I have no qualms against mediocre shit, it provides something for me to be measured against. The only concern arises is when mediocre is the best it gets. “What do you do?” is the question I’m asked most; if I can’t sing a song to answer the question, I usually respond, “I write.” If it has anything to do with words, I does that. Not only that, I do it beyond how I’m expected to. Better than that, I never cease to be myself. The way most people end up being mediocre is when they compare themselves against a standard: Most of the time you end up being a bad replica of something that already exists & no one really likes a copy. We need more original shit. Humans are each unique individuals; If I know anything for sure, it’s that you were meant to be you.
I do a lot of things I’m afraid to do. If you encounter me in public, especially during a performance, I’m a lot more shy than even I expect myself to be. It’s mostly because I’m never ready, but I fight my fear. The fear always exists, I just make sure I always win. The real way to win in life –and get the destiny promised to you –is the win the battles of daily life. Remember, in any given situation, you can do one of three things: Fail, meet the standard, or exceed expectations. In any given situation. This can go for how you dress. This can go for how well you do on an assignment. This can go for the impression you leave on your loved ones. This is why I’m kinder to people than they are to me. It’s why I embrace strangers. It’s why people confuse me for a naive little girl when I touch the stage because I prefer to smile and be happy than to threaten you with hidden artillery or entice you by swaying my hips. I know sex sells. I don’t know if I’m sexy. I know gangsta shit rocks, but real gangstas don’t speak about their realities for show –dummies do. “Dear brothers and sisters, don’t be childish in your understanding of these things. Be innocent as babies when it comes to evil but be maturing in understanding matters of this kind (Corinthians 14:20).”
Yes, I believe in destiny. I believe we control it, though. I believe it begins to happen as soon as you realize that whatever you want to be later, you must be now. Once you decide who you will be, it’s your duty to get there. If you decide not to take those steps, that becomes a dream and you’re destined to whichever path you chose instead. I am a Queen. Before the ball, Cinderella didn’t have it easy and she was scrubbing those same floors when Mr. Charming came around with her slipper. They called Belle odd (in song, and in unison) for walking though the town with her face in a book. Snow White only found her Prince as her savior from assassination. Maybe that’s overboard. Maybe those are just fairy tales. But real Queens make it through wars you’ve never heard of, using methods you’d have never thought to employ. No princess ever got her prince by saying “Fuck that nigga.” No superstar made it by sitting in the crowd. If it sounds like the most naive, idealist move to make, it’s probably the right one. I’m not saying it’ll be easy. I’m not saying you won’t have to watch out for those aiming to take advantage. I do encourage you to pray to whatever you believe in. Worst case scenario, pray to yourself. But you will need faith & an unwavering loyalty to whatever you love.