I DENY IT, I AM NOT A RAPPER

The sky moves beneath my feet; a glistening sun burns my
feet

I behold in agony - sadness searching for laughter, I turn
to old movies

A checkered sunset rises westbound another demonstration of
old things turning new

Tempestuous over tides ruin blandishing broomstick houses

A fire consumes my overgrown garden

Rheumy overtures turn on anticipation mode

I wait while I
fight fires or let go

The deep dark vilifications waiting below




The sky moves beneath my feet, planets aligned with fate
ignites

Success coming in each new breath, intake and release faith

Tremors take hold, separate skin from bones penetrate my
will to procreate

A life out of sight a brand new game emerges from flames

I enter a new dimension, time all aglow with hearts and
broken rainbows




Forms beneath my feet towers of past delight but mostly
hurts out of sight

Letting blame go becomes easier day to day trying to make it
burn to incite more delight

Feign letting go, letting go girl is so hard to do

Hold on to just deserts, I got my last swirl in mad swirl
swimming in converts following my concerts

I will get mine tonight

The time’s just right

I will get mine tonight




My just delights

Will be mine at long last




Come on and say it with me:

My just delights

Will be mine at long last




XX’s dad insists on calling me rapper and arguing about it
is senseless although I deny it. “I am not a rapper.” I say. My Indian physical
therapists insist too. “You are a rapper miss Joy.” I deny it again. “I am not
a rapper I declare.” I jam my poetry to music, my baby bluetry.” They say, “OK,
OK, we don’t know what to call you we want to come out and support you at your
next performance.” Call me you what you want. You can’t define my style and
there’s the rub, compare me to anyone.




I feel it in my soul tonight, my poetry and voice reveals
your heart. Art a la carte is coming to town via Violet. Blowing in with wind.

Living life is out outta sight, and the glory shall be he
said to me, death is coming for everyone. I got the right. I overpaid my dues too
just like Rodriguez who lives next door to me.




The sky moves beneath my feet at my command

My just delights will be mine at long last, stay in tune for
the jazz band

Aligns with sun signs long past due

I contritely join another band with my last strand of energy

Because I will never let go, my words survive.