This is compilation of my deeepest thoughts, my shallowest thoughts, my life, and my enlightenment.

Write Byte: They call me Jill Scott...

Isn't it ironic?
My new label has been afrocentric.
But the afro isn't my centrality.

I have dichotic personality dualities.
With curves that speak sexuality
And lips that sing symphonies.

Mystically, weaving the natural instincts never spoken to me.
Coached relentlessly in this game called life.

Despite of every stumble I survive.

But what is a life in a lie?

Projection is half my battle.
But my representation hasn't been perfected.

Yes its all natural.
Naturally I believe
But I'm not Jill Scott.

India Arie maybe, because "I Am Not My Hair".