They're all shapes and sizes
my friends have all escaped demises
baptized to deny sunrises
and all around us there are so many spies
but i got wise to their eyes all over me
trying to shape my why's to make cake
from ties that bind them together- forever
but i'll never be your whoever.
You're all gonna know my name
cuz i'll be like a stain on your collar
You can try to explain me,
but it's just gonna make you look smaller
i called you on your game
and the world labeled me insane.
I may not be a scholar
but i don't need a degree to prove that i'm smart
i could shred your college educated heads apart.
In the years you spent learning only
what they chose to teach you
i beseeched you
from underneath you
and up YOU grew
ME? i'm five foot 2
and two miles wide
nowhere to hide but my mind.
but i still strive
so try to stab me with your stuck up knives
and perfect lives
i don't live for lies & i'm not afraid to die.
- by Jymi Cliche'