| Know Your Role. |

I can write verse out the dome
before it hits the lips and
spews out the mouth
in hymns...
I can blast society in
pen strokes and keynotes
and edit for black conscious folk/
sites that write about
the disapora in diversity...
I can
speak quintuplets in language
and bandage your wounds
by cussing you out in one
dialect
and saving your ego in the next
without breaking a sweat --
and that's cuz I'm
the
intellectual.
Always there for
stimulating conversation
but never igniting
admiration of
some physical appreciation
because
'she's too deep to even
notice that'...
I say think again.
Girls that drown in books
often drown in tears
when their beds are empty
and their friends
and leave them for
the swaggering hips
and flowing hair
that seems to
swing in the air.
Air heads who do their duty
enticing savory eyes
sucking sore for candy and
diabetics in
vision needing
an insulin fix
of pretty,
pretty
dumb in the end
really.

But
I'm
the intellectual.
And
i'm too deep for that.
Better if I write
a poem than
express these thoughts over the phone,
(hmm....)

Just thought I'd lay it out
on the line...
minus the dialtone.


(c) Revolt 2k6


Shalom, chaverim and Oyasumi nasai.


Current e-Motions: *shrugs*
Wikked Riddims: Amel Larrieux - Morning - "Unanswered Questions" ...ha, they're definitely answered now.