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Why you wanna fly, Blackbird?

Nina Simone’s voice taught me to feel pain.

I know it sounds far-fetched because human beings learn pain from birth– maybe that’s why we cry as soon as we leave the warmth of the womb and feel the harsh breeze of the world outside comfort and safety.

But, the day I fell in love with Nina’s voice, I felt it all.

It was as if all the pain I should’ve felt my entire life came rushing through me as I soaked in the lyrics of her songs. It didn’t matter what kind of pain; be it the deep cut I got from a rusted nail after falling inside a chair when I was five or losing the man who practically raised me. I felt it all in her deep, melancholic voice.

Here are the lyrics for the song ‘Blackbird’, made even more popular by the film, Beyond the Lights. I played this song when I started University and felt out of place and quite frankly, undeserving.

Why you want to fly Blackbird you ain’t ever gonna fly
No place big enough for holding all the tears you’re gonna cry
’cause your mama’s name was lonely and your daddy’s name was pain
And they call you little sorrow ’cause you’ll never love again
So why you want to fly Blackbird you ain’t ever gonna fly
You ain’t got no one to hold you, you ain’t got no one to care
If you’d only understand dear nobody wants you anywhere
So why you want to fly Blackbird you ain’t ever gonna fly

And then the lyrics for the song I replayed every day until I accepted that the boy I loved, wasn’t ready for the woman I was becoming, To Love Somebody

There’ a light// A certain kind of light// It’s never shown on me// I want my whole life to be// Lived with you// Lived with you// There’s a way// Everybody say// Do each and every little thing// What good does it bring// If I ain’t got you If I ain’t got you// If I ain’t got you If I ain’t got you// You don’t know// What it’s like// Baby you don’t know// What it’s like// To love somebody// To love somebody// The way I love you
Hers was a remarkable life filled with love, pain, suffering, success, and failure. I could never begin to try to understand the kind of woman she was.
All I know is that her music changed the way I confront pain;
I make sure I feel it all.
Everywhere.
mille baisers,
Maame.

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