Ms. Badu’s ‘Telephone’ is ringing in my head. My glass of rum smoothly flows. Sip fast… and read slow.
If you receive this blindly, it’s because I wanted to… Well at least in my mind, uphold the last bit of integrity you might associate to me. Lest I see your reaction and face the reality that… it just isn’t so.
Without any more riddles or rhymes, schemes… or wasted time… let me reveal what these lines are meant to show. I need you. I need you to need me. I need you to need me but not to speak to me. Dream of me, but keep to yourself what you think of me. For if you reveal what you think… if you let go of that truth… well then we’ll both be in trouble.
For you see, I’m too high in my own sky to rise any higher or to an occasion that requires you being saved and me being the savior. Oddly, my only desire with you is to let the natural transpire. But … I… Wait…I’m sorry. Let me start at the beginning. That day… That night… whenever it was you might have maybe possibly seen, in me, the person of whom you daydream. That was not me. You see, I showed you the man you wanted to see. But that wasn’t for you. That was for me. And now, well now my makeup is running, and this mask is falling apart, my costume is off, and I just don’t have the heart to play that part anymore. So now, you see me. And this is not for me, this is for you.
So you see me now. This is me. Look at me. Here I am. I know the man in front of you is frightening… but yet still you feel his inviting gaze tantalizing and talking to your senses… telling them to “Stand Up… and Come To!”
See me.
See me Struggle.
See me Pray.
I prayed,
“God.
Thank you. I’m blessed. And now that that’s out of the way let me complain to you about this burden on my chest. Blah Blah Blah and, you’re God, so of course you know the rest. Make me The Man! Nah… Make me The Shit! So, I won’t have to be stressed and maybe I can talk to you a little less.”
Now what you just saw was very simple but you thought it complex. Standing, scratching your head as you appear vexed. Perplexed. Wondering, “How could he? Did he just? He must know that he was talking to God, while still he is only mortal, feeble flesh!”
And yes.
This is true. You are correct. But I told you earlier to keep your comments inside, bottled up and pressed. I’m fully aware of my outward arrogance, but what you don’t see is the man looking to God to find his way. The letter looking for its place in the alphabet.
And when you weren’t looking… he gave me the letter “S”.
At Six I woke.
Seven… I Snacked.
And in my day, I took a
Shit
Showered… With my Smell good and my Sex appeal
I Sensed a Spectacular day. Start to finish it did not disappoint. And so, the days go.
At some points, I Sat and Stared at the Stallions in full Stance in front of me.
At others, I Supplement those Sinful Sodomites for Salad Bites with Stephanie from marketing on the 10th floor. And after Supper… well I’d Shit, Shave, then Shower… and well.. there’d definitely be some Sex. Sucking on her Succulent nipples, lips, and neck.
And then
I’d snack, and subdued while smoking my cigarette, I’d relax.
See… Simple Simons may not see the beauty in that day and the days like it… but I do. And when instead of the outing or occasion with the crew, I prefer to stay at home and rendezvous with this brew, well its because… I do.
You see, I didn’t get:
Shot
Stabbed
Stalked
Or Stuck in traffic on the L.I.E.
And no I wasn’t:
Sorry
Or Sad
Just
Simply glad that I was not infected with an S.T.D.
No, none of that was me. Only the Satisfying “S” answerd my prayer. And to the oint of it…
“What does it have to do with me?” You might ask.
And I’ll respond:
“See honey, the only part of my days that have anything to do with you is the Sex… and well… truthfully… I’m learning to be pretty me-sufficient… And I mean that to say… I wish you life, love, and health… but for now, I’ll do it all by my motherfucking self.”
We need each other black people. I only wish I could’ve shared this with a girl named Beverly before my makeup wore off and she saw me. She was good to me… even after she saw under my disguise.
Grandma, tell Jesus not to forget about me when you meet him. And Say “hello” to Albert & Vernell please.
If you receive this blindly, it’s because I wanted to… Well at least in my mind, uphold the last bit of integrity you might associate to me. Lest I see your reaction and face the reality that… it just isn’t so.
Without any more riddles or rhymes, schemes… or wasted time… let me reveal what these lines are meant to show. I need you. I need you to need me. I need you to need me but not to speak to me. Dream of me, but keep to yourself what you think of me. For if you reveal what you think… if you let go of that truth… well then we’ll both be in trouble.
For you see, I’m too high in my own sky to rise any higher or to an occasion that requires you being saved and me being the savior. Oddly, my only desire with you is to let the natural transpire. But … I… Wait…I’m sorry. Let me start at the beginning. That day… That night… whenever it was you might have maybe possibly seen, in me, the person of whom you daydream. That was not me. You see, I showed you the man you wanted to see. But that wasn’t for you. That was for me. And now, well now my makeup is running, and this mask is falling apart, my costume is off, and I just don’t have the heart to play that part anymore. So now, you see me. And this is not for me, this is for you.
So you see me now. This is me. Look at me. Here I am. I know the man in front of you is frightening… but yet still you feel his inviting gaze tantalizing and talking to your senses… telling them to “Stand Up… and Come To!”
See me.
See me Struggle.
See me Pray.
I prayed,
“God.
Thank you. I’m blessed. And now that that’s out of the way let me complain to you about this burden on my chest. Blah Blah Blah and, you’re God, so of course you know the rest. Make me The Man! Nah… Make me The Shit! So, I won’t have to be stressed and maybe I can talk to you a little less.”
Now what you just saw was very simple but you thought it complex. Standing, scratching your head as you appear vexed. Perplexed. Wondering, “How could he? Did he just? He must know that he was talking to God, while still he is only mortal, feeble flesh!”
And yes.
This is true. You are correct. But I told you earlier to keep your comments inside, bottled up and pressed. I’m fully aware of my outward arrogance, but what you don’t see is the man looking to God to find his way. The letter looking for its place in the alphabet.
And when you weren’t looking… he gave me the letter “S”.
At Six I woke.
Seven… I Snacked.
And in my day, I took a
Shit
Showered… With my Smell good and my Sex appeal
I Sensed a Spectacular day. Start to finish it did not disappoint. And so, the days go.
At some points, I Sat and Stared at the Stallions in full Stance in front of me.
At others, I Supplement those Sinful Sodomites for Salad Bites with Stephanie from marketing on the 10th floor. And after Supper… well I’d Shit, Shave, then Shower… and well.. there’d definitely be some Sex. Sucking on her Succulent nipples, lips, and neck.
And then
I’d snack, and subdued while smoking my cigarette, I’d relax.
See… Simple Simons may not see the beauty in that day and the days like it… but I do. And when instead of the outing or occasion with the crew, I prefer to stay at home and rendezvous with this brew, well its because… I do.
You see, I didn’t get:
Shot
Stabbed
Stalked
Or Stuck in traffic on the L.I.E.
And no I wasn’t:
Sorry
Or Sad
Just
Simply glad that I was not infected with an S.T.D.
No, none of that was me. Only the Satisfying “S” answerd my prayer. And to the oint of it…
“What does it have to do with me?” You might ask.
And I’ll respond:
“See honey, the only part of my days that have anything to do with you is the Sex… and well… truthfully… I’m learning to be pretty me-sufficient… And I mean that to say… I wish you life, love, and health… but for now, I’ll do it all by my motherfucking self.”
We need each other black people. I only wish I could’ve shared this with a girl named Beverly before my makeup wore off and she saw me. She was good to me… even after she saw under my disguise.
Grandma, tell Jesus not to forget about me when you meet him. And Say “hello” to Albert & Vernell please.
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Ms. Badu’s ‘Telephone’ is ringing in my head. My glass of rum smoothly flows. Sip fast… and read slow.
If you receive this blindly, it’s because I wanted to… Well at least in my mind, uphold the last bit of integrity you might associate to me. Lest I see your reaction and face the reality that… it just isn’t so.
Without any more riddles or rhymes, schemes… or wasted time… let me reveal what these lines are meant to show. I need you. I need you to need me. I need you to need me but not to speak to me. Dream of me, but keep to yourself what you think of me. For if you reveal what you think… if you let go of that truth… well then we’ll both be in trouble.
For you see, I’m too high in my own sky to rise any higher or to an occasion that requires you being saved and me being the savior. Oddly, my only desire with you is to let the natural transpire. But … I… Wait…I’m sorry. Let me start at the beginning. That day… That night… whenever it was you might have maybe possibly seen, in me, the person of whom you daydream. That was not me. You see, I showed you the man you wanted to see. But that wasn’t for you. That was for me. And now, well now my makeup is running, and this mask is falling apart, my costume is off, and I just don’t have the heart to play that part anymore. So now, you see me. And this is not for me, this is for you.
So you see me now. This is me. Look at me. Here I am. I know the man in front of you is frightening… but yet still you feel his inviting gaze tantalizing and talking to your senses… telling them to “Stand Up… and Come To!”
See me.
See me Struggle.
See me Pray.
I prayed,
“God.
Thank you. I’m blessed. And now that that’s out of the way let me complain to you about this burden on my chest. Blah Blah Blah and, you’re God, so of course you know the rest. Make me The Man! Nah… Make me The Shit! So, I won’t have to be stressed and maybe I can talk to you a little less.”
Now what you just saw was very simple but you thought it complex. Standing, scratching your head as you appear vexed. Perplexed. Wondering, “How could he? Did he just? He must know that he was talking to God, while still he is only mortal, feeble flesh!”
And yes.
This is true. You are correct. But I told you earlier to keep your comments inside, bottled up and pressed. I’m fully aware of my outward arrogance, but what you don’t see is the man looking to God to find his way. The letter looking for its place in the alphabet.
And when you weren’t looking… he gave me the letter “S”.
At Six I woke.
Seven… I Snacked.
And in my day, I took a
Shit
Showered… With my Smell good and my Sex appeal
I Sensed a Spectacular day. Start to finish it did not disappoint. And so, the days go.
At some points, I Sat and Stared at the Stallions in full Stance in front of me.
At others, I Supplement those Sinful Sodomites for Salad Bites with Stephanie from marketing on the 10th floor. And after Supper… well I’d Shit, Shave, then Shower… and well.. there’d definitely be some Sex. Sucking on her Succulent nipples, lips, and neck.
And then
I’d snack, and subdued while smoking my cigarette, I’d relax.
See… Simple Simons may not see the beauty in that day and the days like it… but I do. And when instead of the outing or occasion with the crew, I prefer to stay at home and rendezvous with this brew, well its because… I do.
You see, I didn’t get:
Shot
Stabbed
Stalked
Or Stuck in traffic on the L.I.E.
And no I wasn’t:
Sorry
Or Sad
Just
Simply glad that I was not infected with an S.T.D.
No, none of that was me. Only the Satisfying “S” answerd my prayer. And to the oint of it…
“What does it have to do with me?” You might ask.
And I’ll respond:
“See honey, the only part of my days that have anything to do with you is the Sex… and well… truthfully… I’m learning to be pretty me-sufficient… And I mean that to say… I wish you life, love, and health… but for now, I’ll do it all by my motherfucking self.”
We need each other black people. I only wish I could’ve shared this with a girl named Beverly before my makeup wore off and she saw me. She was good to me… even after she saw under my disguise.
Grandma, tell Jesus not to forget about me when you meet him. And Say “hello” to Albert & Vernell please.
"Dream of me, but keep to yourself what you think of me. For if you reveal what you think… if you let go of that truth… well then we’ll both be in trouble. " and this is how we all go through life... the cycle continues.
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