Take the talk
From your lips
It's your lisp
It's your myth
I'll take my talk
As far as it goes
Passed my toes
Onto the street
God given feet
On manmade concrete
I'll pass the corners
Walk on borders
And if my bodily needs go unattended
And if the blindness is not suspended
Then at least I tried
I didn't sit and cry
Because even my tears are hot
They evaporate before they drop
Stick to your status-quo
Your therapy getting paid like a ho
Your mind getting drained like a hose
Oh no
I won't go
Back to the spot where the eyes do not see
Back to the flop television series
I'm a high class beauty art
I'm fixed taint beauty mark
I don't stop until God says the word
I will cherry top the hills of the world.
Erica Borges
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/call-me-skinny-milk/
