Jamila Woods Bio
Jamila woods is an american singer, songwriter and poet born in Chicago, Illinois, USA who is best known for her collaborative work with Chance The Rapper on the hit song “Sunday Candy” and “Blessings”.
Jamila Woods Age
Jamila was born on October 6, 1989 and is currently 28 years old as of 2018.
Jamila Woods Family|Early Life
There isn’t much information about jamila’s family nor her past life though it is known that she graduated from St. Ignatius College Prep and Brown University, where she received a BA in Africana Studies and Theater & Performance Studies.
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Jamila Woods Career
Poetry
Jamila published her first book back in 2012 entitled “The Truth About Dolls”.
She was also also one of three editors of The Breakbeat Poets Volume II, entitled Black Girl Magic. The 2018 publication is an anthology of poetry by contemporary Black women, “exploring themes of beauty, unapologetic blackness, intersectionality, self-definition, and more.”
Community organizing
She is also the artistic director of Young Chicago Authors (YCA) an organization in chicago dedicated to uplifting the voices of the youth through art and mentorship.
Jamila helps organize Louder Than a Bomb, the world’s largest youth poetry slam festival. She also facilitates poetry workshops and creates curriculum for Chicago Public Schools.
Music
Jamila is famous for her collaboration with famous chicago rapper “Chance the Rapper” on the hit song “Sunday Candy” from the album “Surf” as well as hit song “Blessings” from the album “Coloring Book”.
Jamila Performing on Stage
She also featured on macklemore’s “White Privilege II” THEN SIGNED TO Chicago’s independent Hip-Hop label “Closed Sessions”.
Jamila released her debut album HEAVN on her SoundCloud page on July 11, 2016 to critical acclaim. The album features collaborations with Chance the Rapper, Noname, Saba, Lorine Chia, Kweku Collins and Donnie Trumpet.
Jamila Woods Net Worth
Jamila has an estimated net worth of 300,000 dollars as of 2019.
Jamila Woods Personal Life
Jamila is somewhat secretive about her personal life but this information will be updated soon.
Jamila Woods Songs
- Lsd
- Holy
- Blk Girl Soldier
- Vry Blk
- Giovanni
- Zora
- Lonely
- Bubbles
- Way Up
- Emerald Street
- Stellar
- In My Name
- Breadcrumbs
- Lately
- Heavn
- Good Morning
- Assata’s Daughters
- Eve
- Still
- Always Loving
- Popsicle
- Sun Ra
- Muddy
- Betty
- Basquiat
- Octavia
- Frida
- Sonia
- Miles
- Baldwin
- The Times I’m Not There
- Eartha
Jamila Woods Albums
- Heavn
- LEGACY! LEGACY!
- Nat Love
Jamila Woods’ Heavn
Heavn is the debut studio album by American singer-songwriter Jamila Woods. It was released on July 7, 2016 through Jagjaguwar.
Jamila’s Heavn album
Jamila Woods’ LEGACY! LEGACY!
This is jamila’s new album which is set to be released on May 1oth, 2019.
Legacy Legacy Album cover
Jamila Woods Holy Lyrics
Holy
Help me to walk alone ahead
Though I walk through the darkest valley I will fear no love
Oh my smile my mind reassure me I don’t need no one
With my mind set on loving me
Woke up this morning with my mind set on loving me
With my mind set on loving me
I’m not lonely, I’m alone
And I’m holy by my own
I’m not lonely, I’m alone
And I’m holy by my own
The lover may leave
The winter may not
Hey, the map of your palms
The temple you be
You’re all that you got
Oh my smile my mind reassure me I don’t need no one
Nobody completes me, don’t mess with my stuff
My cup is full up, what I got is enough
Nobody completes me, don’t mess with my love
Surely, surely, surely, surely goodness and mercy
Shall follow me
Shall follow me
Shall follow me
Jamila woods poems
Beverly, huh.
you must be
made of money.
your parents
must have grown
on trees.
bet you’re black
tinged with green.
bet you sleep
on bags of it.
bet your barbies
climb it.
bet you never
wanted.
bet you never
had to ask.
bet you golf.
bet you tennis.
bet you got
a summer house.
bet you got
a credit card
for your 5th birthday.
bet you played
with bills for toys.
bet you chew
them up
for dinner.
bet you spit
your black out
like tobacco
that’s why you talk so
bet you listen to green day.
bet you ain’t never heard of al.
bet your daddy wears a robe
around the house.
bet his hands are soft as a frog’s belly.
bet your house is on a hill.
bet the grass is freshly cut.
bet you feel like a princess.
bet the police protect your house.
bet you know their first names.
bet your house has a hundred rooms.
bet a black lady comes to clean them.
Daddy Dozens
My Daddy’s forehead is so big, we don’t need a dining room
table. My Daddy’s forehead so big, his hat size is equator. So
big, it’s a five-head. Tyra Banks burst into tears when she seen
my Daddy’s forehead. My Daddy’s forehead got its own area code.
My Daddy baseball cap got stretch marks. My Daddy pillowcase
got craters. His eyebrows need GPS to find each other. My Daddy
forehead lives in two time zones. Planets confuse my Daddy forehead
for the sun. Couch cushions lose quarters in the wrinkles in my Daddy
forehead. My Daddy so smart, he fall asleep with the movie on and
wake up soon as the credits start to roll. My Daddy so smart, he
perform surgery on his own ingrown toenail. Momma was not
impressed, but my Daddy got brains. My Daddy know exactly
how to drive me to my friend’s house without lookin at no map.
My Daddy born here, he so smart, he know the highways like
the wrinkles in his forehead. He know the free clinics like the gray
hairs on his big ass head. My Daddy so smart, he wear a stethoscope
and a white coat. My Daddy drive to work in a minivan only slightly
bigger than his forehead, that’s just how my Daddy rolls. My Daddy
got swag. My Daddy dance to “Single Ladies” in the hallway.
My Daddy drink a small coffee cream and sugar. My Daddy
drink a whole can of Red Bull. My Daddy eat a whole pack
of sour Skittles and never had a cavity. My Daddy so smart,
he got a pullout couch in his office. Got a mini fridge there too.
Got a cell phone, and a pager, and a email address where I can leave
him messages when he’s not at home. My Daddy’s not home.
Momma saves a plate that turns cold.
But when my Daddy does come home, he got a office
in his bedroom too. Computer screen night light,
Momma says she can’t sleep right, but my Daddy
got work, my Daddy at work, at home, in the attic,
with the TV on, in the dark, from the front yard,
through the windows, you can see him working, glass
flickering, my house got its own forehead, glinting, sweaty,
in the evening, while my Daddy at work, at home,
in his own area code,
a whole other time zone.
Ghazal for White Hen Pantry
beverly be the only south side you don’t fit in
everybody in your neighborhood color of white hen
brown bag tupperware lunch don’t fill you
after school cross the street, count quarters with white friends
you love 25¢ zebra cakes mom would never let you eat
you learn to white lie through white teeth at white hen
oreos in your palm, perm in your hair
everyone’s irish in beverly, you just missin’ the white skin
pray they don’t notice your burnt toast, unwondered bread
you be the brownest egg ever born from the white hen
pantry in your chest where you stuff all the Black in
distract from the syllables in your name with a white grin
keep your consonants crisp, coffee milked, hands visible
never touch the holiday-painted windows of white hen
you made that mistake, scratched your initials in the paint
an unmarked crown victoria pulled up, full of white men
they grabbed your wrist & wouldn’t show you a badge
the manager clucked behind the counter, thick as a white hen
they told your friends to run home, but called the principal on you
& you learned Black sins cost much more than white ones
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