Spit

As a little girl
I could remember
my grandfather telling me
that ladies are meant
to act a certain way
that there were certain
mannerisms that we
as young women
should learn to display
within our behavior

I remember he would say
that ladies should never curse
that we should never be too loud
and that our bodies should not
create certain noises like
gas departing from our bottoms
or belches coming through our lips
he said that we should keep
our hips covered
our legs crossed
our backs straight
and we should always
mind our manners

Now as a child
I could respect
most of these rules
I mean I only encountered
a few minor infractions
of me screaming
at the top of my lungs
while being completely angered
but there was one rule
there was one rule
there was one rule
that he would constantly
reprimand me for
and it is one rule
that I will never forget

I remember
that my Grandaddy said ...
"Ladies should Never spit"

That the act of expelling
any oral substance
from your mouth
is a quality that is
attributed to men
and that real women
would never allow saliva
the right to fly from
their oral cavities
even when speaking
with passion and force
their lips should divorce
with a quaint eloquence
as to make sure that
no fluids manage to spray
in the midst of them expressing
what ever it is that they have to say

Well I say back in the day
that was all fine and dandy
but in today's world
that once upon a time little girl
has matured into a grown a*s woman
and while I was content
with sitting inside boxes
and coloring within the lines as a child
those hand me down labels
that society tagged upon my back
just dont seem to fit me
too well anymore
sooo as uncouth
as it may seem
the harsh truth is
that I
I am a spitter

Yes it is true I spit
and I am not referring
to the hawk back the hardest
and summon the pits of snot
stuck to the back of your throat
and fling them with as much force
as possible across the cement
to see who's nasty a*s mucus
can go the farthest
see while I may spit
in the street
the clear liquid
that leaves my lips
comes equipped with power
that surpasses the brinks
of cracked concrete
pavement barriers
my mind is like a tomb
that contains ancient literature
my throat is like a womb
that nurses thoughts
into conception
my saliva glands
create the fluids
that birth life
into words

That mature
upon my cheeks
and my tongue
sprays wisdom
every time I speak
as I spit knowledge
from the depths
of my cerebrum

I fornicate with syllables
until my lines erect
with rock hard metaphors
that leave me ejaculating
reasoning and understanding
into my lyrical flow

See I spit thoughts that make a
simple minded mans mentality grow

I spit and the fluid
that leaves my tongue
puts on a water show
where streams of
subliminal messages
fill the depths of
cranium passages
slowly massaging
frontal lobes
with abstract designs

Orally I delicately molest minds
until I have managed
to penetrate past skull
satiating the hunger
of an unknowledgeable fool
I spit because Ive learned
that my mouth is a tool
and I was given a choice
to exercise the sound of my voice

So I spit in hopes of lubricating the eyes
of blind sighted retinas that lack the ability to see
praying that the process of progression
within me sprays like Visine

Opening visions
to the obscene
pictures of reality
that have become
the foundation
of our world today

I spit to pave way
craving that one day
the ears of society will say

I quit whatever I'm doing
to sit in complete silence and listen
every time that she
opens her mouth
to spit
 
Phloooey

By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

one big metaphor for I spit words

originally posted in my blog on Thursday, July 17, 2008 a friend just told me it was being plagiarized so decided to add it here

I'd like to thank you in advance for reading my words and for any comments that you leave. Your time and review is greatly valued.
I appreciate your thoughts dearly, and I hope you enjoyed the read.
Take care and many blessings to you.
Your friend in poetry

Reviews

[Danielle]

Original, creative, i'd say this is a masterpiece!

[Writer *78*]

Sadly the rules of what I call the old world do not apply anymore in todays world. There tends to be no class anymore, which I think in some sense is sad. Well done.

-Writer *78*

[Coyote Poetry]

The rules given to us by wise elders were good. Some habits are good to control. I like the story in the poem and the description. Always good to write about history and thoughts. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[A Red Red Rose 4 U Luv]

This is really good, i really didn't know what to expect when i read the title, very well done!!!!

[Ms.Rodgers]

I adore this. Seems like such a 'don't conform, be who you want' poem behind the actual story. Well written!

[Muse]

lol..I have some fond memories of spitting. Best to know share the details. But it's funny how stuff like this gets ingrained from your childhood. Don't cross your eyes, don't speak, don't breath. Don't be a kid? Anyways...what I'm trying to say, thank you for sharing this...it was quite the journey.

[Jibey]

You have such an original mind... I loved reading this... with its quiet reflective beginning and its wild centre and purposeful end... It has much wit and delights to play around with all the associations that come with saliva and spitting...

One thing that spitting is good for... well... it makes such good lubricant... the mouth is indeed a tool...