Different does not mean deficient, it simply means different!

This is a very special appreciation post for my Creole Colonel Sanders, the realest person in America (on TV anyway) right now, DAT DUDE, Rev. Dr. Jeremiah A. Wright, Jr.

JUST REMEMBER:
THEY DIDN'T LIKE KING IN 1967!
THEY DIDN'T LIKE MALCOLM IN 1968!
THEY DIDN'T LIKE FANNIE LOU IN '72!
THEY DIDN'T LIKE NELSON IN '88!
THEY DIDN'T LIKE JESUS, NO MATTER THE DATE!
THE WORLD STILL TAKES HIM OUT OF CONTEXT!
-Rev. Wendell Anthony

He has hate speech, listen to how bombastic he is.


Linguists knew that nobody in here speaks English but only black children 50 years ago were singled out as speaking bad English.


The nation's oldest civil rights organization has changed America's history. "Despite violence, intimidation, and hostile government policies, the NAACP and its grassroots membership have persevered." Now, somebody, please tell the Oakland County Executive that that sentence starting with the words, "Despite violence, intimidation, and hostile government policies" is a direct quotation from the NAACP's Profile in Courage. It didn't come from Jeremiah Wright. Otherwise, he will attribute the quote to me and continue to say that I am one of the most divisive people he has ever heard speak when he's never heard me speak! And just to help him out - I am not one of the most divisive, tell him the word is descriptive. I describe the conditions in this country. Conditions divide, not my descriptions. Somebody say, "Amen!" If you can't say, "Amen," you're too mad, just say, "Ouch!"


Many of us are committed to changing how see others who are different (number 1) and many of us are committed to changing how we see ourselves (number 2). Not inferior to, or superior to, just different from other. Embracing our own histories, embracing our own cultures, embracing our own languages, as we embrace others who are also made in the image of God.


HATERZ EVERYWHERE HE GO!


Bobby Seale & Huey P. Newton

I have this very image on a shirt. RevDoctaWright shirts anyone?

Powerful Wisdom Pt. 1
Powerful Wisdom Pt. 2
Powerful Wisdom Pt. 3
Powerful Wisdom Pt. 4



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HELLO BITCHES

THIS IS MY NEWEST POST. SHAY HATES THEM FUCKIN KIDS Y'ALL. PLEASE EXCUSE MY LUNCHINNESS. I IS DRUNK. THE TV IS GONNA CAUSE EPILEPSY. IM FUCKED UP. WATERMELON MARTINIS ARE LOVELY. YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE HAVE A GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND WEEKEND. <3 JASMINE A.K.A. LISA FUCKIN TURTLE



P.S.: WHY DO I HEAR MEXICANS?

Things I Should Probably Keep To Myself [2/3191987]

Today isn't really things but more of a thing I should probably keep to myself. Sometimes I like to think of ethnicity as flavors... I've had BLACK, Caucasian, Cuban, Puerto Rican, Nigerian, and all sorts of blended flavors (black/Puerto-Rican BLACK/Caucasian, Caucasian/Mexican, etc.). I seem to basically attract these types, especially the BLACK/Hispanic blends. I've (mostly) loved what I've had so far but what I want is...

Daniel Henney

I want me a fine ass Asian man. I hear a lot of young Asian men saying that the stereotype is not true and they do love them some black women... Can one of them holla at me? I'm 1/4 Japanese. Can you imagine the pretty little babies we could make?

I'm not unrealistic, I know everybody can't be Russel Wong, Harold & Kumar, or Chen Chang but DAAAAAMN can I at least get this dude from youtube?

I'm saying, the fineness of Asian men is often overlooked (even by Asian women) and I want it to be clear I'm here for them. I love you pretty Asian men. I'm not overlooking you so please don't overlook me. Let's have little ethnically confused babies with curly hair. (Dare to dream...)


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Dear Pennsylvania, FUCK YOU.

You could have been so much more. You could have ended this all. You could have saved us from evil... But you chose not to. Now... Who knows how long this will go on? Who knows how long we will all suffer the slings and arrows of this bullshit election that will provide us with no real change and will bring forth a surge in apathy.

Let me be clear, unlike a lot of people, I never really hated Hillary Clinton before this primary season/election/whatever. I was not a 100% supporter of Obama, initially. To be honest, the more I hate her the more I'm for him but lately I just don't know.

I have had my own conspiracies from the start... I didn't want to but the thoughts floated through my brain. I figured they'd misconstrue/miscount/mishandle votes and then there were the assassination theories. I've gone another way. I think something is brewing here they're all in on it... Even you Obama. I haven't yet worked out what their angle is but here is what I'm thinking...

• Obama was never supposed to do as well as he was doing. They wanted him to get the nomination but not with the tremendous amount of support that was beginning to build up for him. They didn't want him to have such a big chance to beat McCain.
• To deal with this blow to their plan, Clinton went into outrageous attack mode. This was semi-working but it wasn't good enough because he still was doing well.
• Then it's Obama's turn... Stupid little mistakes here and there. Doing/saying little things to crack away at his solid campaign.
• Hillary Clinton will not win the nomination but Barack Obama will not win the presidential election.
• John McCain will be the next president but for how long???

This is where I wonder should we watch for McCain's VP nominee. What if McCain's old ass dies/becomes ill and the VP takes over??? Will the VP be some evil Cheney style character? In my brain... Probably.

...Or, is Hillary Clinton only staying in to sabotage Barack Obama so that he definitely loses and four years from now she can be in this same position only winning heavily on the underlying mantra of, "I told you so."

I'm not sure what to think but this whole situation just seems fishy to me. I'm mad and I don't know who to be mad at so tonight I focus my anger on the state of Pennsylvania because I truly believe that tonight, they could have ended some of this madness. All it would have taken was for 5%-6% more of you to vote for Barack Obama. But who knows? Maybe y'all did? *Sigh*

Lisa, Kelly, and Screech Take On THE ROOTS?!!!

Yesterday, three young, unsuspecting dumbasses ventured out on the smoker's holiday for a different kind of green -- an Earth Day Celebration. Lured by the phantom promise of THE ROOTS?!!!* and friends (Talib Kweli, Ne-Yo**, Chrisette Michele***, Wale****, etc...). Sadly, these poor, unfortunate souls*^5 did not accurately foresee the grim future that lay ahead of them. What should have been a day full of drunken, high white people, ganja, THE ROOTS?!!!*, crappy - but bearable weather, turned into an EPIC day of trauma. (Right: Look at them, looking all dry and happy. Ignorance is bliss...)

When young Les (Screech), Stephanie (Kelly), and Jasmine (your heroine Lisa Turtle) first awoke on Saturday, April 20, 2008 to disgusting rain the P.G. County area, they reluctantly decided against their previously made plans of seeing THE ROOTS?!!!*. As the skies cleared and the rained stopped, they hastily got ready and set out on an adventure. This adventure included Metro switch confusion (it's okay, our hero Lisa Turtle saved the day even though she was repeatedly pegged as the "non-Metro rider"), partially overcoming Lisa's ridiculously terrible fear of the Metro (and trains in general) and escalators. They arrived at the Smithsonian Metro stop only to see people opening umbrellas and throwing on ponchos so they began to panic. Armed with two hoodies (the girls), a jacket (the boy), and one tiny umbrella that flips up in the wind, they were not prepared for this:

It was terrible... It was like walking in a freaking monsoon. At the urging of Stephanie, the three kept pressing on to see what was going on at the venue but after waiting and getting soaked for awhile, they decided to retreat to the Metro station. Halfway to their destination, they hear the concert shall resume so they head BACK to the stage. After a few minutes of talking some hippy old man drunkenly gurgles some bluesy-ish tunes out and butchers, "One." Then Ed Norton comes out looking all white boy fine and talks about something but it sounds like nothing and then some activist and then some old white man who won't just shut the fuck up and then the monsoon comes back and the man who won't shutup wants everyone to wait the storm out. AT THIS POINT, Lisa, Kelly, and Screech have had ENOUGH so they (once again) head back to the Metro station. It had to be the longest walk ever. After they were sufficiently soaked from head to toe (seriously, everything but T-Pain*^6) they arrive to an overwhelming mob*^7 and transit authority agents who won't let them into the station. As these fuckheads who take their jobs too seriously finally let people come in, Lisa Turtle is nearly paralyzed with fear at the realization she will have to walk down a soaking wet escalator that seemed neverending. (It should be noted Lisa Turtle is afraid of heights, escalators, walking up and/or down non-moving escalators, trains, falling to her death, and SLIPPERY escalators). Lisa Turtle SLOWLY but safely made it down the death trap and through the gates. Kelly and Screech faced opposition from a soaking wet fare card and SmarTrip card (Look out for a picture of Kelly trying to blow hers dry). Once in the Metro station they hop on the first train they can and continue to do this all the way back to their original Metro location. All of this hell and they never even got to see THE ROOTS?!!!*. Lisa never got to see Black Thought (a prominent member of the list of Black Menz Jasmine Wants To Drop It Off In Her Draaaaaawz). Neither Lisa nor Kelly got to see Ne-Yo. Young Screech's plans to see THE ROOTS?!!!* were foiled again.

Wringing water out of a sweatshirt that is really light gray.
Kelly Kapowski trying to blow her fare card dry.

It was the most fun torture we'd ever had.

*"THE ROOTS?!!!" is in reference to a friend of my random neighbor Tim. It was his exclamation when Stephy and I told him about the concert. It was totally obvious he had like never heard a song by The Roots but it was his way of pretending to be interested.
**Les was in no way interested in seeing Ne-Yo, this was only Stephanie and I.
***Nobody really wanted to see Chrisette Michele.
****Nobody really wanted to see Wale either but we would have taken him over hippy/bluesy man.
*^5Reference to the song from The Little Mermaid.
*^6Stephanie had one a T-Pain t-shirt and though the rest of her was soaked, T-Pain remained dry.
*^7I definitely over-dramatized this.

Welcome Back ,Turtle.

Hello loves, Lisa Turtle has been on an accidental hiatus. My life has been uber crazy lately. I finally stopped dying. I've been partying. I think my dramaship is finally (almost) over. And I went all Britney Spears crazy and cut my own hair (but I'm not bald.) It was damaged so I cut the relaxer out. It was a freeing feeling. I've been getting back to my usual self lately so prepare for more optimistic and happier danishes from me in the future.

Let's do a before/after:

Before (From "Why I'll Never Put Another Relaxer In My Hair")

After (From Like 4 minutes ago):


I've been in such a good mood and tonight is my favorite night. It's club night a.k.a. ho night a.k.a. FISHNETS NIGHT!!!!

Paris, Tokyo

I am interrupting my danish inactivity to swoon and stan over Lupe Fiasco. He and the gap in his tooth are looking extra presh in his new video. :) "Paris, Tokyo" is a solid track (soooo much better than "Hip Hop Saved My Life") and the video is pretty much what is expected for the subject matter. Check out for Lupe Fiasco Wild Thornberrys/Jumanji style in the Cairo, Egypt scene. Now watch damnit. (Love, love...)

In the event the video doesn't work, click here.

Music Video WTFery

I was going to write about this the other day but laziness took over as usual... Anywho, I was watching MTV Jams the other day (first mistake) and saw three videos that left me in WTF mode but I tried my best to put these disturbing images and sounds out of my mind. Unfortunately, I'm a creature of habit so I was watching MTV Jams this morning also (second mistake) and came across the same craptacular videos. I present to you some good ol fashioned WTFery:

1. Chris Brown - "Take You Down"

*Deep Sigh* Who the hell told Chris Brown he was sexy? WHO? (A fourteen year old, no doubt.) Don't get me wrong, the little boy is cute and all but I do not ever again in my life want to see his scrawny ass shirtless and grinding, looking like he still got Similac on his breath. He got an alright body for somebody in middle school or ninth grade. Stop, put your shirt back on! Watching this made me feel like I was watching child pornography. *Shudders* More disturbing is this isn't just a video, this is an one of those tour videos so this homo erotic act is part of his tour. Tsk, tsk, tsk... I thought Chris Brown was for the children. I also want it to be known that Chris Brown is not slick, he jacked some moves from a Backstreet Boy and Usher. *Regular Sigh* I shouldn't really be talking though since I put him on this list. (Side Note: Chris Brown moves like he's either still or virgin or doesn't know what he's doing.)

2. Wyclef Jean - "If I Was President"

I feel like I'm supposed to get some sort of message from this video... But I don't. I'm going to go watch it one more time and see if I missed something. (K, back.) Yeah, I don't get it. Why is he even hypothetically talking about him being president? He's not running. He's not a natural born citizen. I am lost. I don't even have much to say because this video is so far off in the WTFery zone.

3. Tabi Bonney - "Beat Rock"

*Deepest Sigh* I don't know if you necessarily know who Tabi Bonney is if you're not from the DMV (D.C., Maryland, and Virginia -- I will never explain it again.) Basically, Tabi Bonney is a bamma who has made a big ol bammafied album with a bunch of bammafied videos but for some reason, MTV Jams keeps playing his shit. I don't know how or why his videos get in rotation but they do. In real life, I've only met one person who ever said they liked Tabi Bonney's music and her opinion didn't matter to me at the time because she was one of them people allegedly from DC who acts like they know everything (if you're from around here you know what I mean.) I don't understand this video. He's running, semi-Forrest Gump style then there's some beatin of the feet. I have no idea why this man or his videos exist. Anyway, I wanted to like Tabi Bonney... I did. But with him turning "Lunchin" (a song about my personal favorite slang word) into "Syce It" (and being on roller skates in that video), I don't think I can try to force non-hatred anymore. His music sucks donkey balls and his videos are even worse. (Side Note: LMAO @ all the people who hate Wale for saying he's from DC and they're okay with Tabi Bonney reppin for them. FOR SHAME.)

Things I Should Probably Keep To Myself [1/3191987]

((I'd like to say that my lack of updating is at least in part due to the BITCHASSNESS my immune system is showing. I am still combating this possibly fatal... cold.))

Though I like to think of myself as unprecedented (thanks Cara), I'm sure there are people out there at least somewhat like me. I don't know any of these people but if you're out there and you come across this danish... TELL ME. I want to know who else is all jacked up in the brain. Anyway, in continuing with my theme of posting things that do no better mankind or make too much sense or make me seem intelligent, I present Things I Should Probably Keep To Myself. (I'll even put pictures because I feel everything is better with pictures.)

1. I hate being called African-American.I realize that I'm probably not supposed to say this/think this and that I may piss off a whole rack of black people while saying this BUT... I've been pissing black people off my entire life so why not now? (Side Note: The Field Negro had a discussion over whether to capitalize the b when speaking on black people and I said I didn't know if I did or not, apparently I don't.) Something about being called "African-American" has always rubbed me the wrong way... I'm going to guess this is because I didn't know very many black people growing up and the black people I do know (familial and otherwise) do not use this terminology. It could also have something to do with that James Brown song and how I can remember being no more than 3 or 4, screaming, "I'M BLACK AND I'M PROUD!" every time a certain commercial played a piece of the song. With that being said, I've pretty much only been called African-American by white people and I don't like it... I actually think it's racist as hell. If I were from, say, Nigeria or my parents were or hell... even my grandparents were I could maybe stomach it but actually my parents are from California (dad) and Louisiana (mom) and I am from Louisiana/Maryland. My grandparents are from California (paternal grandfather), Japan (paternal grandmother), Texas (maternal grandfather), and Louisiana (maternal grandmother). I could keep going back and back and back but I'm only going to find people from the United States, Japan, and some people from France. To me, this means I am not African. I know very little of African culture and neither do any of my relatives. I know that at least part of my ancestry stems from somewhere in Africa (or so it is to be assumed) but with slavery, how am I to know how much? Why can't I be just an American because, after all, isn't that what I am? Why is it necessary to attach the African to my American title? Because I'm black? Because my skin is non-white? I rarely hear the terms European-American or more specifically French-American, English-American, Italian-American, German-American, etc. I can be honest and say that I don't know how this African-American thing came into play as the PC word of choice to categorize us Negroes but I will say (just as I told my white 9th grade government teacher) that every time I see a white person struggling to remember to say "African-American" instead of "black" it's like they're trying to remember not to call me a "nigger" either... Or at least that's how it feels.

2. I want a "little person."

There's probably no right way to say this, but I want a "little person" a.k.a. a "dwarf" or a "midget" (though "midget" is not generally preferred despite the reclamation efforts of "Midget Mac"). I can't help it, I think little people are cute as hell. (I KNOW, I KNOW!) I don't know what's wrong with me, even as a small child I was mystified by little people. My mom would scold, "Don't stare!" And I'd whisper, "I'm sorry mommy but they're so cute! I want one." My mother would then roll her eyes and say, "Jasmine! They're people, not pets!" Believe me people, I know little people are not pets! I swear this! But every time I see one the first thought that pops into my head is, "I want one!" This is followed by internally yelling at myself, "THAT IS NOT RIGHT! YOU ARE FUCKED UP! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF EVERY TIME SOMEONE SAW A BLACK PERSON THEY SAID TO THEMSELVES, 'I WANT ONE!'?" I don't usually answer myself but I guess I wouldn't like that very much but I can't help my natural love of the cuteness of little people. Similarly, when I see babies I think they're the cutest thing in the whole world and think, "Ooo! I want one!" but I won't be having a baby either. I should probably talk to my therapist about this.

I think I'll let that be it for this post because it's already long enough.


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Def Poetry Jam Post [3/11191986]

Duality Duel
(The Nerd vs. The Nigger)
I think the poem speaks for itself.

Someone get Rihanna a Xanax, STAT!

OH EM GEE!

Apparently Beyoncé & Jay-Z might have gotten married yesterday. Hmm... I won't comment on the whole wtfery of their relationship (his face and her face, mismatch!) but I do chose to comment on two things that are very important:

1. What about Ri-Ri?

Every since the alleged Grammy's hoopla of her putting Jay on BLAST, rumors about he and Ri-Ri have cooled putting more focus on Ri-Ri and other men. How is Ri-Ri handling the news? Several reports of the guest list at this alleged wedding, no Rihanna reported so far. I don't really care what she's doing... Let me be honest with you. I just hope this means that without Jay influence (being that he left Def-Jam and all) and without him ramming her down our throats... MAYBE SHE'LL DISAPPEAR AND I WON'T HAVE TO SPEND ANOTHER SUMMER CRINGING AT EACH NOTE THAT SHE MISSES... I'd just not listen but it's kind of impossible to tell other people which stations to listen to in their cars.

2. Will they have children?
(Heeeyyy you guyssss!)

Okay, I'm not going to lie -- I don't think Jay-Z should ever... EVER... EVA EVA EVA procreate. He's got a face that only Beyoncé (bitch is brainwashed, I swear) could love. Can you imagine being an innocent little baby and opening your eyes up and seeing THAT FACE on a regular basis? CRUEL. I don't like that I see that face on a regular basis. Let's be real here... Jay-Z spreading his seed is a disservice to mankind. Any and all future children will indubitably be ugly if they are indeed his children. This is why I didn't believe that business about his alleged son -- little boy is not hideous or really even ugly at all therefore logic and watching Maury says to me it can't be his. If they do decide to have little deformed looking babies I do hope they look nothing like this:

Life Updates Part II

THIS WARRANT'S IT'S OWN POST!!!
(It's the little milestones that mean so much.)My mom went for a mammogram yesterday morning and everything looked lovely. :) THIS IS WONDERFUL NEWS. One year ago, my mother went for a mammogram and then another and then a biopsy and then she was told she had breast cancer. Then she told me and then my world fell apart. My mother was only supposed to have part of her breast removed but that turned into a whole breast. Initial thought was that she wouldn't need chemotherapy because she was "Stage 0" or DCIS but that turned into too many cancer cells found in the surrounding lymph nodes and maybe we shouldn't do the breast reconstruction surgery until you talk to the oncologist. Six chemotherapy treatments, eight additional months of hormone therapy, six weeks of radiation that turned into eight because she had radiation burns that I had to get up at six in the morning to dress, pills (probably for the rest of her life), lymphoedema caused by the large amount of lymph nodes they had to remove along with her breast and the physical therapy sessions because there is no cure for it... ALL OF THE TIMES SHE COULDN'T SHOWER DRESS HERSELF OR PUT LOTION ON HERSELF, THE SURGICAL DRAIN THAT I HAD TO DRESS AND EMPTY AND TAKE INVENTORY ON TWO TO FOUR TIMES A DAY, ALL OF THE TEARS WE CRIED, ALL OF THE TIMES I WAS TERRIFIED, TO THE BOTTLES OF ALCOHOL I DOWNED, TO THE LOSS OF THE REST OF MY INNOCENCE, FIGHTS WITH FAMILY MEMBERS... Constipation from too many steroids and pain killers and the enema given to relieve it.... The hair loss, my tears, and the beauty of what's growing back... The toll all of this has taken on the life of the most beautiful woman I have ever known and the way I went from acting like I was 15 to being at least a semi-adult in a manner of weeks has all been worth it to hear her tell me there were not irregularities this time. I cry from the happiness that she seems to have made. :')

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Life Updates Part I

I have not really been inspired to write lately. Well, that's kind of a lie because I have AT LEAST 5 danishes that I started in draft mode. This week has not been a good one for me. In case you didn't know, I've been sick (for what feels like, FOREVER) and it's cutting into my lifestyle. I thought I was going to get this nice gubment job and get paid nice gubment money but, sadly, no soy fluida en español so the job will likely go to some inmigrante o boricua instead (bitter much? YES!). I guess it's back to my other job prospects. I've got man problems! (Don't we all?) I won't dig too deep into that though. In conjunction with my illness, I am currently suffering from nature's cruelty to women and heavily medicating myself to cope with the pain involved with it.
Worst of all, my favoritest cousin in the whole widest world has ovarian cancer. This is where the tears start to flow as I write this. I forget how long she's had it because she waited AT LEAST a year to tell people but I found out sometime in the fall of 2007. First they told her 12-18 months, now they say no more than 6 months. I stand paralyzed and frozen at the thought of a life without her... The distance between Louisiana and Maryland is already too far. She has a daughter... A six year old daughter who is smart and beautiful and amazing and does not deserve this. My cousin does not deserve this. I do not deserve this. Excuse my selfishness, but why me? Sometimes, I look on my life and I wonder if I am a curse? There's more involved in why I say that but I won't get into that -- Things reveal themselves in time anyway. I just wish... That it were me instead of her. I don't live in RACIST ASS Hammond, LA and I don't have a daughter and I wouldn't have hesitated to let them rip my ovaries out with the initial diagnosis! I would have said fuck it, I've been begging for a hysterectomy for years anyway! Sometimes I'm mad at her and I don't think that's the right way to feel but what is the right way to feel? I'm just so hurt. I'm so tired. I'm tired of nothing ever going right and nothing ever being okay. I thought to myself yesterday, this is how people become alcoholics and drug addicts because being numb is better than hurting all the time... But I snap out of it. I wish I were religious because maybe then I would think to pray. I just want her to have a chance. I can do this cancer thing again if the results are the same... If, just like my mom, she comes out okay. I know this is not certain, because nothing is ever certain in life... Just like the doctor cannot hand my 24 year old cousin a death sentence because he/she does not know. Nobody knows. She's switched doctors, maybe the tests results will all come back that her tumors are benign and they just need to remove them. Maybe... Maybe... This is all a bad dream.

I don't know why I just wrote all of that.


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Lisa "Mixtape" Turtle [3/95454521545]

I am a woman (a black woman at that) so that means I have man problems. I thought I should dedicate a mixtape to something familiar -- broken-hearted women. I am about to start a She-Woman Men Haters Club because men suck. This mixtape takes you through the stages of a heartbreak :

1. The First Signs/Trouble in paradise.
2. How can this be? *Tears* This can't be happening. I won't let you go.
3. Confused... Should I stay or should I go?
   
4. Acceptance/Finding the strength to say goodbye.
   
5. I'll be just fine fine fine fine fine. (Whoo!)

All the songs featured are by women only because I wanted to tell the story through the perspective of women (though I love many heartbreak songs by men.) So now I present, From A Woman's Perspective (Man Problems).Get it here.

1. Till It Happens To You - Corinne Bailey Rae
2. Key To My Heart - Danity Kane
3. Foolish Games - Jewel
4. Dickhead - Kate Nash
5. You'll Lose A Good Thing - Barbara Lynn
6. Take A Bow - Madonna
7. The Way That I Love You - Ashanti
8. You Made A Fool Of Me - Me'Shell NdegéOcello
9. Get Along With You - Kelis
10. Silly - Deniece Williams
11. Green Eyes - Erykah Badu
12. Back To Life (How Ever Do You Want Me)
13. I Don't Wanna - Aaliyah
14. Ain't No Way - Aretha Franklin
15. Walk Away - Christina Aguilera
16. My Love - Ciara
17. Goodbye - Alicia Keys
18. The Heart Of The Matter - India.Arie
19. Breakdown (Feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony) - Mariah Carey
20. Rolling Down My Face - Amerie
21. What About Us? - Brandy
22. Ring Da Bell - Monica
23. Green Light - Beyoncé
24. Why Should I Be Sad - Britney Spears