Click the video for the spoken word as this piece is done in that style.
I’ve got a rage in me
A lava-fire
and it’s growing
I'm sick of their shit
The dick-headed men
that paw
paw
pawed at me
when I was a child
No more
bare flesh
and giggles
The bosses I’ve had
that thought my time
was worth less than any ol’ Joe
coming in from the street
ready to give-it-a-go
over my experience and
time-served
but I always kept it all
afloat, silently, because
the bottom-line
is a corporate dime
and we’re all
corporate hoes
don’t you know?
No more
getting passed
over
The lovers that thought
it was cool when they
were hot and ready
to get it a go-go
going
I could put out
or get out
my value was the tightness
of my holes
that have become hateful
and ready to blow
No more
getting fucked
over
The friends that thought is was great
to have a feather like me
in their hat, a token
to be spoken of
and expected me to
take the high road
always a whisper
behind my back
and a “you are tribe, gurl”
as they laughed
on my account thinking they
were rad, well
now the well
is dry and the
lights are on
all you
grub-like spawn
can get your filth-on
without me
to feed upon
No more
trying to make it right
for others
No more
I break the seal
and spill the blood
I call out my true self
No more
Wanna see
how my lava-fire
flows now?
The tide is rising
and it's going to cover
your shit
I won't
Not anymore.
This is truly a spoken word piece done in that style.
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