Ebonic Exhaustion (includes audio link)
by Cynth'ya Lewis email@example.com
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Describes those days when you want to call the American Dairy Association and volunteer your photo for their milk cartons as a missing person.
Sometimes my life gets to. . .
Rockin' to the Reelin'
that my friends hafta holla,
"GiT-a-GrIp girlfren' --an' chill;
cuz ever'-thang's gonna work out......................someday."
("WHEW!" to myself I say.)
So, I slam on the brakes
reduce the heat index inside my
maserati-state-of-mind, and flip on the caution lights. . .
then, I ask myself,
"Self, now are you crazy 'nuff to think the Lord God wouldn't have you a-carryin'all these strange beasts of burden if He knew you would NOT be okay?"
so 'guess it just seems that
NEXT time when I bust loose into a tail spin all I need to do is simply take my second-wind and search out into the sublime
and perhaps I'll find all that Spinnin' 'n-uh
Buzzin' wasn't at all worth
the kamakazi commotion
much less the richter-scale rockin' an' a-reelin',
(and y'all know what?) surprisingly
I find I'm a-feelin' a bit less tense,
not to mention, WAY less dense that when I
hit the cockpit this mornin' and headed down life's daily runway
So "THANK YOU Su-WEET JESUS"
for another perspective/I've been blessed to slip my feet into milk and honey promised land of Calgon,
and babycakes, if beat-down feets could testify, my 10 cantata toes would be-a-shoutin' a hallelujah chorus of
© 2004 by cynth'ya lewis reed
Cynth'ya blasts off with Ebonic Exhaustion