Reflections of a Broken Ballerina

Thirty-six come Sunday
But her bio still says thirty-one
She's been a dancer longer than she remembers
But lately dancing hasn't been that much fun
Selling lonely men cheap thrills
Hey! Take a look at these
U may even get 2 cop a feel
4 the low, low price
Of a few crumpled bills
That's Maurice over there
Talking 2 the creep with icey hands
He's been the owner of Cat Chasers
Since the day after God created man
Over there is Big Tony
He tries 2 stop the weirdos at the door
Behind the bar? That's Amanda
She used 2 be a dancer
But now she's just a whore
Lately Maurice has been hinting
She could make a few bucks on the side
Take a customer or two
And show them a real good time
At three hundred a ride
Hell, a hand job under the table'll
Getcha seventy-five
But she's not quite that desperate
At least not yet she's not
She's still just a dancer
Waiting on her big shot
Her chance 2 become a star
She knows if she lies down on her back
This'll be as far
As she ever gets
It's a long, hard road from Bimiji
2 New York
2 Broadway these daze
And she knows when she's all done dancing
It'll most likely be at this place
Or another one just like it
Then suddenly she hears the sound of thunder
Ac/Dc as loud as it can get
U might not want 2 be leaving so soon, boys
Cuz U ain't seen nothing yet
Then the spotlight falls upon her
All anyone can see is her
4 a little while none of it matters...
Not maurice
Not Cat Chasers
No even the creepy guy with icey hands
4 a little while none of it matters...
4 a little while none of it matters...
4 a little while
She gets 2
Dance



I wrote this piece while I wuz sitting in jail. It's another of those that I have no fucking clue where it came from. I know that I loved the title, and that's how it began. U can see how it ended up.

Untitled, I Guess

U got any of that good shit, kid
U know the shit I'm talkin bout
That shit we did that had
Petey's ass outside buck ass naked
At 3am
Talking bout he wuz on fire
Nigga said he got higher
Than a fucking kite
That night
That's right
Cecil's ass wuz there
And that one sister could do hair
U remember that time she braided U up
We wuz drinkin Chivas outta paper cups
It wuz December and Janice
Got all in a fucking huff
Over this bitch
Sitting here drinking
Getting all fucked up
With her man
U gotta understand
We weren't thinkin
We wuz young and
Thought we had the world by the balls
Couldn't tell us shit
Cuz we already knew it all
At least we knew all
We needed
I remember hearing that
Dukakis had conceded
The election
But she wuz topless
And I had an erection
Demanding my undivided attention
It really wuzn't my intention
2 cheat on Janice
That day
It wuz just something
About the way
She said my name
When she asked
Would I kiss her again
I laughed when she said
She wanted 2 stay friends
Becuz by then I
Wuz trying 2 recall
Whether or not
She had ever said her name at all
I don't think she did
But I'd have 2 call
Cecil B4 I put any money down
It wuzn't 2 long after that
Petey wuz gone
And so were we
Cuz we wuz all on crack
But he wuz in the pen
Doing five 2 ten
4 trying 2 get out of the ghetto
In one piece
Without having a dunk instead
Of deceased
Or drunk
I read somewhere
That recovery begins right here
But right now that spots
Full up with my fear
And motherfucker it keeps growin
Getting bigger everyday
Fuck...
I'm even afraid of the way
These words look 2 U
If only U knew what they meant 2 me
B4 I set them
Free
B4 I sent them off 2 do my bidding
They were so much more than just
Fitting descriptions
Of current events
Or hidden intentions
They were and are
What I do best
I may never be a star
But I've fucked on a desk
And I may not play guitar
But I can rhyme with the best
Why don't U come hard
And make me confess
If U think I’ve got something 2 say
Something 2 validate the way
U think U should treat me
Is it my fault U complete me
In a way no one else ever
Bothered 2 see
Is it my fault U decided loving me
Wuz worth the risk of losing U
And now Ur lost
And I'm supposed 2 do
Whatever it wuz
U made me 4get
With Ur thousand watt smile
And Ur can't have me yet
Attitude
But I couldn't prove it
So why bother trying
And I didn't choose it
So there's no need denying
My involvement in the matter
As a matter of fact
Instead of denials just try
Taking it all back
Pretending it never happened
That the deck had been stacked
Against us
From the very start
Trying 2 convince us
Lust
Played little or no part
In making trust
Fall apart
Wuz it always Ur intention
2 fail 2 mention
This wuz a competition
I could never win
What if I stopped trying
Would U tell me then
What if I stopped crying
Would U just pretend
I already knew
Is that what U would do
Or what U already did
And does it really even matter
If I ever fit N2 the tattered
Remains of what mattered 2 U
Since whatever it wuz
It wuz never me
And whatever it wuzn't
Wasn't what U said it would be
U tell me U love me
But I know U deceive
So how’m I 2 believe
That U don’t deceive me
That U won’t deceive me
However brief it may be
Just becuz Ur no angel
That doesn’t make me a saint
And the truth is from the cradle
All the way 2 the grave
All we can do is live 4 2day
Becuz yesterday is gone
And 2morrow’s a dream
And rarely is any of it
Really what it seems
And the truth is
That scares the shit outta
Me
And when Ur there
I can barely breathe
Anyway

So far, this is the last great piece of poetry I have written. Until I actually penned this piece a little over a month ago, I wuz almost convinced I had lost the ability 2 write like this. I'm sure that if a long enough amount of time passes between now and then, I'll be convinced I've lost it again. It's kinda what I do. Let me know what U think...