Wild Women Do

I Curse The Mic… …that broke my virginity and made me realise my vanity broke a hymen of truth into ceaseless fluidity. Now I’m rockin’ the mic with my hand saying things I sometimes don’t understand ears and applause I always seem to demand action I fail to command like horror turned to comedy in search of a punchline my deaf words fall on eager ears but wait… are these ears ready to face their fears it seems I have to go through the sugar-coated froth to get to the bitter express-o this is why I curse the mic that broke my virginity coz ears are so ready to censor words truth, truth, truth a curse to you and yet another curse I’d rather sit in verse  than have people applaude when I conjure senseless words  in attempt to flow I try to sew together mellow-word nips  of colourful yet meaningless phrases and vomit them through my lips You’ll even hear me trying to rhyme  to get your attention Make no mention  of the fact that in time I’ll turn into a senseless mi...