When I’m on the rise, the shadows always come out to play. And I could look at them as haters, but really it’s sort of a test. So I best them with my apathy and set-apartness; which might be considered conceit. I don’t care…give nary a damn about what others think of me. If they can’t see.
But…ideally they would. Under the hood, good girls deserve notice.
I feel as if I am more than willing to submit to those whom I feel inclined. But it’s time that the menfolks woke up and took notice. Take notes because I am trying to show you how it’s done. Easily I could be won over just by one that was willing to open his eyes and see me in my entirety.
Instead I grow bored with the predictability of the less evolved male. Waiting and hoping to be surprised by some glimpse of higher light. And you know…it’s within my sight; I tend to be privy to their Selves before even they are. But we war because they typically don’t know what the fuck the goings on are several rungs up on Jacob’s ladder. And certainly don’t want you to be trying to school them. Oh no…not big bad learned totally prepared them.
However, now is the hour of Interpretation. S(he)’s back, pulling a kickdoe on all you sleepy hoes that wanna act like being unaware is in. That sin is just that, rather than knowledge. College-ed or street-bred; all will be fed.
And no there is no spoon. But there are other ways of getting It in.
Posted by Lisa at February 25, 2009 01:58 PM