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Music composed and produced by Meshell Ndegeocello
Directed by Julien Bittner; Produced by Bridges Film. Shot at Marché aux Puces (Paris St Ouen)

From new album "Time", produced and composed by Meshell Ndegeocello
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LYRICS
She was
a black whip
of a woman.
Had a look that
kissed the silver edges
of razors
and blazed
with lips that were
raised up
to a fearsome mouth.
She was fearless
Crossing the hard road in her
high thighed denim
and the bus drivers and the shopkeepers
stared down from their canteens
to watch her stroll past
in the deep white heat of midday
like some emissary of the sun
that couldn't be touched
or even whistled after.

Just the glimpse of her
could sting, cramp and paralyse
Make men say, 'Shiiiiiiit'.
And cuss inside their own mouths.
Dark seed of her skin
like tamarind,
she was the kind
of woman
who made time
stand

.still
But no one knew her grooving in the ghettos of her life,
no one saw her drying her clothes on a radiator overnight.
No one saw her making rags into fashion
or wiping tears from her daughters eyes,
'Your daddy loves you' she says
'He just can't control his anger sometimes.'
No one saw her waking at 5 am
to go to her cleaning job in the city
or leaning on the bus stop
long distance to her mother.
No one saw the full spectrum of her mind,
her dreams, her education, the experiences that made her stroll like scissors cutting
or the wit of her lips
that could leave marks in water. Everyone says she's beautiful. And in the midday
when the asphalt is summer soft
and the children are playing in the streets,
she lets the dark seed of her glow
like Tamarind.