……..and now for something a little different. Thirty years too late, this is my attempt at the spoken word. Queue the hip-hop beat, please ……………..
It was all about the hair……..all shiny and bouncy
Tack on the smile and I charmed my way in
That ………..and… I had a remarkably tiny waist
I was a darling with potential / credentials
All bought by mom and dad
Sashaying my way through life with an inherent sense of entitlement
Step aside Confidence is everything
Right place at the right time
For many years I was firmly in the A pile
I played their game – Always respectful –
But I grew neglectful, complacent,
No excuses. It just happened
Past the Bs
… .. just never stopped sliding
To the inevitable Cs
I’m heavily wedged here now –
Just ordinary in the dairy aisle, non-descript at best
Pride now is inessential
I’m practically toothless
Tethered to my favourite comfy chair
High definition / social media are my drugs of choice.
Quiet now… I’m no one’s voice
My destiny was inevitable. But wait, my heart still beats
Like Ursula the sea witch I rise up and roar… I’m not done yet.
see much of myself in this–we are still contenders, you and I
It is kind that you are supportive of this little experience in slam poetry. Thanks
What a great read with hip hop in the background of my mind. You are truly not done yet!!!!