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)
