It Goes to Show Ya...

that if you spend months on end sleeping with and foolishly in love with a rap-obsessed man, that even though the man is out of your life, the influence of the music remains. This is a little something I wrote...the first couple lines just popped into my head and it flowed out from there before I even realized that it had rap-like rhythms. And for the record this white-bred Midwestern girl has absolutely NO interest in being a rapper...but it is what it is.

Subjective, objective

Subject, object

Which one am I?

Well I know I ain't an object.

I'm a person, I'm a lady, I'm a fucking enterprise,

And I know there's more to me than what lies between my thighs.

And if only you fuckers looked me dead in the eyes

Then you'd know that I know what I know you don't know.

I'm smarter than y'all by leaps and bounds,

You waste your time chasin' chicks like mother fuckin' hounds.

So yeah, that's what poured out of me one recent afternoon. Kind of makes me laugh that the voice that came from within was so unlike what I've sounded like before, but inspiration is inspiration, and I figure it's always good to explore new ways of self-expression...but hopefully my mind won't make a habit of wanting to express itself like Lil Wayne.