Since the 20th is coming up I might meet fate and partake in the chance to wake a dreamer. Remember these terrible follies and stop shaming ourselves as human beings. It can seem even the most awake has the ides of March in their eyes. This terrible malady truly places them in a snit, fit to fall in such a terrible trap. These societal jaws tear flesh from maws or toy with one. I ask you not to forget and be well met to keep a light on and your eyes upon more than the form.
Alas I tell the story for those who tary on the ugly score, face gone fallow with a pallor that would make noblewomen wince. Since I elaborate too much I indulge you to listen to this tale. You will wail if human consciousness is not wisp or only on the list.
He tells you you don’t mean spit, one piece, a bit of a word would be wasted on you. I’m an emcee and I care…Injustice? Trust us that we’ll bust, pop off the clutch to defend. Hand in hand with the ACLU we’ll pursue. Emcees speak truth to power and salty individuals who make hefty residuals.
Our pull can be unique, because WE more than anyone speak for the street. Fuck anyone who doesn’t call you a woman and passes God’s Judgement at this dawn on you. I feel a profound disrespect and most assuredly no check or bill will pass between us.
People seem so presumptuous and arrogant but no words sell eloquence. Sure for some I’d find a reticence. Other foam at the mouth to where one who is kind would say they’ve lost their mind. Hate ate away at their brain like Syphilis. Rage and anger ensconced in a smug mug, a few talking points justifying and twisting like an Olympic Gymnast but still they persist. This is why said woman deserves not to be talked about or appreciated as a human being. I bet if I met you on the street you’d beat fleet feet not to have an argument or a reasoned debate. Reason?! In a passionate, real debate, I cannot even contemplate this.
Just let it please fall away. God or whatever being SHE can feel, let this become real. A Kimono, body glitter, whatever floats your boat. Stop this moat that creates innumerable obstacles between us. Labels have a relevance for categorization as a brief, BRIEF summation but what happens when we stop analyzing their personal situation? They are human beings and not Eta as you would imply. Reach down deep where you fear to tread and lead yourself out of the dark. I hope I’ve made my mark, if you need help I won’t hesitate to rush without so much as a blush.
When it comes down to it at the core, beauty is genderless and scores many forms. Intelligence and a quick wit is one. A Brit I know has it down pat, not nearly so daft, take you to the mat. Verbal does e does, I pity any fool who thinks to her quarter given will live afterwards then. Born a man, is a woman. Let’s repeat…. Born a man, is a woman. Look below the surface, what your first glance might have purchased. Still some you will run…for cover like Danny Glover in “Lethal Weapon”.
Step out I beseech, feel the sun’s rays for days on end. Rank and foetor will get you sickness after sickness. This rank ichor infests your every pore.
At the end feel it release, this stress from hate and every corner. Since this verse is fully over I will leave you with a few names over the last year who have died from hate and arrogant for you to contemplate…

I wrote this back for the Day Of Remembrance and performed it on "Open Mic" night around campus.