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Let’s Be Real (after Nikki Giovanni's Ego Tripping)

Since the peak of birth,
Time and time again,
I’ve been told
That I was endearing,
Delightful,
The most precious…
The one they remember today.

They always remember me.
They always remember me

Because I’m empathetic.
Everyday,
I step into a different pair of shoes,
But they’re not mine.
That’s how I frolic
Through my poetry, and
Give Hamlet a good kick in the shin.
“Shaddup and quitcha cryin’, sweetie!”
(Gee, that wasn’t very empathetic of me… oops!)

I get what I want…
No? What do you mean no? Are you stupid?
So I slither through the options.
I get what I want...
Que the doe eyes,
Nightfall, dotted with planets and stars,
Yes is more like it.

I am kind.
I get them drunk
On compliments,
The modest smile,
And to my satisfaction and glee,
They accept the invitation to
A tango in harmony.

I am immune,
Karma itself-
Cast your spells and
I’ll triple the damage
To human, object, the common cold.
Only I can be the witch.
One role per person in
This telenovela.
Did you not see that I
Scrambled the rules?

I tell myself
“Come now,
Be a little modest.”

At this point in time…
I’ve consumed so many
That I refuse to claim guilt
For doing what I’ve never
Been able to do.

I’m better than this.
Only I can spit rubies when I talk,
Trump’s gold amounts to nothing.
Only I can hypnotize others
And stand on their shoulders.
Only I can laugh maniacally though
My stanzas,
Bearing my fangs
For power, survival, and sweet
Sweet satisfaction…

Unlike anyone else,
Because only I
Can be real.

Description

Let’s Be Real (after Nikki Giovanni's Ego Tripping)

Since the peak of birth,
Time and time again,
I’ve been told
That I was endearing,
Delightful,
The most precious…
The one they remember today.

They always remember me.
They always remember me

Because I’m empathetic.
Everyday,
I step into a different pair of shoes,
But they’re not mine.
That’s how I frolic
Through my poetry, and
Give Hamlet a good kick in the shin.
“Shaddup and quitcha cryin’, sweetie!”
(Gee, that wasn’t very empathetic of me… oops!)

I get what I want…
No? What do you mean no? Are you stupid?
So I slither through the options.
I get what I want...
Que the doe eyes,
Nightfall, dotted with planets and stars,
Yes is more like it.

I am kind.
I get them drunk
On compliments,
The modest smile,
And to my satisfaction and glee,
They accept the invitation to
A tango in harmony.

I am immune,
Karma itself-
Cast your spells and
I’ll triple the damage
To human, object, the common cold.
Only I can be the witch.
One role per person in
This telenovela.
Did you not see that I
Scrambled the rules?

I tell myself
“Come now,
Be a little modest.”

At this point in time…
I’ve consumed so many
That I refuse to claim guilt
For doing what I’ve never
Been able to do.

I’m better than this.
Only I can spit rubies when I talk,
Trump’s gold amounts to nothing.
Only I can hypnotize others
And stand on their shoulders.
Only I can laugh maniacally though
My stanzas,
Bearing my fangs
For power, survival, and sweet
Sweet satisfaction…

Unlike anyone else,
Because only I
Can be real.