OK, I PUT THIS POEM TOGETHER BASED ON THE TITLES ON THE FIRST PAGE OF DESTEE'S "GET YOUR FLOW ON." THESE ARE THE TITLES OF YOUR POEMS(as of 9:15pm central time) PUT INTO ONE. I EXCLUDED MINE (WHERE'S YO EMERGENCY) ....WHEW. DON'T KNOW WHAT I GOT MYSELF INTO, BUT HERE IT IS. I took "2 steps Back" to "Drop the real." "I'm giving this page a transfusion of my thoughts" so you can really feel. The "Saturday Rain" made me "think twice" about "the ReEvolution of me." I closed my eyes and felt "Joy,Pure Bliss" but for some reason it was so "Bittersweet>" My "defiance" told me that "Honest Clings" to NO ONE. "Just Because" "Of You," I'm "Trying my best" not to live life numb. I wrote "A letter to Poetry," telling her there's "a lot more to come." I had to let her know this is "spiritual warfare." This mission of mine isn't about "Artistic Purpose," this is about my spirit, so I have to prove I care. Cause I can see God in the "one legged man" "down by da riverside." He smiled a chipped tooth smile and made my heart cry. "I wanna be" in the days "when we used to break dance." I wish I lived in the days of Afro's and all the "I'm Black & Proud" chants with out the question mark. We're back to standing at start. I need to "borrow" a cup of your revolution. Cause I feel this game we're coming close to losin'. I feel "betrayed" because we're not fighting hard enough. We're "throwing game" plans out the window. Sending warnings on the "broken arrow." We no longer are going to live our lives "untitled." "Untitle life" and know this will be "Defiance revised." Trust in him, he'll lead us away from this pain and disarray. "He is" your light, your soul and the "fragrance" of your being. I'll do more than "Stay Black and Die," no need to worry about that. Cause "DAG" this "Poetry is like eating cake." It may taste good, but don't let it determine your fate. This may be a "short keystyle" for some, but I need you all to look deeper into my words. "May hope" "always have" "a love poem." It's not my Heat...now it's yours."