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@Slowhands @boston
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Topic Woman/Train - Please add the attachment as it won't let me.
May I whisper in your ear and dare you to understand?
Please take a seat,
as I challenge you to believe
that mystery is intrigue.
What’s my name you ask? I’ll answer with the lines on my forehead
But would that be your only question if you knew the limit beforehand?
I was sent by the attraction of your scent,
and it’s not an accident we met.
You have become adverse to risk
So how about you answer this
Would you race the fastest sprint,
If the race was never meant to exist?
Pardon the oddity of this dialogue,
But it’s the only way to pile on,
the evidence that something’s wrong
& that you’re only tone-deaf to this song
it doesn’t share the pace,
or the tone of the race.
But let’s start running, and feel the breeze,
As I concede - what you believe,
As you believe what I speak...
we both collide with intrigue.
You blame me for me,
and I shake my head, and agree.
But you have no ownership of my struggle,
and don’t understand my hustle,
Your comprehension of systematic
are the admins that keep you active.
I didn’t create minority issues,
But minor issues keep them alive,
I didn’t create the box of tissues,
But we all use them to cry.
Understand,
I know the rhetoric but…
I don’t want your money.
I don’t want your house.
I don’t want your funny,
or blouse you wear on the boat...
that gets attached to your Facebook post.
I want no part of the re-distribution of wealth,
because, requesting no help,
I plan on doing that myself.
I know we are united, but don’t help the division,
I know those are riots, but I am never with them.
We are not all thugs, drug dealers, prostitutes,
non-astute, bottom feeders looking for wrong to do.
So I come to you, blue eyed lady on this express
wearer of my wife's scent.
I don’t want a handout, just shake my hand,
and let’s take a break from the race we ran.
Please pace to my tone, because my tone will never change,
And if we get pass the intrigue, you see, we are all the same.
Almost there… just an empty seat, whisper and dare away.