getting fierce, finding that
independence is silence is
asking all the right questions!
getting wasted, losing these
lacking battles to those
who place less value in them.
getting lost and leaving
doors open in case the one
behind me seeks them too?
getting loud, getting crass
and getting full up of
complete frustration and
lack of light but i am realizing
that i am ready, i am willing,
i am prepared and i am yearning now
for the rush of blood, the pain:
give me your tired, your broke,
your full-up ghetto that is
writhing and striving to break
each other, if not you.