Showing posts with label Drag. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drag. Show all posts

Saturday, November 5, 2011

But the Mirror Says "No" to Me


A busted door, a blurred vision
and so begins my blurry mission
though you wished for it all
you found yourself in free-fall
a burdened beast in your own time.

I do my damndest to keep free of your bond
But you involved my loves
and rushed your flood of tears into my pond
In here fish swim differently
we know what we see
and trouble around us becomes the "T"

But paths still taken, though heartless can rule
Your world is ill-grounded the paths can still move
waiting for your response
it banks on whether you're drunk, your needs, your wants

So a fire got started and flames were thrown
the brighter they burn the more that you've shown
machines can only preserve the past
they cannot make the future last

Stevie wrote the words to our movie
we played the parts she wasn't afraid to create
A Gold Dust Woman, and a Gypsy.
Who's right or wrong?
It's Rhiannon we all wish to be
But the Mirror Says "No" to Me.


Wednesday, August 31, 2011

For those who choose to exploit our sexuality, rather than celebrate our Divinity!


(Note: I wrote this after reading, on the Face, that one of the best entertainers I've ever seen got shade while buying nails at Walgreen's Pharmacy. I aint-a-havin' that! This one's for you, Sasha Belle!)

See a boy buying nails at the CVS
Wanna step to him like...
Like this whole day ain't been a test
I see your eyes are low
and your muggs are mean,
but don't treat that man
like he ain't a QUEEN!

He gets on the stage most ev'ry night
with 3-hours-a work
painted on his face, right!
Straps up them heels
laces up her bright gown.
Goes out to entertain his whole damn town!
With a message of love, and understanding, and truth:
hair so high she'll raise that roof!
She swallows the fear
and straps-on his pride
like without him the whole world wouldda died.

Now here's the T
I'm only startin' to spit mean:
Only reason that you laughin
'cuz your eyes be green.
Takes ten times the guts you got on your hand
to stand before a crowd and lead this land.
If you had the balls to do what she do,
if you had the talent to do what she do:
Then you'd be on stage, not slingin' discounts, Boo!