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by Candice Ann Moraga

You’re so cold, yet so refreshing
You wet my lips when I’m thirsty and begging
Ever, endlessly sweet and tempting
You gonna save me from the heat – or you playing?

I wanna mix it up
I wanna shake you up
I wanna fill my cup
I wanna drink you up

Sweet, sweet, sweet…
Lemonade
Sweet, sweet, sweet…
Lemonade
Sweet, sweet, sweet…
Lemonade

How can such sweetness be so goddamn bitter?
How could such lovely fruit be so sour?
Ripe and juicy – begs to be squeezed
Got my lips puckered – I’m down on my knees

I wanna mix it up
I wanna shake you up
I wanna fill my cup
I wanna drink you up

Sweet, sweet, sweet…
Lemonade
Sweet, sweet, sweet…
Lemonade
Sweet, sweet, sweet…
Lemonade

No guilt – just natural – Like birds and bees
So why forsake my need… to please?

I wanna mix it up
I wanna shake you up
I wanna fill my cup
I wanna drink you up

Sweet, sweet, sweet…
Lemonade
Sweet, sweet, sweet…
Lemonade
Sweet, sweet, sweet…
Lemonade

Your lemonade to quench my desire
My lemonade… Cool as Fire

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by Candice Ann Moraga

In the days of dust, and fiery memories
No – she cannot breathe
Waitin’ for the weight to lift from her chest
No – she can’t hardly believe

The sound of the fighter jets overhead pierces through the sky

Faces of the angels plastered everywhere
Corpses walking through the streets

The eerie glow of a strange gray snow
On a hot, late summer’s day
Murmurs waft through the charcoal air…

They say:

Peace
War

Retaliation
Vituperation
Segregation
Anticipation

Alleviate
Mediate
Violate
Suffocate

And it came tumbling down…
That temple of our confidence

Don’t sleep so well without the snuggly warmth of our security blankie no more
No safety net to catch your fall

Go ahead – walk that tightrope
Walk the fine line between Justice and Rage

Dig your God out of the rubble
Dust yourself off and try again

Reach for the brass ring –
The American Dream
Whatever that may be???

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by Candice Ann Moraga

Self-acceptance of who I am
I finally choose to make a stand

I got my own personality
I don’t look like the chicks on TV

And if you don’t like it – I don’t give a damn
“cause you can’t change the way I am

As for my breasts – I won’t mutilate
I don’t think their size determines my fate

And I’m never gonna get a tan –
It has nothing to do with if I can

I’m proud to wear my mother’s fair skin
And I’m more concerned with what lies within

Yeah – I dye my hair this fiery “Red Hot” –
To showcase the inner blaze that I got

‘Cause you’re never gonna quench this fire
You’ll never douse out enduring desire

I got plenty more fight left in me –
Enough to last for ETERNITY

If you don’t like rough seas – then don’t swim with me!
I challenge ideas – my mind is FREE

I’ll contemplate your point of view –
That doesn’t mean I’ll be brainwashed by you

You won’t hold me down or keep me “in line” –
If you can get down with THAT – then we’ll be just fine

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by Candice Ann Moraga

I tried to help you all I could
Lord knows how hard I tried

Sleepless nights I waited for you
Sleepless nights I cried

You pulled me close
Held me tight
Then pushed me far away

Tears of joy
Tears of pain
From memories of yesterday

You used to believe in LOVE –
That LOVE was what made the world turn

Now, when you speak of LOVE…
You speak of bombs and of watching it burn

You cheated on me, you fucking bastard
Have fun getting your shit out of the Dumpster!

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by Candice Ann Moraga

He cast a spell with his serenade
He briefly exposed his soul
I tugged the choke chain on my heart
Didn’t want to lose control

Looking back, I realize…
That I have been afraid
I took a vow of celibacy
A pact with myself, I had made

Even if I never see him again
I’m thankful I felt a spark
For I’ve always been obsessed with fire – The kind you still feel when it’s dark

I don’t want a holiday barbeque – Roasting wieners, and then it’s all done
A fleeting affair, only temporary – That kind of romance, I now shun

How will I know when I’ve met my match – When I’ve found a heart that’s like mine?
My brother assures me, “You’re a catch”
On the phone while I pitifully whine

At least I still have a bit of faith
And a teeny bit of hope
How long can I hide and sequester myself
While I brood, and I write, and I mope?

Turtle in shell, I hide myself, alone in a darkened cave
Please, somebody, fetch me out – you know it’s my heart that you’ll save.

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by Candice Ann Moraga

You may not have abandoned me
The way your father did you
But you don’t participate in my life –
That much I know is true
Maybe you never learned
Just how to be a father
But it seems to me
That you’ve “checked out” –
Like you don’t even bother

There’s still a little girl
Wandering in the snow
Searching for a home –
A safe place she can go
She doesn’t want to go back
Because she’s too afraid –
This is the life you’ve given me
With choices that you’ve made

I’m not trying to hurt you –
I just want back my soul –
The pieces that you’ve taken –
The pieces that you stole
You may not want to step in
To the father role –
I just want to be healed –
I just want to be whole

There’s still a little girl
Wandering in the snow
Searching for a home –
A safe place she can go
She doesn’t want to go back
Because she’s too afraid –
This is the life you’ve given me
With choices that you’ve made

Your neglect has been so painful
Worse than a kick or slap
An enduring situation –
It’s no sudden mishap
I’m your only daughter –
How could you forget my birthday?
Finally I scribble down
The words I needed
To say

There’s still a little girl
Wandering in the snow
Searching for a home –
A safe place she can go
She doesn’t want to go back
Because she’s too afraid –
This is the life you’ve given me
With choices that you’ve made

She doesn’t want to go back
Because she’s too afraid

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by Candice Ann Moraga

The human mind is such a beautiful and amazing thing.
It’s capacity to dream, create, and become an entire little mini-universe is amazing.

Every person goes on their own personal journey – What does it all mean?

What am I supposed to be doing here?
Is it about a successful career?

Or about finding LOVE?
So many people ALONE, and yet partaking in… TOUCHING other peoples’ lives.

The “Big City” – The “Big Apple”
So busy with millions upon millions of people…
Buzzing around, every day, like a bunch of bees, swarming in search of honey.

People indifferent to the homeless beggars on the streets…

What draws people here?
What are they looking for?
What are their dreams?
What are they running away from?
Their past? Their future?

People come here from nations all over the world.
What makes a person from South Korea want to pick up and go to New York City?

The human spirit…
No wonder people call the ones that really “feel” their music as having “SOUL”

Music is such a creative force.

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by Candice Ann Moraga

Divalicious Candi – Yes, she’s a dream
But I tell you – the REAL me is more than I seem

I’ve got much deeper thoughts rolling ‘round in this head
Than should my lipgloss be pink or red

Can’t you see past the disguise?
If you stopped looking at my ass, and tried instead my eyes

Maybe there you’d find a surprise
Maybe then you’d realize

I do this ‘cause I love music
I do this ‘cause I was born to sing
But you won’t let the REAL me do this – No, you want this other thing

So I do what I have to – I do what I must
But you won’t gain my love, You won’t earn my trust

You don’t offer love – You offer me lust
If you do what is right, If you do what is just

You’ll love me when my eyeliner’s off
You’ll love me with mucus and when I cough

You’ll do more than THEM to fill this hole
You’ll see the REAL me – You’ll see my soul

But you won’t hear my song, and you won’t hear my rhyme
That’s why I tell you I’ve got no time

I’ll never be yours, and you’ll never be mine