First Performance

I’m shy

Opening up my wings for the first time

It’s a thrill

It’s a crazy ride

Please be gentle

As I grab the mic

I may stutter

I may have stage fright

Lord please just let my

Words flow right

May they hit you

Like you didn’t know I

Could hold the pen

This tight

Let you feel it all

Like it’s cold as ice

I want you to know

I came here to set a mood

Make you feel real nice

I hope I make it look easy

Yeah easy

Like cooked rice

Once I leave the stage I want

To let my words linger

Linger like all night

So you’ll remember me

Tomorrow, next week

For the rest of your life

This is what I call

Being alive

Beautifully Scared

Pretty lips

Beautiful face

Wide hips

You’d never think

She is lonely

And misses somebody

You’d never know

She cries herself to sleep

And when I say cry

What I really mean is


Sweet to everyone

Soft voice

Smile so big

pearly white teeth

You’d never know

She thought about

Killing herself this week

Big brown eyes

They scream save me

But you’re to blind to see

She feels lost

But she hides it

So well

You wouldn’t think

This girl suffers

So deep

glowing skin

Outrageous curves

Hair done

Nails done

Her pain

Goes unheard


I say fuck alot


How the fuck

Why the fuck

I want to fuck

Shut the fuck up

How is it not feminine to use this kinda language

When both fuck and female

Start with “F”

I don’t give a fuck

Fuck is a noun



And thing

In my dictionary

Spoken softly

With Grace

Or loudly with passion

My fuck

Is my friend

Giving me comfort

Invites all it’s other friends

Like shit, hell, cunt, ass

My profanity may suprise you

I’m ready to drop an f bomb

At any giving moment

Because only truth leaves this lips

And you think I don’t know

Anything or my vocabulary is in short supply

Once again I scream

FUCK you

You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about

fuck can lively up any sentence anywhere

Where art thou fucking Juliet


Doesn’t give a fuck

How you fucking see it

Fuck is here to fucking stay

Good Guy

It feels good to have something healthy

You want me as much as I want you

It seems small but on the scales

This is big for me

I finally feel happy too

I found a friend, a lover and partner

Buy one get three

I mean you’re such a good guy

I feel like I did better this time

I got you, you got me

You make me feel like a new woman

Brave, wild and free

You’re like the perfect man for me

About Rap

Rap is one of the greatest art forms

Poetry, spoken word,

Feelings where the heart’s born

Nas, Tupac, Biggie, Big Pun

Artist after artist

Lyrical monsters, sons of a gun

Flashy and Blinging

all on the radio

Some of them singing

Rap is here to stay

Art with power

Art that’s got things to say

I admire it so

Poetry in motion

Good for the soul

Free At Last

I won’t believe there is something wrong with me

I’m running free, flying fast, driving recklessly

From a cage that wants to contain me

born to live a life so wild and so free

it scares the chained and the weak

You’re stuck in your cubicle mindset

I’m the open book

You cannot stop yourself from admitting

That you desperately want to escape too

From a place that wasn’t made for you


I’m a god killer, Titan

I’m a demon slayer, warrior princess

You really don’t want to be on the opposite end of gun or sword

Cuz if you think I ain’t carrying both then you dumb

I’m dangerous

But humble none the less

so good it’s bad

in me is a fight that will never rest

my worst side is dueling my best

A constant test

So don’t give me your stress

I give, I give but what do I get

Not much

But I haven’t given up yet

So i ask nicely

To give me some respect