[In The Wild]
Wrote her dreams
on the back of a napkin..
Visualized herself
turning thoughts into actions —
flawlessly adapting
to all that could happen..
Wouldn’t even matter what came her way —
you’d never find her overreacting —
just tirelessly laughing,
as she’d be slapping jokes
with her rhymes she defined
as some type of
spoken word rapping..
Pen to napkin —
somehow formed an expansion
of a chain of reactions
of endless attraction..
So she kept going —
never knowing she’d be tapping
into cracking
her passions
by the words she imagined..
She flattened her napkin and began
to fashion a caption —
#Queen_Of_Action_That_Packs_A_Reaction
She entered a new game
and she’s unashamed,
so don’t shame her..
No more resistance to change,
so don’t try to restrain
or detain her..
Think you’ll attempt
to invent
a method to tame her?
She’s untamed
and that’ll remain her..
If it’s one in the same,
now or never
versus now and forever —
her claim to fame
is that she drives life
in the fast lane,
fast as an airplane..
Vroom vroom zoom zoom —
put herself in overdrive
so she could feel alive..
Vroom vroom zoom zoom —
pushed the pedal to the metal —
wouldn’t hold back —
wouldn’t dare settle..
Her mind is her mental vessel,
her temple —
essential to be successful..
Yet she just can’t shake
this feeling
she’s been dealing with..
Doesn’t matter how much healing she enlists..
Somethings making her hazy
on the daily,
maybe even making her crazy
lately..
Someone quickly please
bring her safely to safety!
And just like that —
must have instantly snapped
or had a mental relapse..
SOS she’s in distress!
Something’s gone wrong that she can’t assess!
She digs out her napkin
and recalls her life’s caption —
#Queen_Of_Action_That_Packs_A_Reaction
Once blocked by the shock —
she begins bit by bit
to uplift
and channel her wits..
She blows a kiss
and makes a wish..
She’s a survivor,
a fighter —
with eyes of a tiger
she’s never been wiser..
Standing tall in her stance,
she begins to dance —
forward back forward back —
(she’s quite relaxed)..
Left right left right —
(she can go all night)..
Now she’s mocking life’s sh*t —
fox trotting
and shadow boxing
with kicks..
Pop! Pop! Glock! Glock!
She’s back again,
her fight for what’s right
only has one way to end..
drops 🎤✌🏽
🌻🌿
