I’m not a rapper or a rhymer
I refuse to be defined except as poet
I’m a social climber, not on a timer
I’m an old timer, been through a lot
I’m a writer, half-assed extrovert, an undercover introvert
I write all day till my hands hurt
Use a keyboard and mouse to type
Send out memos to me and everyone else,
So busy I go crazy
Live in a bluesday concert of my making
Try to avoid being hurt is like trying to avoid living
I indulge in frozen fruit parfait I make
Grab it! Life’s for the taking do our best to make it matter.
Proclaim! … Lives Matter!
I cry for lost dreams. Houses made of stone and glass, all wood inside the fame and fortune never gained, the way my heart has been maimed, my life tamed and bought at the corner store. Dreams estranged ~ caught up in the buzz of busy bees living day to day in a maze on a pension fund money I earned, not charity, driving safe in the slow zone. No airs or golden chalices standardized morphing of reality leave me to blaze on a hot day with no underwear. I fear living dead. Live in my head less than half of it never comes to be because I am alone, lost in a phone yet I want to be like Annie Malone and be me. I want to be her, still I see neither is he.
Change your tone; don't use your phone while we're having this conversation.
I want to be Annie Malone – the first Black woman in the US to take the world by storm.
Found her accidentally on the net while searching for my old colleague Annie Malone.
Blown away in awe, – Annie Malone was ahead of her time, born August 9, 1869 – A chime went off in my head to read…
American businesswoman, inventor and philanthropist, Annie Malone came from a simple life. Annie manufactured products revolutionizing hair care for Black woman. That’s my goal – be a hero, a superwoman, spokeswoman, for groups who appreciate a different kind of Annie Malone, a noblewoman, a strong secure woman, a give society-her due woman instead of suffering anxiety,
Gavin’s notoriety or mine. How much sobriety do you need to see the vitality? Like royalty live by misconception that insanity is the rule of the day. People say they want different, yet prefer compliancy, ignore morality impiously siding with majority, fear authority. Standing in a minority is gaining seniority. Gives me hope that one day we’ll be a supermajority and redevelop the meaning of authority. The Cherokees are the original owners yet were thrown away for currency.
Finally accept this is life and I’d rather do this then push up daisies
Keep all kinds of lists because the To Do’s persist
in running my existence while I attempt to stay cool ~be a shamanist
Get more abstractionist as I age, when I was younger, psychiatrists said I was too literal
Couldn’t see me being lyrical
I preach everyone’s crazy only some us don’t recognize how crazy we have become to survive.