Shelley

Shelley
The Author

Monday, August 22, 2011

Perfunctory Functioning

I was digging the scene
Took a step back and realized things aren’t always what they seem
I’m officially out of my comfort zone
In the white mans world and I’m a extraterrestrial, far from home
I tried to walk the walk and talk their talk, but they new I was from the outside
I tried to live the same life but the bill collectors knew it was a cheap disguise
And with Sallie Mae on my tail, it’s hard to hide
I’m in the big city, nitty gritty, please… take a number
DC knows the rich, the poor, the satiated, pain and the hunger
Where I fall in line is 75% conspiracy and 25% chance
Make it quick, because this city isn’t big on romance
It’s a inside job, and they're never hiring
And the people who show weakness, well, they’re expiring
Fledging to the dog eat dog aggression
Spent a few months in futile depression
But for every second I sleep a minute of work goes out the door
Learned that I had to push even if my entire body is sore
One option, SOAR
The champ is here, ROAR
Beat the unbeatable
Defeat the undefeated
In the throne is where I will be seated
Control what you can
Make a plan, but know that things never go according to plan
Stay encouraged, Christ brings you strength
When you feel like you can go an inch, go the extra length
And keep going until you have nothing left
A lost soul, partially educated black girl can be the best
Humble yourself and work hard
And in all things, acknowledge God

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Reintroduced

When life introduced me to you, it also reintroduced me to myself
This doesn’t mean you’re the one
But you caused my security knot to be undone
Now I’m questioning everything that I ever known
Telling myself to just hang up the phone
He is washed up, with all of his washed up dreams
But then he makes it look easier then it seems
To drop your entire life and live for the moment
But reality is way too potent
Is the entire universe conspiring with me?
I’m fragile and regret cuts me deeply
I want to be like Spike and do the right thing
Should I be like Mike and trade the jump shot for the swing?
There must be something I can master
But then I cover the insecurity with laughter
It doesn’t matter
Telling me I can be anything is just his way to flatter
I’ll stick to crunching numbers and commonplace meetings
Going to and from work, crowded subway, no seating
A little bitter because your life is where I would have seen myself
This doesn’t mean you the one
Just another tangled web has been spun
I don’t want to sabotage my present, but how else can I win
I don’t want to sabotage us, when I dig within
You reintroduced me to me, hi, it’s nice to meet you
I took a good look at myself and said ‘it’s a competition, and I think that I can beat you’