Say sista?
How much is it gon' cost you
To lend me your ear?
Brotha man?
What's the price for me to share
A slice of my life
Over this mic?
And just how many revolutions I got to start
To keep the applause coming?
How long are you going to keep the padlock
On my panties before you will grant me
The right to heal myself
Like Tupak, chill myself
With vicarious life of poetic psalm
Like Sonia I write
Like Sonia I do so
So I don't have to kill anyone
When I heard her words
Resounding through my mind
With the force of my own voice
I was shocked to hear them
I laughed to hear them
And was soothed to feel them
Wrap themselves around
My kind of fear of death
I ain't Martin been to the mountain top
Ain't fearing any man Luther
Seen the promised land King
Ain't ashamed to say
I fear death
But then I ain't subscribing
To a school of thought
That eases that sort of thing
I fear death; I do
Much the same way as
I feared the tippy pausin'
Eel skin squeak
Of my daddy's shoes
As he crept into my room
Lay atop of me spewing
Contradicktions
To the Christian stewardship
Rhetoric that first hipped me to
The difference between
Givers and takers
Talkers and doers
Fighters and the beaten
Ghetto Cinderellas and Drinking Dead Janes
And all the women in this room
Loving daddy's incapable of knowing the difference
Between
Loving a girl child and abusing her
Loving a woman and fucking her
Creating shame and fits of rage
His deaf ear fell on my kicking a screaming soul
as he dragged my limp body to a place
wear sun, moon and stars are never cast
Distorted lies,
threatening eyes, my tender thighs
Spread wide
Sex and death don the same mask
and love and war are the same
Thief in my temple of Innocence
Using this, Abusing this , Confusing this
Til only the devil remembered my name
then he adds blame to my shame
forsaking womanhood
with "Oooh, God damn you baby girl...
God Damn you for looking so good!"
The only daddy I've ever known
Killed me a little bit more each time
His sweet deacon minty tongue slipped
Into my speechless mouth
You'd better not never tell nobody but
Nobody but, Nobody but,,, Who?
Would listen to a Ghetto Girl Blue
Caught in red tape raptures
Whose only answer was another
Fostered, doctored, fake ass, getting paid family
Use the term loosely
The pad became my sister,
The pen my mother
The tape recorder, my brother
The news paper my ministry
And so I write
Freedom of words blew breath
Into me until I was revived
And now Punany saves my life
Keeping me alive, maybe save
someone else's life
A little rhyme at a time
So to all the third eye motherfuckers
Hating on my kind of fear of death
Hating on Punany yet loving GGB
Still not understanding me
Don't even own a gun or even possess a permit
Talking about Revolution, Revolution, Revolution
That's pure Rhetoric
Revolution that's pure rhetoric
Telling me don't you talk about Punany
Don't you talk about Punany
Don't talk about Punany!
Well fuck me!.. For wanting to make
Love ... Not war
And so I write, and so I write
Like Sonia Sanchez,
I write
So I don't have to
Kill anyone
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