ratchedness as praxis.
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I ain’t got no home, ain’t got no shoes
Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no class
Ain’t got no skirts, ain’t got no sweater
Ain’t got no perfume, ain’t got no bed
Ain’t got no mindAin’t got no mother, ain’t got no culture
Ain’t got no friends, ain’t got no schooling
Ain’t got no love, ain’t got no name
Ain’t got no ticket, ain’t got no token
Ain’t got no GodAnd what have I got?
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got
Nobody can take away?Got my hair, got my head
Got my brains, got my ears
Got my eyes, got my nose
Got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, got my chin
Got my neck, got my boobs
Got my heart, got my soul
Got my back, I got my sexI got my arms, got my hands
Got my fingers, got my legs
Got my feet, got my toes
Got my liver, got my bloodI’ve got life, I’ve got my freedom
I’ve got the lifeI’ve got the life
And I’m gonna keep it
I’ve got the life
And nobody’s gonna take it away
I’ve got the life
Nina Simone, “Ain’t Got No - I Got Life”
like i need you to sit and think about what kind of life experiences you have to write a song like this.
Nina Simone knew. black women ain’t got nothing but our lives. and sometimes not even that.