Take me out of your box
You got me trapped in a box
In your pretty little mind
O f what you think I should be
Not really seeing me
You see the dancer
Prancer
Rhythmic motion romancers
And you think
Hey she’s easy
A slick hook and a nice beat
Will lull this beast to sleep
With this same box
You remember the locks
Or kinky twist I used to wear
So you think
Like my former hair
Style
My pattern is tight
Easy to be straightened
Some grease will increase
The elasticity
So you think you can stretch me to fit
Whatever you deem appropriate
Or you think that just because I hum an occasional tune
Create a skit, using the metaphors of the stars and the moon
Or intellectualize on a theory
Or a conclusion surmise
That you see through my eyes
You think that I am rewritable
Like a hook on song that you just don’t like
Or made into 16 bars to make it tight
To your delight
Or a scene in a play that can be misquoted
Demoted
Or just outright made of no importance
I am not your concept of me
What you perceive me to be
See what you don’t see
Is this simmering eruption
This burning within me
To be the fullness of He
That called me
There is a cataclysmic eruption
Stirring within
Bubbling and gurgling
At the sound of Him
My next of kin
Hearing the ebbing, swelling tide that He is
Bursting to express to men
That He Lives
And He’s coming back again
For His next of Kin
The ones that look like Him
Walking
Talking
Breathing
Sighing Him
I just want to be like Him
To look like Him
To Please Him
To see Him
To Be Him
In Earth
His nature I must birth
I’m pregnant with possibility
Potential potentially potent to
Burst the water of my womb
The contractions consume
Consume my prayers
My meditation
My devotion
My dedication
His voice
My only medication
Will birth this nation
That’s on the inside of me
Please don’t take me to be
What you think you see
But truly see
That I am He
And He is me
Take me out of your box
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