Indigenous poetry infused with art. To create, then destroy, then to create again something new.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Itch Itch Bite Bite
Desert crack dry skin
parchin, scratchin
itch itch bite bite
I can't tell you how
to let go live lite
can't force you to love me
Sorry,
the barer of bad news
run your life
mind control
yes she stole
your under mind control
gossip
gossip
sippin on soup
dippin on a coupe de tat
and now you have no control
What could be a lover
now a hater
What could be a friend
now an enemy
All them lies gone to ya' head.
Desert crack dry skin
parchin, scratchin
itch itch bite bite
itchin, itchin, bit'in, bit'in
now you say "Help Me God! My mind now gone!"
You did this to yourself.
What arrows come my way
goes back to you.
But My God loves me...
I know He loves you too.
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