they don’t forget it, love is their whole happiness, yeah, yeah, yeah…”
6. Otis Redding: Try a Little Tendeness
Otis’ Birthday: September 9, 1941 (deceased at Age 26)
Jesse. Eric. Raheem. Bilal. Musiq. In that order. Otis. ♥
You got me… I am Shila (pronounced Shy-lah)
I picks my friends, like I picks my fruit,
and granny told me that when I was only a youth,
I, don’t walk around trynna be what I’m not,
I don’t waste my time trynna get what you got.
I work at pleasing me, cause I can’t please you,
and that’s why, I do what I do,
My soul flies free like a willow tree…
He brought so much excitement to my day. Spending hours in my cypher, he began to write poems, inspired by the way my mind floated. He remained untainted by false profits, and listened to the elders. He meant what he said. He said, he’d see me through my healing. He was strong. He needed me, just as I needed him, sustained by my unpredictable existence, he levitated in the walls that I cultivated- orange and red hues, with yellow overtones. My creations empower. I am the water bearer, the loyal one. Blossoming spirit, they desire, but I chose him. I swallowed his insecurities, and I deciphered his anger. He gave to me purely, without expectations.
I am Shila Iris, life-sustaining…
In the short time that I’ve experienced your spirit,
I think you’re a pretty dope lady with a lot of power…
Gotta do your thing… breathe. Be free. Outside of sexuality. It’s not about the body, it’s the spirit, made you look! Healing is not about bowing down, it’s about looking up, and accepting the All. I see balance, I see truth. I see myself outside of you. Peace.
I write love poems… or just poems of desire… i desire u
P.S. My people don’t always wear clothes. We started wearing them to protect ourselves from you, and then, you started selling sex. Look closer.
Reprise: You will feel me everywhere you go. You will taste my skin, I will flow within your memory. You will see me in your dreams. Your heart is weary, and you will be overwhelmed with me. I am a drug. And so are you. We’re in recovery.
“I’m a recovering undercover overlover, recovering from a love I can’t get over. Don’t want to be an addict anymore. Addicts lie, addicts cheat. Addicts run, hide, and live in fear of their next high. Their next high could be you, it could be me, what are you addicted to? I just want some balance. So, I’mma chase the Sun.
He called out to her from a distance and she pretended not to hear him.
Not because she didn’t like the sound of his voice,
but because she did not want him to look into her tear-filled eyes.
He caught her, pulled her towards him and asked her to accept his presence.
She lifted her head to see, the face of the Sun.
The time had come. She smiled. For the rest of the day.
I asked the elders if I could speak freely, and they said, absolutely.
I earned the right to tell my story, for without the element of truth,
it would all be in vain. The generations to follow will hear the sound of
my voice, resounding… cause I need these niggas to turn into gods…