Made From Scraps
You can tell me ‘bout it
‘cause you know
I ain’t go’n tell nobody but God…
When yo heart fall
Like that
Feel like
yo belly just pop open
an white foam
just come gushin out,
don’t it?
Burn like
Radioactive popcorn,
Leapin from yo insides,
Stingin the skin down to the bone.
You go ta thinking
The whole big world can see
right into ya,
don’t ya?
Like ya naked...
Like one them dreams where
Everybody ya know
Is in high fashion
That day,
but you walk in wearing nothing
but the sweat of yo brow,
without the good sense
to have brought a
Handkerchief
to wipe it off.
Then ya go gets busy.
Ya so busy,
Doin and bein’
Everything
Fo every body,
Do ya feel sometime-
Like
you too many of a lot of little things
To be enough of one big thing
that really matters?
