cycle of fruit
i want to be the vine that you pick from
so my fruit can rest between your fingertips
so go ahead apply some pressure and bruise me
I’ve got a layer of skin before my rind is stripped
I want to be the juice you soak your lips in
just so I can seep in an absorb your taste
you got to stay for the ripening of a succulent body
because the juice is sweeter the longer you wait
I want to be the seed that you swallow
just so I can grow in the depths of you
and plant my roots in your tender soil
It’s the cycle of fruit that will always have me wanting more
I always want more
So let your love drip down
Come on and let your love drip down
So let your love drip down, down down down
Come on and let your love drip down to me
I’ve got a pulpy new sensation
That leaves gratification on my lips
I’ve got this honey-tooth new revelation
That just may lure you straight to my hips
I will pull you to my center
but never force you to the core
well shit maybe sometimes
I’ll extract all that is better
because this flavor is a flava' that you’ve never felt before
I want to be the seed that you swallow
just so I can grow in the depths of you
call to action
I’m talking about peace
I’m talking about mass infusion
at the ground level of a revolution
way back when past recollection
where the pages in the book never took a look at a contribution
I’m talking about love for the many women
who raised their chins to voice an opinion
straight from the vote
a right to the choice
cuz when your gender in a box you gotta break the locks
and make some noise
so raise up call yourselves to action
this fight lies in our hands
Sisters, brothers please join in the solution
for change is only what we create
this is for all the men who are man enough
to call themselves a feminist
to stand behind a womyn's right not in fear of her intelligence
this for all those women who wake each day with a burden on their backs
who give who prey take care create and never get a fucking thing back
everybody gets a little restless when the quite comes out
I’m talking about peace I’m talking about love
Rise up!
make me sing
you make me feel like sunshine on a summer day
that’s what you make me feel like
you make me feel like the clouds after rain
like the perfect cliché
so when will I fall in love?
when will I taste your love?
when will I feel the love for you?
won’t somebody make me sing like
when I’m with you
it seems like that sky is forever blue
oh baby, when I’m with you
when I’m with you it seems like politicians tell the truth
don’t you know that has got to feel so true
restless
tell me why you got to be so sweet
when you’re sleeping next to me
you know I wake up restless
from your love pressed up against my love
you know I just can’t help it
in the dark our bodies syncopate
but even though I can see you
I feel you
I trace you
With my fingertips
from your lips
down to your chin
And to your shoulders edge
I pull you in
Together we are helpless
I get a little restless
With your body next to mine
the way
was it the way you cracked your lips to sip your tea
was it the way your fingers cradled the cup’s hot body
was it the way the steamed traced your face when you turned your head
to smile and look at me
cuz you’re beautiful and I know that
you won’t be waiting for me anymore
you are my soul and I’ll always
picture your face when I think of love
when I think of love I think of you
I can’t help it baby its an automatic view
when I turned to love I turn to you
but I cant turn no more
so tell me whats a girl to do
your like the sun that falls and rises in a perfect cycle
blinding the road that I was on
behind the wheel I collided with a lot of things
but I didn’t mean to clip you along the way
was it the way we danced till 2
grooving to the movement of one mr. stevie (and I) wonder
will we ever dance again
“Hey Love” my sky is full of ribbons just for you babe
my politic
why you so concerned with my politic
I keep positive and then you call me a bitch
why you so concerned with my politic
I keep on raisin my fist and then you call me a bitch
I say fuck it fuck it call me what you want
I got liberation in my pockets and I pull it out for the cause
I say fuck it fuck it call me what you need
your insecurities do help me proceed
to get a little louder everytime you call me that word
I get prouder and I’d rather die than not be heard
I am a Dyke
Queer like the womyn of my community
I am as america doesn’t want me to be
I’ve been a sinner
under the bibles right hand they burned me at the stake
i dressed for church
and on every Sunday I took all the blame
i’ve been a worker
rosie falsely empowered my sweat for blood
then I built a family invisible to my country yet so fucking visible to judge
I’ve been a victim
New York made me bleed at stonewall
and they rape me still in the darkness of alleys
I’ve been a feminist
all the way from San Francisco to Harlem
i marched the streets with a picket on my sleeve
I made human rights
I am a woman
just like the womyn of my community
I am as I will always be
REFUSE TO BE SILENCED.
new addiction
I’ve drank wine until warmth has left me buzzing
like a neon sign amongst the sober of lonely nights
I’ve popped pills and puffed persistently
just to feel a slight lift
beneath the soles of my feet
I thirst for your lips in which I sip
again and again
tasting your soul and then
the new buzz slowly shifts
straight down to my fingertips
where I am holding the glass of your skin
filled to the brim
you’re like a new addiction
a new confliction with my time
you’re like a new addiction
a new confliction in my life
now that my vision is blurred
from too many gulps of your eyes
my desire for just another hit of your
smooth and blazing smile makes me wired
I’m so wired
I can’t drive this heart any longer
The line is so damn swerved
My nose can’t find my finger
I don’t want to and I don’t think I can be cured
dirty
I was born into a body not yet my own
but as soon as I had grown I jumped on the train
became a womyn with steam
It's hard to clean when you’re just chugging along
but you know I keep it fresh baby
but my genes are dirty
do me wrong do me bad
scrape your filthy all up and down my back
bite me pull me use me make me sweat
It’s a two-way track
It’s a nasty job but somebody’s got to
do it, do it, do it
keep it dirty, dirty, dirty
I’m dirty
reach back
should I take the risk to tell you
all I dismiss as untrue
and you may not believe me but i've been wrestling with my skin to stretch out
but I never received the instruction manual on how
its so damn dim in this tainted room
my vision is straining to search for you
intuition is whispering go ahead
move your head a little closer so I know you just might accept
I’ve reaching but my arms can’t get to you
I’ve been screaming but my voice is struggling to break through
all my apprehension of what this might mean
that I’ve been reaching towards someone who won’t reach back to me
my fingers are stapled to my thighs
I’m scared I may not be able to even realize that you
in the abstract sense
are really listening
I guess I’m hiding from the consequence of letting go
Of letting my flesh my bone my breath my soul become vulnerable
Just look into my eyes to find the signs to direct you
I know I wear this disguise so well but I need to be revealed soon
Reveal me
what to do
when I’m misunderstood I know that I can always come home
to my baby who knows me and my needs
and she just knows how to hold me all up in her arms
but now her arms are gone and I’m supposedly free
what to do what to do what to do when your baby is gone
and your sittin' round wonderin' what you did wrong
what to do what to do what to do when your baby is gone
and all you got is your guitar
I’m fool for her lips I’m a fool for her eyes
I’m fool for her touch
I’m fool for her laugh I’m a fool for her smile
I’m a fool for her love
all I got left is this blues song
tip
my soul beats to the rhythm
words heal my indecision
but all I can do is breathe it in
shape my eyes by blending into the difference
so I tip back throw my hat to the side
sit back let the energy collide
can you feel that you know these eyes just can’t lie
so I recline defining temptation
I don’t have the time for your petty complications
conversations soon turn to faded
all blown up and non related
why don’t you face it
fact follows fiction false faith is what you’re chasing
and will you be saved if you let them recruit your views?
we’re losing our patience these tunes got your brain strangled in the noose
strung by the voices on TV
bias leaders of this country
repeat the beat of unjust accepting
over-stand that I’ve been watching
I choose to attack with the words that
why do these cutting mc’s let their pens bleed thick
full of shit that don’t even mean a grip
it drips past the pessimism of & the negativity of what our society has become
but they told me not to listen like words don’t add to action or attraction
yet they’ve been trapping me tightly
killing me silently
flip that its time we tried the rhyme that finally finds the truth inside
