begin..

hello world....
do you still have room for one of your forgotten sistas?
for one of your lost daughters who's slowly trying to pick up the
pieces slowly trying to walk on weak knees, trying to climb a moun-
tain with no fighting spirit. do you have time to listen to her
blues echo off the walls of her heart as she tries to hold on? seems
like they've been barriers all around this sista but hey world, don't
you miss her?

don't you wanna hear
her laughter coming through the kitchen, don't you wanna smell her
soul dancing in the streets of Manhattan, a kick ass smile lighting up
your vision, damn! you've would've sworn the sun lived in heaven. her
bright sight weaving a path her great grands would want to walk in.
metamorphosis.


when was the last time she felt something real?
how can you tell when a broken heart has been healed?
how is it that she knows how this and that feels,
truth is, she does....on a real.

she feels.

i miss her laughter the most, i miss her laughing at those corny
jokes, man, i miss who she was becoming...world, won't you let
her back in?