a metis' on read'in an write'in an rithymtak'in

so this is rapp'd as a solid lead on getting us through what wounded reason calls the burden of proof -- writeous -- it's my first Meti's rap song

we got 'em smashed
in our face 'til my musical soul
                  hid in some uddar place --

                  runnin from chair to chair
while the smart chilren stare
                    made me feel disgrace --

innah my mind
              countin' vowels and signs
to catch up with all dey said --

                         it got me mixed up
annah failed the grade
an dey ignor'd me like I was dead --

da music went away
                        den one day
while sitt'in by a stream --

bubbles came an go
an in dat babbling brook
               da music started to play --

in a 'chunk of memory
a music weave'd annah numbers seem'd
                                to agree --

words an numbers bubble inna brook
annah music weaves  lik da wind in trees
                every where dat I look --

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

this was really neat.
I found it very interesting
Great write! :)

[C.J.]

nice poem and i realy liked your title!