big girl voice
2003-08-28, 10:45 p.m.
I'm wondering what happened to my freedom of choice...
Wondering what happened to my big girl voice...
I swear I just sat it down for a second
next to those AIDS rally fliers
and that book of matches...
from that pub in Chicago.
I guess I forgot to pick it all back up
like I forgot to pick up my sanity
when I sat it down that January
that she didn't exactly waltz,
but more inexactly walked into my life.
And suddenly I am scared.
I am scared. and shaking,
faking poetic ability,
making up and spitting out bullshit lines
and rhymes ain't nobody got time for...
but guess what, kids...
This is my time to take the floor...
My time to fuck the mic.
Even if I'm shakin'.
Even if I'm fakin' it.
And, baby... I'm a good. fucken. faker.
So come one, come all,
come on -
do I got any takers?
Get UP on my fucken stage
And try to take this shit from me
Just call me little Miss. Understanding.
Little Miss. Leading.
Little Miss. Informed.
Little Miss. Don't fuck with me no more.
Because I've lost my freedom of choice.
I've lost. my big girl voice...
Just a little Miss. Placement.
Little Miss. Placemat.
Yeah... that's me.
Little. Miss. Placemat.
Doormat.
Dormant floormat.
Take that shit and shove it down your Shakespeare quotin' throat.
Sure, I play the hardcore card.
Shoutin' and screamin' and stompin' about.
I am. unapproachable.
Inappropriate.
Little Miss. Appropriated.
Bitchin' at the judges...
Holdin' score-creep grudges...
Fuckin' up all of your minds
tryin' to read between the lines of these rhymes.
but I care...
Nah. Really I do.
I really care what you think of me...
Fuck. This litte miss got feelin's too.
I just lost my freedom of choice...
Just... lost my big girl voice...
I swear. I just sat it down for a fucking second...
Somewhere...
over. there.?
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