Do you remember the Natalie Cole biopic where she played herself in the end? I saw it years ago and the scene that’s always stuck with me, even now, is the one where her soon-to-be song writing preacher of a husband confessed his love for composing filthy R&B music. Like him, I am torn as I mourn the passing of the old me into the new me that God wants me to be. You see, I’m no saint; I’m a work in progress. I’m trying, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit my craving for writing, singing, tasting and pseudo-performing body fluid poetry and music. Not the stuff that makes you want to simply take your clothes off; the stuff that makes you feel bomb enough to get down with your clothes still on. This doesn’t mean that I love Jesus any less, no. Just like I was raised in the church, I’m as much a Pisces renaissance woman. That means anything non-detrimental to the soul that makes the heart smile in my book is a go. The way my new beliefs and the Bible are set up, though, sex when I long to, green because I want to, and cussing, even accidentally, because I feel like it is a blasphemes No. I pray and ask God to lead me and mold me, not because I’m a filthy person but because without all the distractions of filth, I’ll finally be able to fully walk into my putpose and maybe marry a man as clever and spiritual and down as me. Before you feel sorry for or even condemn me, I beg you to save it and understand that I’m a writer and soul in transition. Instead pray for the new me while the old me sleeps fatally like strange fruit on a southern tree.

Ariel
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Livin’ for Love: The Natalie Cole Story [FULL MOVIE]