I B That Poet (3rd revision) (Written for The Original Man CD release party)

I B That
undeniable voice
that gets stuck in your head
I B That
girl who gets boisterous
forgetting she's shy instead
I B That
poet intoxicated
forgetting the words
I B That
white girl assimilated
becoming a nerd
I B That
student of phonics
discovering new vocabulary
I B That
prostitute to turns of phrase
who's ready to pop ur cherry
I B That
solicitor of soliloquies
living in Ophelia's reign
I B That
type-A positive blood pumping
so the haters can die in vain
I B That
uncontrollable need
to speak only in metaphor
I B That
black-eyed survivor
after ignorance slammed a door
I B That
irrepressible spirit
in no need of salvation
I B That
flared nose, gritted teeth
clenched fists, fire-eyed determination
I B That
insatiable desire deep in
the marrow of your bones
I B That
only goddamned rational thing
that you have ever known
I B That
flutter in your stomach,
that spring in your step
I B That
sinking feeling
that this is all u have left
I B That
light-bulb idea
brightening up your morning
I B That
200-miles-per-hour wind
without an emergency warning
I B That
multiple personality
who only shows face on the mic
I B That
5-year-old on the monkey bars
who never learned to play nice
I B That
rulebreaking miscreant
never doing what she should
I B That Poet
... and the rest is understood.