I Plan To Stay A Believer

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I was a stone cold junkie after the first time I heard Curtis speak
He was Super fly way before I knew about any pimp named Priest
To me
He represented Black music, Black hopes, and Black dreams
when I was just a kid racing popsicle sticks along ghetto streams

 By Stephen Bess 2005 ©





Comments

Waddie G. said…
Curtis was the truth...I just started getting into his music when I bought a dance remix CD of his hits...although the beats of the CD are hot, I was compelled to listen to his lyrics and they are so relevant today.
Sunday, October 23, 2005 6:55:00 PM
Stephen A. Bess said…
I agree. I think that he was a true poet. As a matter of fact, there is a book of his songs titled, Poetic License: In Poems & Song. It's really cool. You can find it on Amazon.
Monday, October 24, 2005 11:19:00 AM
M. Akamau said…
You are bringing back memories with this photo, Stephen! Sometimes I think I am too stuck in the 70s...I just have a deep connection to it, and to the things that impressed me deeply as a child. Good stuff.

Peace,
Bay
Monday, October 24, 2005 2:47:00 PM
Stephen A. Bess said…
Hello Bay!
I love 70's nostalgia too! Actually, my love for nostalgia goes back to the 1920's. Your and my love for the 70s is evidence of a good childhood despite the social or economic conditions that may have existed. I just remember a lot of good times and beautiful people. It's part of the reason that I must write. I have so many stories and memories doing the "Bump" and the "Hustle" in my head. :)

Peace 2u2~
Monday, October 24, 2005 2:57:00 PM
Michele said…
My hubby threw me a 31st birthday party, and we gave it a 70s theme. It was SO much fun! All the 70s music and that soul train line --- we just had a blast. Ahhh...what memories. Actually, though, I CHOOSE to pull out those good memories. My early, early childhood was painful...filled with abuse and stuff. But things got better. But I choose not to let that difficulty cloud the beauty of those days nonetheless. That's a whole other blog post in itself! Sheesh...

Bay (again!)
Monday, October 24, 2005 4:13:00 PM
changeseeker said…
Beautiful words. Beautiful photo. Beautiful Curtis. The beauty was and is always there. It is the hope we feed on.
Tuesday, June 04, 2013 9:55:00 AM
Stephen A. Bess said…
@Changeseeker - He left so much to feast.
Tuesday, June 04, 2013 10:37:00 AM
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