Ms. Ani,

Where did I exist before
I heard your strains of unadultered truth
That made me fall to my knees
And break my stride of conformity

What did I listen
That pop Britney and
Fake music that could only do so much
For my broken and bleeding soul.

How did I play my guitar
Without your assaulting riffs
Beautiful words
And evidence that I too could be myself

Maybe I fell in love with your music
Because it was my dreams in a song
My unspoken words about society
The salve for my just broken heart
And the feministic views I needed to wake me up
And turn Britney off.

11/22/2002

Author's Note: This is my experience with Ani and her music...

Posted on 11/22/2002
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