007. Inside me.

So, I was kickin it with a friend the other day
N she said hey...whats your most valued possesion?
I laughed and told her it was my insides.
Without understanding yet demanding I explain
I opened my mouth to convey my most prized possesion.


These words are of value coming from my insides which stem from my brain
Telling me to train myself that these words are of power from my mind.
I have rooted them then pollutted them for ever letting them touch the outside air.
And I wouldnt care if the world was all fresh and so clean clean but its...mean.
The outside is dirty and to keep my prizes inside I value only my insides.

She nodded with expression like yeah I get that but I covered her mouth and said kick back because Ive just started sharing what means the most to my soul.

It is my soul that would come up next.
Its my inside torso that feels so..half ashamed and half happy, so, I keep it inside.
The heartbeat is silent which stays in confinement
Now that I've realized that each time I let it out it gets broken
And I'm too done with joken so I keep it...on the inside.
In my blood that runs through my vains I become vain.
Looking in the mirror making sure my hair is straight and my clothes arent anywhere near a size 8.
And thats on the outside
But my insides tell me its the only way to be right..to be liked.
And that is why my insides keep me sane
Telling me im a good person even if i dont have a shirt with a name.
Moving down to my stomach
In this extra flesh that bulges from my waistline.
My belly is where most my insecurities gather
And I'd rather hide those problems...on the inside.
But it becomes inevitable that it will show...on the outside.


I will speak at last of my mind. For even if words come out to the open air
I cant care because...truth lies within.
These are happenings that happen in the midst of rumored thoughts.
And people can be bought out so it doesnt mean much when folks speak out.
Think of your own mind. Think of how good it feels to know what you know
To put on a show for only you and your eyes to see.
Your eyes...your pupils become pupils to teach in front of your reach and it all means everything because it stemmed...from your insides.


Do our minds speak a different language than what comes out?
Do we think different thoughts than our open words filled with doubt?
We put on a show for our glory to be liked
To be strong and powerful and cool.
Strong to be forceful
And powerful to be rich
Cool trails along for the ride
As our words are gathered not from the slide up of education
But from the media's misrepresentation.
Children and young ones drink up hip hop like its water.
And then over time parents dont even know their own daughter.
Because shes caught up on her sidekick three and other electronics
Speakin' ebonics to her..."homies"
And writers have put out books that explain street slang.
And pretty soon authority figures claim confusion as to why their loved ones end up in a street gang
Like dang...you are ignorant.
Or you'd have to be to not realize that whats on the outside is not the same on the inside.
Its a facade that most keep up to be well liked
And if you cant like yourself then its going to show.
And you'll lose your glow to grow,
Inside.
That, my friend, is why my insides are valued, and remembered, and kept sacred...
Inside.