It Must be a Teen Thing

November 18, 2008 - 8:36pm by SOAL

It must be a teen thing

Or maybe it's a me thing

Withdrawal from hip hop's got me free styling to be free

I'm itching to spit poetry like desert camels

So hard to speak the truth lately been feeling enamel

And metaphors become doors that shut way too soon

I start to close the blinds and forget what the moon looks like at night…

That's what it feels like when I don't write

I shake in my bones

I search for home within the contacts of my cellular phone

And I roam and I roam

And I write hella poems

But for some reason unspecific they get stuck in my dome

And now dome has two meanings

It used mean head and now it means head

A different kind of literal

So I imagine instead

Blowing up like the Tacoma dome

Telling the world im gonna build myself a brand new home

Im gonna be on my own

Tell them mistas, I think I missed ya…

…In-between the day I saw you for real and the first day that I kissed ya

I'm tired of looking for myself within somebody else

 

Now I'm embodying poems I've written before

From a different perspective

And now it helps to see my own true reflection

I used to think I could be perfect like imperfect perfection

"there once was a girl, so beautiful was she

…people always noticed she was taller than he"

So did I but I ignored it

To him I was a score

And I know that I am more

So my spirit pumps out my pores

And my neck bent to the lord

Like God what am I here for…?

You? Me? We?

The world.

 

I won't fall because of rejection

I will pop back up

God I need this hip hop to start back up

I wanna write with the same old ink

I wanna think and create

Inspiration with love not hate

And so I start and I start again and again

Feel free to join this high

Cuz freedom is in our pens

Rolled up in our fingers

Our ideas elevate

Get caught in the smoke

 

No definitions

We're free of range

The whole universe be our domain

Our slope of change IS change so

X out the Y's

We were meant to be limitless

Like infinite eyes

To see

And I

I want to free

Free like the hair on Einstein

And

Free like no money existed

And free like Private School Education was Public

And free like my story wasn't taught to me like HIStory

Chain-free wrists and balled up fists

And

Fighting for the cause

That be us the cause that be we

United to be

  

This poetry's got me on a high like I was air lifted

I swear that time shifted when it heard the youth were gifted

Cuz the future is now

I hope to inspire

I hope to light the path like fire

Unscarred by desire

But now I wear my scars like Obama stickers

On North West cars

And I hope you wear your scars strong too

Cuz if you live to see a scar that you know you made it through

And I hope that I can realize that in my own eyes

 

I can't deny the words pumpin out the roof of my mouth

Its proof that I am

And if I share the love then its proof that we are connected

And

Going to go far hand in hand in any kind of weather

Let's pray that life gets better

In sea-town that life gets better

I miss my father too

Memories locked up in his sweater

And to the ladies with absent fathers

We know that we'll do better

Blessed to realize that we rise

Too

 

Cuz we the future leaders

Future future breeders

Future breathers

Future believers and future BE-ERS

We're seers

The world needs us

So let's be us

Let's be change

All we can be

There is no individual

The world is WE

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