Thank you Nyota Magazine

I would like to thank Niara and Carol Wright for featuring me in their December issue of Nyota Magazine. I met up with them in New Jersey in November on my way up to NYC. We met for about 3 hours, talked about my inspirations, my goals, my influences, my challenges, and my triumphs.

Next, we walked around the quaint town of Haddonfield for a photo shoot. I even did some Christmas shopping at their mom’s boutique House of Flair.

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Through Your Eyes

I often stare at photos of myself that you took.
I’m struck by the clarity that joy brings to my eyes,
The levity of my cheeks, rising with the breeze to smile at you.
Brushed with the light of an August afternoon,
The sweetness of peaches on my lips,
You anoint me with a beauty not even my innermost critic can deny.
Oh how grateful I am to see myself through your eyes!

How Sound Affects

I wrote a blog post for the site Sound Effects responding to the question:

How does sounds effect you?

My response:

Sound is memory….

Sound has made me who I am. I was raised on sound – ordered sound, what we call music: Jackson 5 in the morning, ZZ Hill in the afternoon, Bob Marley at bedtime. These sounds were as much a part of my life as the music of my mother’s jingling bangles, my father’s melodic whistling around the house, and my sister’s tap dancing down the hall way.

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The realest thing I’ve written in awhile

Mad

He wrote,  “i miss you”
He wrote, “im sorry”
He’s afraid I’ll hate him
Doesn’t wanna be the monster
Just a human being who can’t admit mistakes

And maybe I’m the same
Can’t tell if I’m playing victim
Or if it’s really really still that red raw

But I’m still mad
I’m still mad
Still feel my forehead clinch when I think about it
Cause I’m still mad
I’m still mad
And I can’t seem to let it go
Even though I know
I’m better off without it.

Cause you don’t mean it
It’s all bullshit
And I won’t pretend that
I’m gonna accept it
Cause I’m so tired of being sweet
But I don’t wanna be petty

And maybe I’m the same
Telling lies to keep myself sane
So maybe I’m a coward just like you say

But I’m still mad
I’m still mad
Still feel my forehead clinch when I think about it
Cause I’m still mad
I’m still mad
And I can’t seem to let it go
Even though I know
I’m better off without it.

Maybe I’m living in a box of my own reality
Padded with every harsh word,
Maybe all my unkindness is lost on me
And when the fire stops rising in my chest
I’ll miss you
But I’m still mad.

Thank you Singersroom!

I just want to thank DJ Jus Music and Singersroom.com for writing about my EP. Here’s an excerpt:

“Cecily describes her sound as Minnie Riperton meets Teedra Moses, and we couldn’t agree more. The Washington, DC-based singer-songwriter releases her self-titled debut EP, a blend of Old School, R&B, Folk, and Jazz that’s welcoming to the ears.

Packed with five songs and a bonus track (A cover of Mary J. Blige’s “Everything” by way of The Stylistics’ “You Are Everything”), Cecily delivers a body of work that’s soothing and nostalgic.”

Read more: http://singersroom.com/content/2015-07-16/Cecily-Cecily-EP/#ixzz3govWxXK1

Love Is A Growing Up

You say I want to own you
And truthfully I do.

But just a small piece
Something to hold onto

Cause we’ve been through a long year
And I feel like you owe me

And yes I know that’s wrong, and selfish & needy

I know that Love is about freedom
And understanding without ego

But I just want you to reciprocate
Cause I gave you a piece of me too

Maybe this whole thing is unhealthy and we both need to get free.

Jimmy said Love is a growing up,
Love is a growing up.

You say that you’re in love with me
But I don’t think you are

You just want m my approval
Want some balm on your scars

And maybe you deserve that
Cause I know I can be unkind

But I don’t need that responsibility
I don’t want you to be mine.

There was a time when I truly did
But you weren’t ready then

And now that you’ve come around
You feel you deserve something.

I’ll always love you, but this is unhealthy
And it’s time you let me be free.

Jimmy said Love is a growing up
Love is a growing up.