A while back, I sat down, pen in hand, to try and write a rap for the first time in my life. I thought it came out prreeeetttttyyy sick. How do I sell this to a rapper? I need money – I am a grad student after all. 🙂

Exigency of this epiphany

Volatility to go with my idiosyncrasy

Surreptitious nature dancing with that harmony

Divinity with my ability to target the epitome

Free thinker from birth, heading into this soliloquy

You think you control me? That thought is overflowed morbidity

My patience with this is becoming full of futility

There is no metaphor so take that shit literally

The sun shines down bright upon my capability

To wreak havoc amongst you and drop specificity

of all the lies, the shadows that haunt you fucking miserably

But I don’t, so thank me for my heart’s lack of complicity

Let me mold and form this vernacular skillfully

Maybe get through to you the obvious predictability

of your situation, the void of any truthful senility

You’re going to lose and you’ll lay forever in that indignity

I’ll be here, upon my theory of relativity

My symphony of tolerance and positive amiability

And I’ll be free still, never worrying over the hostilities

While your concerto is intertwined with hated incomprehensibility

I’m a prize to be won, but humble myself assiduously

to focus on the greater war, the world and its enemies

You don’t think I know my own strength? My kindness is not a debility

I’ve dropped and killed more fucking egos with less acute malignancy

Been there, done that, my silence is not fragility

Willfully constructing infinity with this agony

of being pushed and shoved, reality is vividly

what you make it, so don’t rule it with tyranny

Man up, or cop out, don’t sit there fucking listlessly

Sitting on your hands, what you want? Some fucking syncope?

Some sympathy, to help you predict your ill contingency?

Some company, to take the spotlight off your deficiencies?

Seriously, the present is here today and timidity

is not the answer to fix this shitty dissymmetry

that you paved, make the way with an arsenal of resiliency

Pick up your head, forget that shit wistfully, blissfully

I’ll take the days as they come, I’m full of flexibility

Thankful to know truth and happy with my femininity

But this rare anomaly here is only given provisionally

Two hands, pick one, which one will it be? What’s your capability?

-Me