5/11/2018 Feeling Empowered

Our world is governed by our word.

We call Nashville, “Music City,” and thus it is known for its music.

We call Paris the “City of Love,” and people go there to feel romance and passion.

Word establishes qualities that people are reminded of when they think of a certain person or place.

That’s why I always refer to myself as “Famous Pop Star Sarah Mae Chilton.”

Id like to think that if I keep speaking it into my life, I will eventually become my own self fulfilling prophecy, as spoken by pop star and extraordinary woman Marina Diamandis. (marina and the diamonds)  ——->

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I have been raised to carry a lot of shame about who I am and constantly don’t feel good enough.

I think it has to do with being graded in school and never living up to expectations I felt society had placed on me.

It hasn’t been till I set my own cool expectations that I have found happiness.

I have complete control over my opinions and therefore can choose what I’d like to be. I choose also to love myself unconditionally. No matter what.

Maya Angelou, knew what it meant to stand tall and love oneself, fiercely, despite their surroundings:

STILL I RISE

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

-MAYA ANGELOU

This poem was written with slavery and oppression in mind but also has universal ideals.

No matter what happens, the choice to stand and be powerful is up to the individual.

In the strength to continually rise… there is hope.

I want to believe that with the dream of music I will continually rise. I am grateful for my cheerleaders and cheer on those who listen and act upon the still, soft voice that telling them the desires of their heart.

life doesn’t have to be sad. A happy universe is out there waiting for anyone who only has the courage to step through destiny’s doors.

Gratitudes:

  1. New and old songwriting friends and connections this week
  2. getting to play songs with some new folks on stage
  3. recording tomorrow!
  4. new relationship
  5. Nashville being freakin really cool

xoxo,

Sarah Mae Chilton

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