I am left dangling from your unknown participles Your webster/oxnard/thesauricals can not define me Too hard to read in between the lines The font size no longer hides I try to exist in my own soul But some spirit is selfish Serving only ego While my voice is finally getting loud enough Loud enough to be heard My verbs finally action packed In fact I run I dance I sway I talk sssshhhhhh..... I keep it real As real as talking ssshhhhhh....will allow I play hard Well hardly foreplay Ain't playing Been trying to keep it hard From the time nobody was listening My voice is finally getting loud enough Loud enough to be heard I am an adverb I am an adjective I am strong I am Black I am Beautifully Black & Strong I am Black beautiful strong I am mother & spirit & motherly I nuture birth pains of having No beautiful Black strong babies Still born I am Freedom cries I am ancesterol I am still bearing ancesterol freedom cries My voice is finally getting loud enough Loud enough to be heard I am Deep Like nile rivers & underground railroads & middle passages & runaways slaves & plantation prodegies (now called projects) Ain't that hella deep? Dychotomy Deeply surpresses me Into the Black whole Where I suppose I forgot how deep The Bullsssshhhhhhh.... Has buried the pain Star spangles shame My scars are deep Like what good is a mule If you ain't got 40 acres And rather smoke weed Than pull them off your land Like what good is 40 acres If a mule is the stubborn man Who can move in But ain't trying to be no husband Now, ain't that deep? Is my voice finally loud enough? Loud like rap music Loud like downtown traffic Loud like lime green nails & blonde ponytails & knowing neither is real Loud enough to tell my father Who is God Which makes me Godlike Which makes me perfect Which makes it perfectly God like For my voice to finally be loud enough to tell I'm telling on all the ******* Who like being called ****** Secrets ancestors spoke Ain't cried yet for the death Of your love ones Picnics celebrating strange fruit Hanging at county fairs Good nappy hair -permed -weaved Who you trying to deceive? Me or yourself? Fairskin or red bone Both tones of Blackness Reminisce not on my people Who were raped Who were killed Still the residuals of slavery spilled Into a people that don't even know Who they are Red Blood Blue Cousins White Master's Degree For the Breed of Brothahs & Sistahs The greed that make Warriors into gangs Same thang! Same thang! N*gger Negro Colored Black Back to Afro African? American? ******? Niggahs? ******? DO YOU HEAR ME? My voice is finally loud enough to be heard! Or am I left dangling from your unknown participles? ARE YOU LISTENING? I didn't think so. Maybe my voice isn't as loud as I thought.... Now, that's deep.