Breathe

when will I breathe
again?
when will I inhale your scent
lie in your arms
make love to your words
with each action verb
be submerged in your verse
for better or worse
from day till night
and A to Z
when
will
I
breathe...
again?

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Family Reciprocity at its Finest

Help that woman, Lord
You know I tried to
I offered her what I had
My love, sentiment, concern and empathy
But apparently-
I am still all kinds of Bitches...
She brought a friend, unannounced
Which was cool wit me
I just want everybody to have a happy and care free time
But no one can explain the insane's mind
And you brought more food
I didn't want you to, but that's how you do
She wouldn't even consider that to be rude
So we dine and sip and you make nice
But you're really in a frenzy-
A frenzied state of mind
I dare say it was too much wine
But your aggressive nature is impossible to dissuade once you're there anyway
So
I just let you be...you
I did what I did from my heart most kindly
I just keep trying to lock this family together
A strong tightly braided weave of a family tree
It seems like the only one who cares is me
But others too, just like she
Think it must be fun to be who I be
But really, its a lot of Bullshit too
Really it is
But nobody can see it
They see only what they need from me
Not what I have been trying to do and be all along
But hey- that's family reciprocity at its finest...

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Bullshit

I don't know why I'm feelin' the way I'm feelin'
Could be 'cuz of all the bullish with what I'm dealin'
I need healin'
And the promise of a new beginin'...

I'm in need of much
Yet still, I have much to give
Even without the promise to 'life give'
...Maybe I can't even have kids...

I hurt and I love
I give and I receive
I devote what I have
But there are things that I need....

I'm sure and uncertain
Confident yet nervous
I seek my passion
But don't know my purpose...

I feel worthless
But worthy all at the same time
Wonderin' what the fuck is going on
Can't explain the crazy ramblings in my mind...

I want to tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
So I dream these crazy things
And to the world I grow cold...

its all bullshit. really...

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I Like My Breasts Free

They put us in glass boxes
And empty rooms with glass ceilings
We conform to make our ends, and we learn to muffle our feelings
Their inventions age into Standards, and they sell us their finest wine for a fee
No prison for this Queen
'Cause I like my Breasts free...

They applaud our independance at first
Then tell us we are now too proud
Our voices once unheard are now suddenly too loud
Make sure you please the people
No heels too high, and no skirt above the knee
I wear no bra to imprison my womanhood
'Cause I like my Breasts free...

Jiggle jiggle with hard nipples, let them bounce naturally
I am every bit of my roots- I'm Nappy happily
I'm not ashamed of their smallness
Despite their size, they stand as firm and tall as mountain peaks
They're embarassed or jealous of my freedom
'Cause I like my Breasts free...

Big or small, short or tall, even if one is size 'A' and the other 'B'
They are our imperfect perfections
They belong to you, they belong to me

Our country has learned to dictate through mandate
While they masterbate themselves to higher power
I'm not ashamed of my nakedness and I look in the mirror after my shower

So if you think I need a bra
Then I will tell you you need to be imprisoned
My mind is mine, as is my body and they will never take my vision

They try to smother what they don't understand
I'm just evolving into the best Me
I know who and what I am...

...And I just happen to like my Breasts to be free.

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