My sister has lived in the south long enough to pick-up a number of southern-isms – “Don’t make me lose my religion” being one of them.
The first time I heard this southern-ism I understood its urgency – its immediacy to check one’s attitude, words or actions to avoid a world of hurt.
As the headlines broke yesterday regarding the degrading and vile conversation between a presidential candidate and a Hollywood reporter, the pretty-boys-white-club nearly made me “lose my religion.”
Instead I heeded the advice of Michelle Obama and went high with a little help from a friend.
DJ Bizzon has recently created a mixtape with songs of empowerment that took me high when the misogynists went low.
Here’s a sampling to help you go high:
- I’m every woman – no doubt Chaka Khan
- All I’m asking for is a little respect – amen Aretha
- You deserve the best in life – thank you Madonna
- Rebel, that’s right, I’ll call my own shots – absolutely Janet Jackson
- So I like what I see when I’m looking at me when I’m walking past the mirror – that’s keeping our heads on straight Mary J Blige
- Uh-oh, running out of breath, but I got stamina and I see another mountain to climb – you’re free to be the greatest Sia
- I’m holding on to my freedom, can’t take it away from me – yes we can live our lives like they’re golden Jill Scott
And finally with Beyonce’s lyrics in mind – it’s time to get your perfectly, perfect selves in formation because girls run this world.
Who are we? What we run? The world.
Rise up!
Vote!
Get off the side lines and run the world – today – our futures depend on it!
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