Soullyricist
06-23-2003, 03:58 PM
Revitalizing my thoughts space
Dying to grasp my black, brown
Pen scribbled beckoned at how they nibble
At me true face
I place myself where I can be myself
Write myself
Stay myself
Forgetting who you are and why you
Hate my wealth
My Nubian intellect screaming out to your
Blank bound for my words hurting for my
Inks curves
You heard me before I wrote it
I felt it before I spoke it
So why am I broken at what you call my lexis
Why am I stressing on what you’d vote this
I devote my spirit to this
I quote every last note GOD gives me to list
And yet I stand erect with my hearts fists
Glaring at them with their despairing remarks
Without words they speak
She is Ms. But lacks total scholarly tactics of a true poetess
GOD bless this stress
I fail test after test of striving to be a poet with breast
Nevertheless
I’m still just this
A young black woman without a gift?
I just don’t get it
If I declare my strength as a silent spoken word artist
Then why do they continuously slit my wrist with
No talent
Be a lawyer or some ****
Cause you can’t make it in this business
But I am this business
An entrepreneur POETESS
I relinquish trying have what the world calls talent
I am gallant in my attempt to be me
So if his hers or your worldly eyes want to
Label my non ability
Then do that
© Tawanda Roberson
Dying to grasp my black, brown
Pen scribbled beckoned at how they nibble
At me true face
I place myself where I can be myself
Write myself
Stay myself
Forgetting who you are and why you
Hate my wealth
My Nubian intellect screaming out to your
Blank bound for my words hurting for my
Inks curves
You heard me before I wrote it
I felt it before I spoke it
So why am I broken at what you call my lexis
Why am I stressing on what you’d vote this
I devote my spirit to this
I quote every last note GOD gives me to list
And yet I stand erect with my hearts fists
Glaring at them with their despairing remarks
Without words they speak
She is Ms. But lacks total scholarly tactics of a true poetess
GOD bless this stress
I fail test after test of striving to be a poet with breast
Nevertheless
I’m still just this
A young black woman without a gift?
I just don’t get it
If I declare my strength as a silent spoken word artist
Then why do they continuously slit my wrist with
No talent
Be a lawyer or some ****
Cause you can’t make it in this business
But I am this business
An entrepreneur POETESS
I relinquish trying have what the world calls talent
I am gallant in my attempt to be me
So if his hers or your worldly eyes want to
Label my non ability
Then do that
© Tawanda Roberson