figuratively speaking

Let’s talk truth, About the ways to deal with life, The ways to deal with the things that I’m dealt. Come to face my truths- And the damage that I do, Time to come to terms with the feelings, That I’m feeling. Truth is I got to live with myself everyday, Terms of truth and the facts I must face. Everyday I know I’ve got to deal with my face, The face of all my lies or the truths- I let slip and be factual on occasion. I know I’ve got a body, A body I analyze- I check out my own ass everyday, Has it got to be circumstantial? This criteria to be alive, I know I think I’m not perfect- Won’t ever be. Fact of a matter is I am what I am- So damn. But I got special deals, And an ass I’d like to shrink, Guess that makes me human- Or one hell of a bitch for thinking I’m different. As a matter of fact, Every chick you get to know- Has a different opinion, But to voice can be dream- Shouldn’t be. All women got to live and voice as a matter of fact- We all have to live and deal with evils every minute. All the matters of fact consist of these, Time consuming moments of figurative doubt- And the shadows that creep in, Constantly analyzing and figuratively speaking- Total exhaustion of your spirit from the race of life. And we speak and get lost in our thoughts, Of how we’d love to exist…this just literally popped into my head Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 10:06 AM PST   20 • 0 • 9