static

she's tall for her age

no more than two dozen plus four

silently slithers slowly to the stage

watch your step! remember first impressions

caressing that mic like it's Oscar night's speech 

speak. images, Apollo's show-time in her mind space

nervousness, anxiety, hello panic attack, the pressure

should she? lights dimming, she commands the air's attention

at last. silence. takes her four quick breaths five seconds to begin

there she's trying to think whether they can see her hesitation, her 

self doubt.  tells herself "go on sister girl, it's your show, your time..rhyme"

spew beats the Beatnuts would wanna wreck, better yet rhyme harder, stronger

heartbeat louder than the bass guitar playing in the back you'd think it was a heart solo

finally, fear's facade fades, this Goddess let's her tongue speak her truth that has been tied

her words, her thoughts, her feelings, her core, her fears, her pains, her loves, lovers, her joys

she talked the talk to back up that walk that led her on that stage in the first place 

she engages, she enrages, paints pictures so her message can be relayed later to others

she dangerously dances with themes that they can relate to,  can feel so this ex-

perience is also so real to them, she shoots them with her agony's aim, bang!

she electrifies their energies with her passion, damn! they shout out 

say it again.  she's getting high off their synergy and wants to stay

wants to absorb as much of the atmosphere as she can

wants to get inspiration and go again right there

ye, second round usually lasts longer, stronger

she's a stronger woman five minutes later

since those words left her lip's lisp

guess her height knew her secret.

(started 06/16/08 finished just now)