Today marks the passing of one of the most creative and vibrant musical talents the entertainment industry has ever seen. This woman sold millions of records as one-third of the largest selling female R & B group of all time. She was also an arsonist and was so outspoken that she often caused dissension in her own group. But she had the gifts to back up the gab and her legacy is far greater than the controversy that surrounded her. From designing stage sets for concerts, writing songs, designing clothes, creating paintings and even building furniture, you name she could probably do it. 11 years later it still seems odd to reference her in the past tense, but her legacy still lives on. Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes may be gone in the physical sense, but her presence will never be forgotten. It will definitely be interesting to see how hip hop artist Lil Mama pulls off portraying such an amazing woman in the upcoming TLC Biopic, CrazySexyCool: The TLC Story.
And in case you didn’t know, today is National Poetry Month. Seeing as how there’s just a fine line between a rap and a poem, here’s a performance from TLC with Left Eye performing one of my favorite poems/raps.
Full VH1 Documentary, The Last Days of Left Eye
Plus, check out a new poem I’ve written below called “Wonder Years”.
Wonder Years
In the beginning
Things were cruising cool
We were running free and wild
Without a care
Wind blowing through my hair
Though mine is gone now
We stayed up late until
Our eyelids collapsed
Said we wouldn’t do it again
But longed for the relapse
We said what we felt
And left no apologizes
Tip toed to the edge
No matter how dangerously
It felt like ice cream truck
Goodies we’d race outside to eat
Sun melting down our backs
As we walked down
What seemed to be a never ending street
Innocence, now gone
Now we are aware of time, space, and restriction
We are not free in our skin
And strapped to other people’s opinions
Too conscious of image
Loosing ourselves in the abyss
Who knew growing up
Would ever feel like this?
No time for pleasure
And priorities are skewed
Climbing up the ladder
But we never reach the roof
Can somebody send
The ice cream truck my way?
I could use a break today
These wonder years were wonderful
Until we fully grew out of them
Abandoning naivety
If I knew they would have passed this fast
I would have never let go of them



