scraps for the soul (food)

this gravy don't get no betta
hot and thick
like brown waves of liquid be
no milshake references here
i be
woman
love me or leave me the fuk alone
no clones can dismiss the complexity
that holds my pheremones
closed fists
to the air for injustice
ive been looking for some substance
but can't find anything more than categories
bitches, hos and queens
im beyond these things
beyond the bling
and the snickering
beyond one night stands
and can i share your man

this frame is more than mother to the world
but mother to original concepts

bigger than cats who live just to get the mic wet
i live to get your mind wet
plant seeds and watch the leaves fall
lets brainstorm
feed our children
prepare for war
cause its coming
and been on the way

sirens will sound the same
when the tsunami hit down
silence
then death
and im not waiting for you to get right
either step in line
or hide

i know a coward when i see one
your shade dont change with the weather
but chameleons do it faster and better
you are just a clone
pretending to own your own thoughts
but you too scared to scream
closed mouths dont get fed
and neither do spiritual bulemic word fiends

stop pressing pause
hurry up and go
wake up smell the syannide
it taste like redemption song
and progress
struggle and regret
pain and purpose
life hurts but learn this

real things happen
there are no actors
no dialogue manufactured
no roles to capture
that damsel in distress shyt is played
id rather be a soldier on the frontline
than a simple bed maid

and this aint nothing for the masses
this can not be taught in classes
integrity can not be smeared like osmosis
and respect is earned

im on some queen mother moore shyt
some pam grier and afro sheen shyt
some powerful woman with no disclaimers
i am who i be fuk shame
cause this gravy feeds families
saves lives
offers hope
protects the weak
and taste like the truth
lumps and all