I want to believe in my bones.
I want to believe that beneath the
voluptuous, intellectual pleasure zone
is the strength of a goddess.
I want to believe that beneath the
voluptuous, intellectual pleasure zone
is the strength of a goddess.
And I'll no longer believe in issues
but in subjects
that I can control.
And I'll no longer be beholden to them,
but I believe that I will be something to behold.
With my chest exposed
I want there to be a tattoo on my clavicle that reads:
"Bad to the Bone"
So you see that messing with me
ain't no mutha fuckin' joke.
Cuz I infiltrate like smoke
So you better watch out Stupidity
And stay on your toes Ignorance
and just start breathing heavy
Almost-Soon-to-be-Former President Bush!
So you better watch out Stupidity
And stay on your toes Ignorance
and just start breathing heavy
Almost-Soon-to-be-Former President Bush!
Because Fruit Loops ain't got nothing on me!
I keep my belly full on the passion of Malcolm
And the endurance of Mandela
The courage of Harriet
And the self righteousness of Sojourner
Ready for war with a skeletal army of one
And I have NEVER
felt
stronger
felt
stronger
2 comments:
there are many laters to your poem and they keep infiltrating me...
love it
Cindy, your poetry is so meaningful and resonating... thank you for sharing your spirit with the universe.- Timika
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