Ballerina
All the world is a stage
and I'm the star.
Got men and women wantin a piece,
I'm the shit!
But they keep giving them white silicone Carmen Electra bitches all the credit...
this here is natural.
I taught em everything they know.
That slow mo-head stand p-poppin,
that's my shit!
That split leg human vibrator,
is my money maker.
But they got the nerve to call Lisa Ray Diamond.
You wanna see me get loose?
He askin for a private show,
asked me to do something to make him feel special.
F*ck you, pay me!
I don't give a damn if you Hue Hefner, Nasty Nas, or Lil John- "YEA!" you gotta pay me too.
I been slidin down poles since I was 15.
Closed legs don't get fed,
so I make sure to keep em as wide as the pacific oceans.
Feed me!
And I don't want none of that chump change little daddy.
I'm worth more than them dollas you fold horizontally to hang from the string thong of my bikini tigobities.
And I'm so sick of taking wads of singles to Wachovia for you stiff neck bastards to look at me in disgust.
Especially since I loosened up yo tie last Friday at happy hour.
I even did an extra grind on yo "member" Governor Spitzer,
don't play me.
Propped up on chrome like I'm spider man hangin up side down,
that shit ain't easy...
And neither is peeling back a smile,
hiding a layer of hurt praying that my brothers friends don't know it's me
and hoping that my professor can't remember my stage name when I'm handed my papers.
To get this tuition paid,
I gotta dance.
That Benz - this look,
I gotta dance.
Mama said I was born to dance-
the way I used to stand on my toes in black leotards and pink tutu's with the vision that all the world is a stage...
And I'm the star.
So don't you dare look down on me.
Don't you dare pull out yo book of proverbs and proclaim me anything BUT a virtuous woman.
This is my gift.
~still in progress~
By: Ebpoetry
all rights reserved
3 comments:
good to read the words we don't hear.. much.
this is a solid start ma...Like it.
This is really interesting. I like the idea a lot.
I like her personality.
I like the echo of the beginning and the end.
And I like the recollections of childhood.
This is my favorite stanza:
"Closed legs don't get fed,
so I make sure to keep em as wide as the pacific oceans.
Feed me!"
"Spider-Man" is capitalized and hyphenated. (NERD!!!) Also, I wouldn't use Spider-Man as a familiar visual reference, because you can do more with it. You look like Spider-Man, because you're hanging upside down, but that's where the similarities end. Unless you want to tie it to wearing a mask or fighting crime or possessing a beguiling strength, I'd recommend another metaphor. What about hanging upside down like the hanged-man tarot card? Like this: http://www.learntarot.com/maj12.htm
I would suggest not using Governor Spitzer specifically, but perhaps more generally talk about what his behavior represents: powerful men who take sexual risks to feel more powerful. The dancer is that taken-for-granted risk; the sentient thing used as a disposable ego-enhancement; discarded proof that it is good to be king. Also, it's not just Governor Spitzer, it's a slew of powerful governmental and religious hypocrites who reward themselves with sin for stopping sinners. I would recommend addressing the behavior rather than just one guy.
I would suggest that having a Mercedes Benz isn't a good defense for her.
I would also suggest that if you want to make her a college student, you might want to write her grammar to sound more educated ("your" instead of "yo", for example).
I think it'd be interesting to see this as block text, rather than so many line breaks. Not critical, by any means, but it'd be interesting. Then you could read it as long segment of an ongoing internal dialogue the ballerina has. I'm going to take a swipe at this and I'll send you my edit.
Have you read it in public? How was it received?
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