I grew up with three brothers and now I work with mostly men, I will never understand how women think and I don't think I will ever fit in with the groups that I have seen.
Some has called me a freak.
-more has called me unique.
In every word is wisdom,
in every word is lies.
Still the truth is corrupted,
by forcing it into context.
My meaning is hidden,
behind acceptable lines.
All around I see my kind,
the female of the specie.
So strange and mesmerising,
in their rutinly disputes.
In their everprecent purses,
they carry the weapons of war.
Lipsticks, rouges, eyeshadows
all the while plotting attacks.
I fall away from the rest;
they who smile while they strike,
I hate that they scare me so.
In my purse I carry a knife.
Poetry by Dilla
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Written on 2009-07-11 at 04:36
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Keeping a Facade
Some people think I am strange.Some has called me a freak.
-more has called me unique.
In every word is wisdom,
in every word is lies.
Still the truth is corrupted,
by forcing it into context.
My meaning is hidden,
behind acceptable lines.
All around I see my kind,
the female of the specie.
So strange and mesmerising,
in their rutinly disputes.
In their everprecent purses,
they carry the weapons of war.
Lipsticks, rouges, eyeshadows
all the while plotting attacks.
I fall away from the rest;
they who smile while they strike,
I hate that they scare me so.
In my purse I carry a knife.
Poetry by Dilla
Read 718 times
Written on 2009-07-11 at 04:36
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